MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
She almost appears to ignore him while she practices, but he waits easily, a mix of admiring her form and watching just how she planned on kicking his ass should things go south. But after she’s paused, to examine and study what she may have done wrong, Milo’s already nudging her, spying that fierce determination in her gaze before it drops away at the sight of him. And well, that certainly warms him a decent amount.
He flashes her a bright grin in response.
His gaze scans her, spying the way her hair flows around her face, the billowy clothes that she wears that he finds suit her in a different way than he remembers from before, taking the compliment she gives him with a playful bow in return. “I do, don’ i?” He teases, before explaining his plan – at least… Vague enough to get her to follow, already starting the trek with a crooked smile shot over his shoulder to her as she jogs to catch up.
Of course, he slows his pace just a bit so she can stay beside him, shifting the bag on his shoulder. “Mm, I ‘spose I could.” He says, making a show of thinking it over, lips pursing, the briefest hint of orange stubble illuminated on his cheeks and chin before his honeyed gaze drifts back to her. “We’re goin’ to Hale Ka’aila. Y’only get t’go a couple’a times a day ‘cause of the tide. ‘ts one’a my favorites, though. Dunno if ya’ve seen it.” He shrugs, casual as an be even if he’s anything but casual internally.
He guides them to the sandbar that’s been revealed, stepping along deeper into it until the ocean laps on either side of the path they take. “I think yer gonna like it though. ‘ts best ‘round sunset ‘r durin’ the night.” Because of the coral cathedral, a perfect space for two people to sit and enjoy one another. A perfect place for a date, even if they weren’t calling it that. “Did I interrupt yer practicin’?”
He flashes her a bright grin in response.
His gaze scans her, spying the way her hair flows around her face, the billowy clothes that she wears that he finds suit her in a different way than he remembers from before, taking the compliment she gives him with a playful bow in return. “I do, don’ i?” He teases, before explaining his plan – at least… Vague enough to get her to follow, already starting the trek with a crooked smile shot over his shoulder to her as she jogs to catch up.
Of course, he slows his pace just a bit so she can stay beside him, shifting the bag on his shoulder. “Mm, I ‘spose I could.” He says, making a show of thinking it over, lips pursing, the briefest hint of orange stubble illuminated on his cheeks and chin before his honeyed gaze drifts back to her. “We’re goin’ to Hale Ka’aila. Y’only get t’go a couple’a times a day ‘cause of the tide. ‘ts one’a my favorites, though. Dunno if ya’ve seen it.” He shrugs, casual as an be even if he’s anything but casual internally.
He guides them to the sandbar that’s been revealed, stepping along deeper into it until the ocean laps on either side of the path they take. “I think yer gonna like it though. ‘ts best ‘round sunset ‘r durin’ the night.” Because of the coral cathedral, a perfect space for two people to sit and enjoy one another. A perfect place for a date, even if they weren’t calling it that. “Did I interrupt yer practicin’?”
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that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
