Hear those bells ring deep in the soul
Chiming away for a moment
Chiming away for a moment
It takes some time to find their way out of the milling crowd, and in that time Koa can't help but feel his heartrate spike. Possibilities tumble like rocks through his mind, each one with a different potential outcome ranging from beautiful to dull. He isn't anxious, exactly, nor ruminating; moreso painfully aware that they approach a critical crossroads, a precipice, that things could be decided and futures unmade under the blistering sun.
At last Soh leads him to a shaded alcove, as quiet and private as they could hope to find at such an event. "Of course," he answers quickly to her pause, her gratitude, affixing a carefully inviting smile as he meets her silver gaze. Soh doesn't sit and so Koa doesn't, either, the both of them standing like awkward teenagers at a middle school dance.
He's shoved his left hand into his pocket, where it fidgets with something unseen; his left he raises to wipe the sweat that prickles on his neck. A wry chuckle is the response to her question. "I'm... well, y'know how it is." Turning his gaze back to the crowd, he Koa lets his shoulders shrug. "Taking things one day at a time, I guess. Trying to figure out what life looks like now."
Copper eyes drift back down to her, like magnets drawn toward a pole. He's trying to follow where she leads, to let her set the pace, even as anticipation shivers in his eyes. "What about you? All settled in Torchline?" He doesn't want to let himself presume, to push, to reach for more, not now, not after he's messed up so many times, and yet the desire to do so remains ever constant, thrumming like a heartbeat in his veins.
At last Soh leads him to a shaded alcove, as quiet and private as they could hope to find at such an event. "Of course," he answers quickly to her pause, her gratitude, affixing a carefully inviting smile as he meets her silver gaze. Soh doesn't sit and so Koa doesn't, either, the both of them standing like awkward teenagers at a middle school dance.
He's shoved his left hand into his pocket, where it fidgets with something unseen; his left he raises to wipe the sweat that prickles on his neck. A wry chuckle is the response to her question. "I'm... well, y'know how it is." Turning his gaze back to the crowd, he Koa lets his shoulders shrug. "Taking things one day at a time, I guess. Trying to figure out what life looks like now."
Copper eyes drift back down to her, like magnets drawn toward a pole. He's trying to follow where she leads, to let her set the pace, even as anticipation shivers in his eyes. "What about you? All settled in Torchline?" He doesn't want to let himself presume, to push, to reach for more, not now, not after he's messed up so many times, and yet the desire to do so remains ever constant, thrumming like a heartbeat in his veins.
Koa Carpenter
Feel your breath course frankly below
And see life as a worthy opponent
And see life as a worthy opponent
