MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
Ah, so he has picked it well, then. A little beautiful piece of a place for respite for him, perhaps one that might become one for her too. Or… Not, as she pauses and his attention slips back toward her, his bronze gaze flicking along her face to try and determine what the problem was. He’d brought everything he could think of, the idea of the little cathedral something that should be exciting all things considered. And yet, here he was, at a complete loss to her worries.
A brow raises curiously as her eyes meet his, as she answers bluntly and the frustration becomes evident. He tears his gaze away from her to peer down the sandbar, to the makeshift island on the other end awaiting them. “Y’got more determination than me.” He offers her, flashing an easier smile her way, hoping to distract her. “Half th’ time I wanna sleep rather than go fer a run. But…” He forced himself to do it anyway, time and time again, if only to try and remain somewhat in shape.
Her words sound nervous, however, and he slows a bit to wrap an arm around her shoulders should she let him, his head tilting toward her as if he’s about to tell some sort of hidden secret. “When th’ tide’s out, the sandbar appears. We’ll b’ fine though. Once we get t’the other end, there’s a small island. The path should stay fer a while.” He informs her, hoping that might alleviate her sudden nervousness.
But just in case it helps, he flashes another easy grin. “There’s a place, at th’ end.” He continues their path through the sandbar, the end in sight – sure she could spy the beautifully constructed coral and seaglass, something that was definitely not natural. But he reaches up with a free hand to pat at the bag on his shoulder. “Big ‘nuff fer two, thought we could have dinner ‘r somethin’.” His shoulders shrug, but there’s a soft smile that lingers on the corner of his lips.
A brow raises curiously as her eyes meet his, as she answers bluntly and the frustration becomes evident. He tears his gaze away from her to peer down the sandbar, to the makeshift island on the other end awaiting them. “Y’got more determination than me.” He offers her, flashing an easier smile her way, hoping to distract her. “Half th’ time I wanna sleep rather than go fer a run. But…” He forced himself to do it anyway, time and time again, if only to try and remain somewhat in shape.
Her words sound nervous, however, and he slows a bit to wrap an arm around her shoulders should she let him, his head tilting toward her as if he’s about to tell some sort of hidden secret. “When th’ tide’s out, the sandbar appears. We’ll b’ fine though. Once we get t’the other end, there’s a small island. The path should stay fer a while.” He informs her, hoping that might alleviate her sudden nervousness.
But just in case it helps, he flashes another easy grin. “There’s a place, at th’ end.” He continues their path through the sandbar, the end in sight – sure she could spy the beautifully constructed coral and seaglass, something that was definitely not natural. But he reaches up with a free hand to pat at the bag on his shoulder. “Big ‘nuff fer two, thought we could have dinner ‘r somethin’.” His shoulders shrug, but there’s a soft smile that lingers on the corner of his lips.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
