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
Scuffles absolutely were the only types of fighting the smuggler had seen. All the bigger battles were left to others more capable, others with more of a reason. Milo was a runner and when things got to be too much, he typically slipped away until someone more capable could handle it. It’s just how he was.
But he reaches out, fingertips tracing along her wrist in the attempts to calm the storm in her eyes, his own surprisingly bright despite the alcohol and the exhaustion that weighs on his mind. But he leans back then, pulling away from her a small amount but remaining close as she goes to explain — brow raising at the mention of living underground. He can’t help the joke that wants to slip past his lips, of how the Torchline sun would tan that pale skin from the underground, so long as it didn’t burn. But he refrains, letting a smaller smile cross his face, distracted enough to not ask as she cuts herself off and continues.
“So like… A city ‘n the Fingers?” He asks, because that’s really only the thing he could relate it to, but he does cock his head a little toward her, dark red hair flopping over with the gesture. But she’s in his space again, nervous though he doesn’t know why, nor does he ask.
“Ah, yeah, sounds like’a great time.” Milo rumbles back in sarcasm, a roll of his eyes for emphasis, before the brown lands back on those pale greens. “I think I’d like that.” He offers her, flashing her an easy grin that creases the corners of his eyes, that scrunches his nose, purely for amusement before it fades into something softer as a thought occurs to him. “Where ‘r ya stayin’ while the Ark’s docked?” Where could he find her again other than happenstance?
But he reaches out, fingertips tracing along her wrist in the attempts to calm the storm in her eyes, his own surprisingly bright despite the alcohol and the exhaustion that weighs on his mind. But he leans back then, pulling away from her a small amount but remaining close as she goes to explain — brow raising at the mention of living underground. He can’t help the joke that wants to slip past his lips, of how the Torchline sun would tan that pale skin from the underground, so long as it didn’t burn. But he refrains, letting a smaller smile cross his face, distracted enough to not ask as she cuts herself off and continues.
“So like… A city ‘n the Fingers?” He asks, because that’s really only the thing he could relate it to, but he does cock his head a little toward her, dark red hair flopping over with the gesture. But she’s in his space again, nervous though he doesn’t know why, nor does he ask.
“Ah, yeah, sounds like’a great time.” Milo rumbles back in sarcasm, a roll of his eyes for emphasis, before the brown lands back on those pale greens. “I think I’d like that.” He offers her, flashing her an easy grin that creases the corners of his eyes, that scrunches his nose, purely for amusement before it fades into something softer as a thought occurs to him. “Where ‘r ya stayin’ while the Ark’s docked?” Where could he find her again other than happenstance?
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
