Koa
"And sometimes they are." Like when you're stringing along two guys and decide to leave one brokenhearted, then declare yourself queen of everything and waltz into his training ground, pretty as a fucking picture and begging to be kissed.
Ok, maybe Koa is still a bit more hurt than he'd like to let on.
And it seems she's hurt, too, though why is beyond the young Dragoon. As far as he can tell he's the only victim here, and he's been aimperfect gentleman about the whole thing. It makes no sense for her to be angry, but then, hormones and youth and romance and heartbreak very rarely follow a logical course. But here she is, swatting him away like an annoying fly. He bites back a snarl, smile fading into a frustrated scowl. Fine, she wants to go? Let's go.
He moves a little too slowly to fully avoid the hit, but it doesn't matter in the end. Koa's goal isn't to get away from her, but to get toward her. Instead of blocking he reaches out to snatch at her hand as it grazes his chin, intending to use his greater bulk and height to spin her around and pin her against him.
He knows as he does it what a terrible idea it is, that it will kill him to feel her body on his, to smell the floral aroma of her hair can only end in heartache. He knows this, but he doesn't stop, blood pounding in his ears as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Ok, Luminary- your opponent got the better of you," is murmured, his voice huskier than he means it to, his head held studiously far as possible from the curve of her supple neck. "Now what?"
Ok, maybe Koa is still a bit more hurt than he'd like to let on.
And it seems she's hurt, too, though why is beyond the young Dragoon. As far as he can tell he's the only victim here, and he's been a
He moves a little too slowly to fully avoid the hit, but it doesn't matter in the end. Koa's goal isn't to get away from her, but to get toward her. Instead of blocking he reaches out to snatch at her hand as it grazes his chin, intending to use his greater bulk and height to spin her around and pin her against him.
He knows as he does it what a terrible idea it is, that it will kill him to feel her body on his, to smell the floral aroma of her hair can only end in heartache. He knows this, but he doesn't stop, blood pounding in his ears as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Ok, Luminary- your opponent got the better of you," is murmured, his voice huskier than he means it to, his head held studiously far as possible from the curve of her supple neck. "Now what?"
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
