Koa
Safrin appears as she always does, stitched in starlight with a mantle of beauty that takes his breath away. Breath he needs for earnest flattery, which dances at the tip of his tongue.
But then Safrin does something Koa can't have expected: she sweeps him into her embrace, wrapping him in starlight and safety and love. His eyes fly open in shock and wonder; he flails, briefly, like a drunken chicken, totally at a loss for what to do with his hands. Does he hug her back? Would that be terribly impertinent?
Something fragile snaps within him, the tightly wound thread that's been keeping him upright unspooled by her skillful, silken touch. Fuck it, Koa's hugging a goddess. You only live once, and Koa really, really needs this right now. The returning hug is both fierce and tender, his muscular arms wrapping firmly around her, anchoring him in her light. It's everything that he's ever wanted, what he's craved and sought within work and women, friends and family, and never quite managed to find.
But right here, right now, in his goddess' arms? Koa feels like he's where he's meant to be.
It lasts forever and less than a breath, and then she's pulled back far enough to cup his face in her hands. Awe and adoration cascade openly over the Dragoon's face, making him all the more handsome for the lack of any guile. There are tears of pride and happiness in Koa's eyes as he breaks into a brilliant smile. "Thank you, Safrin," he murmurs softly, a slight hiccup in his boyish voice
Finally Safrin releases him to pluck a strand of starlight, and for a moment of spiraling eternity Koa has no idea what's going on - not until she holds out her hands to reveal a glittering treasure hovering within. It's devastatingly beautiful, black as the darkest sky at midnight and shimmering with stars, and Koa can sense the might of it, the power all but humming from within. "It's incredible," he breathes, reaching for it, his hand pausing just above the precious onyx band.
Koa's copper eyes flick back up to meet Safrin's, an almost shy smile on his handsome face. "Will... will you put it on me, My Lady?" The electric band already glitters on his middle finger, but the rest are waiting and free.
But then Safrin does something Koa can't have expected: she sweeps him into her embrace, wrapping him in starlight and safety and love. His eyes fly open in shock and wonder; he flails, briefly, like a drunken chicken, totally at a loss for what to do with his hands. Does he hug her back? Would that be terribly impertinent?
Something fragile snaps within him, the tightly wound thread that's been keeping him upright unspooled by her skillful, silken touch. Fuck it, Koa's hugging a goddess. You only live once, and Koa really, really needs this right now. The returning hug is both fierce and tender, his muscular arms wrapping firmly around her, anchoring him in her light. It's everything that he's ever wanted, what he's craved and sought within work and women, friends and family, and never quite managed to find.
But right here, right now, in his goddess' arms? Koa feels like he's where he's meant to be.
It lasts forever and less than a breath, and then she's pulled back far enough to cup his face in her hands. Awe and adoration cascade openly over the Dragoon's face, making him all the more handsome for the lack of any guile. There are tears of pride and happiness in Koa's eyes as he breaks into a brilliant smile. "Thank you, Safrin," he murmurs softly, a slight hiccup in his boyish voice
Finally Safrin releases him to pluck a strand of starlight, and for a moment of spiraling eternity Koa has no idea what's going on - not until she holds out her hands to reveal a glittering treasure hovering within. It's devastatingly beautiful, black as the darkest sky at midnight and shimmering with stars, and Koa can sense the might of it, the power all but humming from within. "It's incredible," he breathes, reaching for it, his hand pausing just above the precious onyx band.
Koa's copper eyes flick back up to meet Safrin's, an almost shy smile on his handsome face. "Will... will you put it on me, My Lady?" The electric band already glitters on his middle finger, but the rest are waiting and free.
When you punish a person for dreaming his dream
Don't expect him to thank or forgive you
Don't expect him to thank or forgive you
Code stolen from Queen Sky
