K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Grief is hard. It comes like a swell in the open ocean, interrupting calm without warning or care. It can swallow you, drown you, roll you in its wake- but luckily Koa has learned how to surface, to spit out the brine and tread water and wait until the next wave.
So he moves on smoothly from his moment of sadness, flickering from shadow back into the sun. It helps when there's a beautiful girl across from him, her cheeks aglow in the glow of sunset, her blonde curls spilling down her neck. Her lips, lush and coral pink, linger mere breaths from his finger, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little surprised by her sudden boldness, as well as a little turned on.
She's taken his hand, and he feels his heartbeat quicken in response, warmth blooming in his cheeks. "Would you?" he asks, his voice slightly husky, copper gaze alighting on her stirring silver in a look that is both a dare and a plea. He can't imagine anything he'd like more than to feel those lips on his skin.
So he moves on smoothly from his moment of sadness, flickering from shadow back into the sun. It helps when there's a beautiful girl across from him, her cheeks aglow in the glow of sunset, her blonde curls spilling down her neck. Her lips, lush and coral pink, linger mere breaths from his finger, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little surprised by her sudden boldness, as well as a little turned on.
She's taken his hand, and he feels his heartbeat quicken in response, warmth blooming in his cheeks. "Would you?" he asks, his voice slightly husky, copper gaze alighting on her stirring silver in a look that is both a dare and a plea. He can't imagine anything he'd like more than to feel those lips on his skin.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
