Koa
And then Sohalia is there.
And Koa is once again unmoored.
She breaks through his reverie like a quicksilver comet, sliding her hand into his with such remarkable, practiced ease that they may as well be an old married couple, or a pair of sculptures carved from marble to fit against each other's forms. Koa doesn't even startle, just looks over, blinking stupidly. She's so fucking beautiful it aches to look at, and he drinks her in like a sailor in the desert, parched and desperate for some sort of sign of who he's meant to be.
He's halfway to smiling when she asks if he's okay, and the sound he makes in response is garbled, something between a sob and a laugh. "Nope!" he answers with a bizarre lightness that clashes discordantly against the anguish in his eyes, tightening his grip on her hand his nerves threaten to boil over and become a sub-manic haze. Is this a panic attack? Is he having a panic attack?! No way- Koa Carpenter doesn't have panic attacks. Koa Carpenter is chill and level, with an easy smile and a broad pair of shoulders that carry the world without a shrug.
Koa turns back to the glass of the Observatory, his eyes unfocused as he stares out over the woods. "I think there's something wrong with me, Sohalia. I think--" He breaks off, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be saying this. He'd promised her romance, to be swept off her feet.
The only sweeping he's doing right now is sweeping himself into the trashcan, like the fucking mess he is.
And Koa is once again unmoored.
She breaks through his reverie like a quicksilver comet, sliding her hand into his with such remarkable, practiced ease that they may as well be an old married couple, or a pair of sculptures carved from marble to fit against each other's forms. Koa doesn't even startle, just looks over, blinking stupidly. She's so fucking beautiful it aches to look at, and he drinks her in like a sailor in the desert, parched and desperate for some sort of sign of who he's meant to be.
He's halfway to smiling when she asks if he's okay, and the sound he makes in response is garbled, something between a sob and a laugh. "Nope!" he answers with a bizarre lightness that clashes discordantly against the anguish in his eyes, tightening his grip on her hand his nerves threaten to boil over and become a sub-manic haze. Is this a panic attack? Is he having a panic attack?! No way- Koa Carpenter doesn't have panic attacks. Koa Carpenter is chill and level, with an easy smile and a broad pair of shoulders that carry the world without a shrug.
Koa turns back to the glass of the Observatory, his eyes unfocused as he stares out over the woods. "I think there's something wrong with me, Sohalia. I think--" He breaks off, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be saying this. He'd promised her romance, to be swept off her feet.
The only sweeping he's doing right now is sweeping himself into the trashcan, like the fucking mess he is.
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
