Thing were never black and white, and it was precisely that which made the Luminary so angry. He was acting like it had only hurt him when she'd broken it off, like she was just fine and dandy and life was all rainbows and butterflies, but damn if she didn't still think about him sometimes, wonder if she'd made the wrong decision, miss the feel of his strong arms around her and his lips on hers -
But right or wrong, she only had herself to blame.
She realized too late that she'd made a mistake, and as he spun her around and pinned her against him, Soh had to try very hard not to melt into the warm embrace. She swallowed hard, torn between her options. She could use her, shall we say, feminine wiles to lull him into a false sense of security, but that would be wrong, so wrong, unfair not only to Koa but to Jude. So she was left with but one option: to fight back.
Frustrated in more ways than one, Soh lost her temper. Three things happened in quick succession: she lifted her right foot and slammed it down hard, aiming for Koa's foot, simultaneously throwing her head back in an attempt to headbutt him in the face. Then she reached up, feeling cold and detached from her own body, aiming to find one of Koa's pinky fingers and bend it back against his wrist, hard. In the end, she halfway hoped that he'd be nursing a stubbed toe, a bloody nose, and a broken pinky, but she rather doubted that it would work out that way.
But right or wrong, she only had herself to blame.
She realized too late that she'd made a mistake, and as he spun her around and pinned her against him, Soh had to try very hard not to melt into the warm embrace. She swallowed hard, torn between her options. She could use her, shall we say, feminine wiles to lull him into a false sense of security, but that would be wrong, so wrong, unfair not only to Koa but to Jude. So she was left with but one option: to fight back.
Frustrated in more ways than one, Soh lost her temper. Three things happened in quick succession: she lifted her right foot and slammed it down hard, aiming for Koa's foot, simultaneously throwing her head back in an attempt to headbutt him in the face. Then she reached up, feeling cold and detached from her own body, aiming to find one of Koa's pinky fingers and bend it back against his wrist, hard. In the end, she halfway hoped that he'd be nursing a stubbed toe, a bloody nose, and a broken pinky, but she rather doubted that it would work out that way.
Sohalia
