Koa
Isn't it messed up,
How I'm just dying to be him?
How I'm just dying to be him?
"I know that I fucked up." He says it softly, the flirtatious bravado stripped away briefly as real boyish chagrin and embarrassment sweeps across his face. Until this moment he hadn't realized how much he hurt her, and it stings to see the open hostility, to hear the hiss in her melodious voice. "I was young and stupid and you deserved better." He's ashamed of the idiot boy who crept out her window, and if hitting him will make her feel better, well, his body is firm enough to take a punch.
Except that, Rae's tits, now she has another knife? Forget taking it - Koa hops back instinctively as she slashes forward, and it would frightfully embarrassing for the huge dragoon to be fleeing from a gods-damned feather were it not for his absolute certainty that the thing could cut him into shreds. As it is it catches his shirt, leaving a clean line hanging open through which smooth abs can be clearly seen. Knocked off-balance, the Dragoon stumbles before catching himself, his copper eyes wide with surprise. Pride flares hot in the pit of his stomach, especially as he catches sight of the growing crowd of trainees. Ok, fine. So she wants to fight dirty. It doesn't mean she'll win.
Clenching his jaw Koa surges forward, reaching for Flora's slender arms. He knows he needs to get the knife away if he doesn't want to hurt them both, and so his goal is to grab both wrists then twist her into a bear-hug, because grappling feels like a more gentlemanly move than punching her in the face.
Except that, Rae's tits, now she has another knife? Forget taking it - Koa hops back instinctively as she slashes forward, and it would frightfully embarrassing for the huge dragoon to be fleeing from a gods-damned feather were it not for his absolute certainty that the thing could cut him into shreds. As it is it catches his shirt, leaving a clean line hanging open through which smooth abs can be clearly seen. Knocked off-balance, the Dragoon stumbles before catching himself, his copper eyes wide with surprise. Pride flares hot in the pit of his stomach, especially as he catches sight of the growing crowd of trainees. Ok, fine. So she wants to fight dirty. It doesn't mean she'll win.
Clenching his jaw Koa surges forward, reaching for Flora's slender arms. He knows he needs to get the knife away if he doesn't want to hurt them both, and so his goal is to grab both wrists then twist her into a bear-hug, because grappling feels like a more gentlemanly move than punching her in the face.
I'm just a notch in your bedpost,
but you're just a line in a song
but you're just a line in a song
