So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
He'd addressed his letter to Hadama alone, and now as he stands before the pair of Kings, Koa wishes he'd been a little more direct about why. It isn't just that he doesn't know Harper, hasn't ever had a chance to interact with the Stalwart- no. Sure, the young Dragoon would feel more at ease speaking to the familiar merking, a man he's come to respect and admire, to think of as a friend.
But more than unfamiliarity, Koa's trepidation comes from what he knows of the ties between the Stalwart and his suspect, and the effect it will have on the way they prosecute this crime. Edmund and Jude are Harper's sons, and while one may not be related by blood, Koa doesn't know that, nor would it likely matter if he did. What's he supposed to say? Hey, Harper, it's me, your son's romantic rival, here to accuse your other son of murder?
You see the problem here?
He's put careful pains into his appearance, making sure his uniform is crisp and iron, his boots polishes, his hair in place. It's armor, the badge and silver dragon emblazoned on his back. Even Pip is calm and serious, perched on Koa's shoulder with uncharacteristic aplomb. Together they cut a picture of professionalism, one that's only slightly belied by the way his fingers twist behind his back, the darting uncertainty of those copper eyes.
"Hadama. King Harper. Thank you for seeing me." Koa's voice, unsteady at first, quickly grows in confidence as he slips into his role. You're a soldier, a Dragoon - you can do this. His eyes locked at a space behind Hadama, the young man pushes on. "As my letter said - it's come to my attention that two residents of Torchline were involved in an attack in the Oerwoud. I've spoken to the one individual involved, but I'd like your permission to question the other."
But more than unfamiliarity, Koa's trepidation comes from what he knows of the ties between the Stalwart and his suspect, and the effect it will have on the way they prosecute this crime. Edmund and Jude are Harper's sons, and while one may not be related by blood, Koa doesn't know that, nor would it likely matter if he did. What's he supposed to say? Hey, Harper, it's me, your son's romantic rival, here to accuse your other son of murder?
You see the problem here?
He's put careful pains into his appearance, making sure his uniform is crisp and iron, his boots polishes, his hair in place. It's armor, the badge and silver dragon emblazoned on his back. Even Pip is calm and serious, perched on Koa's shoulder with uncharacteristic aplomb. Together they cut a picture of professionalism, one that's only slightly belied by the way his fingers twist behind his back, the darting uncertainty of those copper eyes.
"Hadama. King Harper. Thank you for seeing me." Koa's voice, unsteady at first, quickly grows in confidence as he slips into his role. You're a soldier, a Dragoon - you can do this. His eyes locked at a space behind Hadama, the young man pushes on. "As my letter said - it's come to my attention that two residents of Torchline were involved in an attack in the Oerwoud. I've spoken to the one individual involved, but I'd like your permission to question the other."
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
