MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
He was confident in what he was doing – having spent enough time doing exactly this, having grown up in Torchline, after all. But he’s careful, attuned to her shifts, to her movements, to the breath that slips from her lips. But her hand lifts to pause him, and he concedes, pulling away just enough but lingering in her space, head tilting lightly as her hand lifts to run along his neck and shoulder.
The weight of her head on his other shoulder has his head nuzzling in against it, red melding with the dark hue of her hair as he closes his eyes, his hand splayed along her lower back shifts to rub up and down her spine – softly and gently at first of course – testing boundaries in a sense. The other hand wraps around her shoulder to keep them close, to share warmth despite the fire that still lingers beside them.
“There’s lots t’think ‘bout.” He murmurs, an edge of a smile crossing his face that he’s sure she can feel, the stretch and pull of a cheek pressed against her head. But his hand aims to continue its slow and steady rubbing, a massacre of sorts as he considers everything, brown gaze opening as he stares over her shoulder to the shadows along the beach.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but he takes a deep inhale, letting the air puff out of him in a scent of alcohol and smoke. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” He asks after a moment of settling himself.
The weight of her head on his other shoulder has his head nuzzling in against it, red melding with the dark hue of her hair as he closes his eyes, his hand splayed along her lower back shifts to rub up and down her spine – softly and gently at first of course – testing boundaries in a sense. The other hand wraps around her shoulder to keep them close, to share warmth despite the fire that still lingers beside them.
“There’s lots t’think ‘bout.” He murmurs, an edge of a smile crossing his face that he’s sure she can feel, the stretch and pull of a cheek pressed against her head. But his hand aims to continue its slow and steady rubbing, a massacre of sorts as he considers everything, brown gaze opening as he stares over her shoulder to the shadows along the beach.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but he takes a deep inhale, letting the air puff out of him in a scent of alcohol and smoke. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” He asks after a moment of settling himself.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
