Koa
You keep telling me to live right
"You're cruel," Koa rumbles back, more in response to the things her nose and lips pressed against his ear are doing to his body than her actual word. "And rather filthy yourself." It's a longer walk back than he'd expected, for better and for worse: while he quite enjoys their proximity and conversation, there's no denying Koa's eagerness to get Flora home and out of those wet clothes.
But patience is a virtue and they have time; or so the boy foolishly believes, still naively unaware of the looming threats that are liable to disturb their bubble of love. Rival romance, pledges to gods, revelations of Queens as yet alive - all of this exists in the future, beyond the horizon and out of sight. Today he is happy and hopeful and infatuated, and as they laugh their way through Flora's front door and swing it shut behind them, Koa truly believes it will always be this good.
[fin]
But patience is a virtue and they have time; or so the boy foolishly believes, still naively unaware of the looming threats that are liable to disturb their bubble of love. Rival romance, pledges to gods, revelations of Queens as yet alive - all of this exists in the future, beyond the horizon and out of sight. Today he is happy and hopeful and infatuated, and as they laugh their way through Flora's front door and swing it shut behind them, Koa truly believes it will always be this good.
[fin]
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
