the gray sky was vast and real cryptic above me
Koa raises an eyebrow at his cousin, a little confused by the sudden volume but happy they're on the same page. He stares at Kaisel for a beat before nodding his emphasis and agreeing slowly. "Yeah. Exactly." Heck, he'd had a rough enough time coming back to the rubble of the Tower and the overwhelming amount of everything that needed doing, and the Family had never actually managed to get into his head.
Glad that discussion is out of the way, Koa settles into sewing. Every Dragoon gets some basic training in stitching and handiwork - it's important to be able to manage a wardrobe malfunction while out in the field - and Koa's family being so crafty means both boys had been forced to learn their way around a needle. His stitches may be big and sloppy, but they get the work done, and Koa's very focused on his wing-ish poncho when Kai's announcement bursts out like gunfire, startling the young man.
He jerks, cursing as he stabs himself with the needle, head snapping up to stare at Kai. A series of expressions flash across his face: his eyes widen and then narrow, mouth clenching from an uncertain 'o' into a hard, tight line. "Uh... no. You're not." Koa shakes his head in emphasis, headless to the bead of blood that's formed upon his fingertip. He even manages to chuckle slightly, though it's dry and brittle - surprising given how deeply he's waded into the waters of denial. "There's way too much that needs doing for you to take a vacation, dude. If you want a posting in a different region later in the year we can talk about that, but right now I need you here."
Glad that discussion is out of the way, Koa settles into sewing. Every Dragoon gets some basic training in stitching and handiwork - it's important to be able to manage a wardrobe malfunction while out in the field - and Koa's family being so crafty means both boys had been forced to learn their way around a needle. His stitches may be big and sloppy, but they get the work done, and Koa's very focused on his wing-ish poncho when Kai's announcement bursts out like gunfire, startling the young man.
He jerks, cursing as he stabs himself with the needle, head snapping up to stare at Kai. A series of expressions flash across his face: his eyes widen and then narrow, mouth clenching from an uncertain 'o' into a hard, tight line. "Uh... no. You're not." Koa shakes his head in emphasis, headless to the bead of blood that's formed upon his fingertip. He even manages to chuckle slightly, though it's dry and brittle - surprising given how deeply he's waded into the waters of denial. "There's way too much that needs doing for you to take a vacation, dude. If you want a posting in a different region later in the year we can talk about that, but right now I need you here."
Koa
I wanted you to love me like you used to do
