Koa
Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
I wanted to tell you a secret. Curse Koa's treacherous heart for the way it flip-flops, clenching as if Flora'd reached between his ribs and taken it into her hand. It's traitorous and stupid, and he has to force himself to ignore it, to squash the flame he's carried for her before it has a chance to surge.Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
But fuck if she isn't making that incredibly difficult with her scalpel-precise words cutting delicate breadcrumbs that lead a trail he's too simple not to follow into the woods. Something she's been wanting to tell him, something that will get him killed? Koa's mind flicks to Jack and Kaisel, an image of the smuggler silhouetted against a skyline slashed by a crimson storm. It has to be about him, and if it's something he'd kill for, and something she wants to tell him...
Greater men have killed for lesser women than the Doubletake before.
Koa's eyes never leave the vial as she unveils her plan. The words wash over him like a tide, leaving salt adhering to his mind even as they draw him to her. It's... yeah, okay, it is ridiculous, especially if one thinks about it for for more than five seconds or so.
But Koa's never been a thinker. And now he has to know.
"Okay." Swallowing, Koa extends his hand for the vial. No further questions. No follow up. He meets her eyes without hesitation, copper gaze gleaming in the light that dapples through the trees. He can't give himself time to consider, because then he'll chicken out, and he has to believe that she's right about this. That whatever it is will stay with him in some way, in his bones, his being, indelibly.
He's got a heart of gold, that Koa, but not the best of brains.
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
