Koa
There are many things that people see when they look at Safrin, many she has been to the world - and to him. She has been his goddess, his patron, the object of his desire and his devotion, the source of shelter in the storm. She has been his guiding light and his harbor, rarefied and real. And now as she wraps him in his arms, holding him against her chest like he's the most precious thing in her universal world, Koa again feels his view of her shifting as his heart rotates a kaleidoscope. A feeling of warmth and safety and being loved suffuses him, so fierce and bright he nearly chokes.
It's the way he used to feel in his mother's arms, before the war ripped her away.
The feeling only grows that much brighter as she slips the ring onto his finger, its power and divinity humming as it conforms and settles to become a part of him. "Wow," he breathes, unable to conjure more intelligent words. Though the depth of his gratitude and awe and pride plays like a symphony in his voice and face. "This is... wow."
A brush of deep maroon paints his ears as she presses her lips against his knuckles; he straightens, copper eyes glittering in the light of flames and stars, a knight before his magnificent queen. "I'll never take it off," Koa vows with confidence emboldened by youth, chin raised resolutely as he meets her gaze. "Thank you - for your faith in me, and your favor. I will make you proud, Safrin." Proud enough so that one day, when history accounts her strongest warriors - the Ronins and Hadamas and Deimos' of the world - the name Koa Carpenter will shine among them, emblazoned like a constellation in the silver stars.
It's the way he used to feel in his mother's arms, before the war ripped her away.
The feeling only grows that much brighter as she slips the ring onto his finger, its power and divinity humming as it conforms and settles to become a part of him. "Wow," he breathes, unable to conjure more intelligent words. Though the depth of his gratitude and awe and pride plays like a symphony in his voice and face. "This is... wow."
A brush of deep maroon paints his ears as she presses her lips against his knuckles; he straightens, copper eyes glittering in the light of flames and stars, a knight before his magnificent queen. "I'll never take it off," Koa vows with confidence emboldened by youth, chin raised resolutely as he meets her gaze. "Thank you - for your faith in me, and your favor. I will make you proud, Safrin." Proud enough so that one day, when history accounts her strongest warriors - the Ronins and Hadamas and Deimos' of the world - the name Koa Carpenter will shine among them, emblazoned like a constellation in the silver stars.
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
