I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
"It does," Koa agrees solemnly, not especially wanting to dwell on the implications of Safrin's absence. Much easier to stay in the bright sunshine of this moment, the way Flora's voice eases some of that weary weight from off his chest. What horrors may come in a night without stars, what new sort of danger the darkness will bring... well, that's a problem for future Koa, the one who sleeps in his office and pours over papers and may never not have bags under his eyes.
The stumble is a wonderful distraction, forcing Koa (obviously) to pull her closer against his side. For stability and all - no ulterior motives related to the pleasant warmth that flushes through him when their bodies touch, even through layers of winter clothes. "I know, I'm the worst," is the solemn reply, his chagrin and apology just as affected as her outrage, belied by the twinkling in his copper eyes.
"That sounds pretty epic." The wistful FOMO remains in his voice as he imagines bioluminescent evenings and warm sea air - a far cry from Stormbreak's frigid LongNight. "Maybe Anju will let me split my duty, and I can catch ethe last couple days?" Hopeful puppy-dog eyes are turned down on her, as though Flora has any power over the soldier's schedule. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past her to somehow swing it, though whether by legal or amoral means... well, Koa knows better than to look too close.
The stumble is a wonderful distraction, forcing Koa (obviously) to pull her closer against his side. For stability and all - no ulterior motives related to the pleasant warmth that flushes through him when their bodies touch, even through layers of winter clothes. "I know, I'm the worst," is the solemn reply, his chagrin and apology just as affected as her outrage, belied by the twinkling in his copper eyes.
"That sounds pretty epic." The wistful FOMO remains in his voice as he imagines bioluminescent evenings and warm sea air - a far cry from Stormbreak's frigid LongNight. "Maybe Anju will let me split my duty, and I can catch ethe last couple days?" Hopeful puppy-dog eyes are turned down on her, as though Flora has any power over the soldier's schedule. Honestly, he wouldn't put it past her to somehow swing it, though whether by legal or amoral means... well, Koa knows better than to look too close.
Koa
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
totally sniped from odd ilu
