A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
Can worms even see? Koa doesn't ask, only hums a thoughtful note of agreement as Iskra espouses on the tragedy of a world without starlight, without the vibrant colors of sunrise painted in watercolors across the sky.
The tilt of the conversation shifts along, from worms to the worm-like appendages all young men seem so entranced with, our young soldier being no exception to that rule. "Terrible," he whispers back with a shudder, not wanting to imagine the agony of snapping that particular bone. He takes up the tequila bottle again, staring down into the sloshing liquid as though scrying for answers within. "I heard of this kid once - kept a coconut under his bed. Used it to... y'know." His voice drops in decibel, knowing glance thrown Iskra's way.
"Anyway, apparently one time he forgot to prepare and... well. What went in did not come out." As boys they'd laughed about the legend, using mirth to hide their fear because honestly, who among them hadn't stuck his dick in something questionable at one point or another? "Supposedly by the time they'd smashed it open it'd been too long - the whole thing had gone sour, and they had to go in and click--" he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, attention now fully on Iskra as he waits for a reaction to his story, "--take the tip right off."
Gross, Koa. Gross.
He drinks while Koa talks about bones some more, the burn of the tequila dulled considerably by the pleasant buzzing in his head. "Horrifying," Koa states, placing the bottle back between them before reclining back into the sand. "Sounds like more bones to break. Though now I wonder- do Attuned get more bones, then? When they shift?" The image of Sohalia's head spinning like an owl's pops into his brain, causing Koa to snort out an unstifleable laugh.
The tilt of the conversation shifts along, from worms to the worm-like appendages all young men seem so entranced with, our young soldier being no exception to that rule. "Terrible," he whispers back with a shudder, not wanting to imagine the agony of snapping that particular bone. He takes up the tequila bottle again, staring down into the sloshing liquid as though scrying for answers within. "I heard of this kid once - kept a coconut under his bed. Used it to... y'know." His voice drops in decibel, knowing glance thrown Iskra's way.
"Anyway, apparently one time he forgot to prepare and... well. What went in did not come out." As boys they'd laughed about the legend, using mirth to hide their fear because honestly, who among them hadn't stuck his dick in something questionable at one point or another? "Supposedly by the time they'd smashed it open it'd been too long - the whole thing had gone sour, and they had to go in and click--" he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, attention now fully on Iskra as he waits for a reaction to his story, "--take the tip right off."
Gross, Koa. Gross.
He drinks while Koa talks about bones some more, the burn of the tequila dulled considerably by the pleasant buzzing in his head. "Horrifying," Koa states, placing the bottle back between them before reclining back into the sand. "Sounds like more bones to break. Though now I wonder- do Attuned get more bones, then? When they shift?" The image of Sohalia's head spinning like an owl's pops into his brain, causing Koa to snort out an unstifleable laugh.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
