K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Even if he could deny her, why would Koa want to? His main concern at the moment is her consent; when clearly given through look and action, there is no part of the boy that wishes to say no. So he lets her kiss him and kisses back, leading her with gentle confidence, enjoying each moment and every taste, pulling her close so she's nearly in his lap.
And when it's done he walks her home, her delicate hand tucked in his large one, brought frequently on little detours back up to his lips. Even Pipsqueak remains enamored, sleeping comfortably on the girl's shoulders - an impressive degree of trust and affection for the prickly little beast. If perhaps the walk is slower, more meandering than necessary, who can really blame them? They're young and infatuated, their heartbeats skipping through moments with giddy abandon, and Koa, at least, has no desire for this night to end.
But end it must. With great reluctance the Dragoon stops outside Sohalia's door, a forlorn look cast to the entrance before the smile is turned back to his date. With is free hand he cups her chin, pulling in close for another kiss, this one long and sweet and lingering, full of promises left unsaid. "I would ask to come up, but I think I'll wait for next time," is murmured playfully in the space between them, his forehead hot where it touches hers. "Sweetest dreams, sweetest Soh."
All that's left is to collect his sleepy dragon and walk - no, float, really - back to his home.
And when it's done he walks her home, her delicate hand tucked in his large one, brought frequently on little detours back up to his lips. Even Pipsqueak remains enamored, sleeping comfortably on the girl's shoulders - an impressive degree of trust and affection for the prickly little beast. If perhaps the walk is slower, more meandering than necessary, who can really blame them? They're young and infatuated, their heartbeats skipping through moments with giddy abandon, and Koa, at least, has no desire for this night to end.
But end it must. With great reluctance the Dragoon stops outside Sohalia's door, a forlorn look cast to the entrance before the smile is turned back to his date. With is free hand he cups her chin, pulling in close for another kiss, this one long and sweet and lingering, full of promises left unsaid. "I would ask to come up, but I think I'll wait for next time," is murmured playfully in the space between them, his forehead hot where it touches hers. "Sweetest dreams, sweetest Soh."
All that's left is to collect his sleepy dragon and walk - no, float, really - back to his home.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
