Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
There's a million reasons they shouldn't do this, besides the ones he said. What about Jude? Or her friendship with Flora? How will Noe react, to hear he's giving her a second chance? Is it really the right time to strike up a romance, with both of them in semi-exile and a war going on that they cannot fight?
A million reasons that melt like sugar in the rain as Sohalia turns to press a tender kiss upon his palm. Koa's eyes widen a fraction before his face breaks into a brilliant smile, like sunshine breaking through storm cover, or the first day of spring after winter's end. "Okay," he somehow both laughs and whispers, falling into her silver eyes. "Okay," again, and he sounds lighter, somehow, looks lighter, a soldier who's given up the fight, accepted his terrifying, wonderful fate.
Koa, I don't know how to tell you this - but boy, you've got it bad.
"How about this, then?" His hand has moved, slipped around to openly cup her supple face. "It's almost Fiat Lux, right? Let's plan to meet somewhere in... two weeks? Is that long enough?" It feels both untenably long and at the same time very brief indeed, in the grand scheme of their love story. "And if we're both wearing forget-me-nots, we'll do this. And if one of us isn't, well... that'll be okay, too." He tries to shrug lightly, as though it wouldn't matter.
It obviously would.
Dropping his hands to cup Soh's again, Koa fixes her with a look that is playful and ardent and perhaps a little cocky. "'Cus if we do this, Sohalia? If we really try to be an us? It's not gonna be a 'just talking' situation. It's going to be knock-your-socks-off serious business. I'm gonna romance the shit out of you." He smiles, lopsided, a promise in the boyish features. "'Cus I don't do things by halves, and that's what you deserve - to have someone who's in it a hundred percent."
And maybe, he thinks but doesn't say, it's what he deserves, too.
A million reasons that melt like sugar in the rain as Sohalia turns to press a tender kiss upon his palm. Koa's eyes widen a fraction before his face breaks into a brilliant smile, like sunshine breaking through storm cover, or the first day of spring after winter's end. "Okay," he somehow both laughs and whispers, falling into her silver eyes. "Okay," again, and he sounds lighter, somehow, looks lighter, a soldier who's given up the fight, accepted his terrifying, wonderful fate.
Koa, I don't know how to tell you this - but boy, you've got it bad.
"How about this, then?" His hand has moved, slipped around to openly cup her supple face. "It's almost Fiat Lux, right? Let's plan to meet somewhere in... two weeks? Is that long enough?" It feels both untenably long and at the same time very brief indeed, in the grand scheme of their love story. "And if we're both wearing forget-me-nots, we'll do this. And if one of us isn't, well... that'll be okay, too." He tries to shrug lightly, as though it wouldn't matter.
It obviously would.
Dropping his hands to cup Soh's again, Koa fixes her with a look that is playful and ardent and perhaps a little cocky. "'Cus if we do this, Sohalia? If we really try to be an us? It's not gonna be a 'just talking' situation. It's going to be knock-your-socks-off serious business. I'm gonna romance the shit out of you." He smiles, lopsided, a promise in the boyish features. "'Cus I don't do things by halves, and that's what you deserve - to have someone who's in it a hundred percent."
And maybe, he thinks but doesn't say, it's what he deserves, too.
Koa Carpenter
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
