Koa
We are young supernovas
She doesn't pull away from him, doesn't yell or send him off. This feels promising, at least; like wherever they go from this moment, it will be toward something more than strangers and kinder than foes. "I'm not going anywhere," he promises gently, squeezing the oath against the fingers wrapped within his hand. "I'm right here with you. Until the end." Which end that is - the end of their home, of their friendship, of their lives - hangs in the balance, unsaid. Maybe Koa would have kept from making such bold promises in normal times, but these are not them.
Tears turn Soh's eyes into moonstones; he watches her brush one from her cheek, wondering how many more he"d caused. And though a knife of guilt twists within him as the Luminary begs to talk, Koa musters a smile in answer, squeezing her hand again. "Yes. We will. I promise." It's easy to promise a future, with the present crumbling beneath their feet.
As though prompted by his hubris the ground buckles and roils. "Careful!" Koa cries in caution, coffee sloshing in his cup. With a grimace the Dragoon at last releases Sohalia, shifting his cup to shake stray coffee off his sticky hand. "I need to take a shower, then I'll get back to it. Come with me?" he asks, looking back at Soh with innocent inquiry, utterly oblivious to the possibly provocative nature of the invite. Propriety hardly seems to matter at the end of the world. Expecting protes, Koa quickly adds: "A nice cool shower will refresh you, help you see clearly. Then we can see what needs doing next." He flashes Soh the most winning, trust me I'm a commander smile he can muster.
Tears turn Soh's eyes into moonstones; he watches her brush one from her cheek, wondering how many more he"d caused. And though a knife of guilt twists within him as the Luminary begs to talk, Koa musters a smile in answer, squeezing her hand again. "Yes. We will. I promise." It's easy to promise a future, with the present crumbling beneath their feet.
As though prompted by his hubris the ground buckles and roils. "Careful!" Koa cries in caution, coffee sloshing in his cup. With a grimace the Dragoon at last releases Sohalia, shifting his cup to shake stray coffee off his sticky hand. "I need to take a shower, then I'll get back to it. Come with me?" he asks, looking back at Soh with innocent inquiry, utterly oblivious to the possibly provocative nature of the invite. Propriety hardly seems to matter at the end of the world. Expecting protes, Koa quickly adds: "A nice cool shower will refresh you, help you see clearly. Then we can see what needs doing next." He flashes Soh the most winning, trust me I'm a commander smile he can muster.
and the heat's about to break
