Koa
It's really not a good idea. Later he might kick himself for doing it, but that'll be later. For now, before he can think better, before his head can catch up with his heart, Koa finds he's stepping forward and reaching his arms toward Soh, pulling her in to tuck against his body, to shield her for just a moment from the confusion and heartache of the world.
It's both incredibly natural and incredibly not, holding her again. There's a part of him that feels this is absolutely right, that it's the logical ending of their story to wind up here, together, in this way. Resistance was always futile, after all: they're two strong, beautiful people; they're Breakers; they're attracted to each other, and have been since moment one. Of course they should come back together. It's what he wanted.
Isn't it?
His heart is thundering, his head is throbbing, his mind is spitting blanks. We won't lie and say Koa hasn't dreamt of this moment, because he has, and yet now that it's come... he doesn't know. He's frozen by indecision and, gods, emotion, too complicated for his poor little brain to parse. So he stands there, holding her, his chin on her head, his copper eyes fixed at a point on the horizon. Maybe if he can keep this moment still forever he won't have to decide. Maybe if they don't move or feel or think, everything will fall back into place.
Maybe.
Probably not.
It's both incredibly natural and incredibly not, holding her again. There's a part of him that feels this is absolutely right, that it's the logical ending of their story to wind up here, together, in this way. Resistance was always futile, after all: they're two strong, beautiful people; they're Breakers; they're attracted to each other, and have been since moment one. Of course they should come back together. It's what he wanted.
Isn't it?
His heart is thundering, his head is throbbing, his mind is spitting blanks. We won't lie and say Koa hasn't dreamt of this moment, because he has, and yet now that it's come... he doesn't know. He's frozen by indecision and, gods, emotion, too complicated for his poor little brain to parse. So he stands there, holding her, his chin on her head, his copper eyes fixed at a point on the horizon. Maybe if he can keep this moment still forever he won't have to decide. Maybe if they don't move or feel or think, everything will fall back into place.
Maybe.
Probably not.
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
