Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
"Shhhh!" Koa lets his eyes grow dramatically wide, leaning in low and close. "Careful -you're lucky she's not in earshot. She'd make you spend the next hour getting her likeness exactly right, and be impossible afterwards." He shakes his head, playfully aggrieved and with absolutely no shame for poking fun at Pipsqueak in her absence.
Still leaned in close, Koa smiles at Soh's giggle, his own smile blooming lopsided at the memory of that fateful afternoon. "I was trying to teach her to fly," he counters, rolling his eyes affectionately. "Impossible catsnake doesn't have a single draconic instinct in her body, I swear."
Of course he remembers; he remembers it all. The way her laugh had been so enchanting, the shocking ease with which they flirted and joked. "I took you to my favorite restaurant - and you agreed, despite thinking I'd been attempting dragoncide." The dinner, the drinks, and then after, after...
"And then I asked if I could kiss you." Koa all but whispers, copper eyes dropping unbidden to her lips.
Still leaned in close, Koa smiles at Soh's giggle, his own smile blooming lopsided at the memory of that fateful afternoon. "I was trying to teach her to fly," he counters, rolling his eyes affectionately. "Impossible catsnake doesn't have a single draconic instinct in her body, I swear."
Of course he remembers; he remembers it all. The way her laugh had been so enchanting, the shocking ease with which they flirted and joked. "I took you to my favorite restaurant - and you agreed, despite thinking I'd been attempting dragoncide." The dinner, the drinks, and then after, after...
"And then I asked if I could kiss you." Koa all but whispers, copper eyes dropping unbidden to her lips.
Koa Carpenter
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
