idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
And then the girl is leaving, too, and Koa throws Zavien a confused look because it's obvious that the dense has missed something that's transpired. But before he can ask what the fuck just happened a familiar, lithe figure is at his shoulder, and Koa finds himself turning to Hawthorn with a grin. "Thorn!" he greets the courtesan warmly, pleased to see his errant friend. "It's been a while, man. How ya been?"
But reunions will have to wait: there's a more important conversation Koa has to have, first. A soft voice and the brush of eyes catches the young man's attention, and he nods at Soh, a blush of heat rising in his ears. "'Course," Koa answers in a low, warm voice, then glances back to the lads. "I'll catch up with you guys later, yeah?" he promises, before moving to trail Sohalia off to the relative quiet and shade.
But reunions will have to wait: there's a more important conversation Koa has to have, first. A soft voice and the brush of eyes catches the young man's attention, and he nods at Soh, a blush of heat rising in his ears. "'Course," Koa answers in a low, warm voice, then glances back to the lads. "I'll catch up with you guys later, yeah?" he promises, before moving to trail Sohalia off to the relative quiet and shade.
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