Koa
Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
Far be it for Koa to let his Queen down.You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
Even if that Queen had broken his heart.
The man who arrives for round two of lanterns with Sohalia is a far cry from the boy who showed up seasons before, flush and foolish with the rush of youthful purpose and ardor. Today's Koa is a more serious sort, wrapped up tightly in a Dragoon-issued coat, his copper eyes bright and quiet in the winter morning. He'd debated mightily whether or not to come, ultimately landing on fuck it all. Pride and stubbornness and a lingering thread of curiosity, that's what pulls him out today, draws him back into her orbit like a tether in his chest. He wants to prove that he's over it.
(To her, Koa? Or to yourself?)
He stops a comfortable distance away, eyes landing anywhere but Sohalia's face. There's no bright greeting, no flash of a smile, just one wayward look that says more than he wants before his expression is schooled again, back to the mild neutrality of a well-trained soldier. He's here for a job, nothing more. Get in. Get out. Don't think about the flush that the chill brings to her cheeks, the way her pale skin glitters like snowlight---
Koa, my lad, you may have fucked up.
Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose
