MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
She relaxes, intertwining her fingers with his and he continues to pave the way to the little cathedral, trying to smooth over her worries and offer the confidence that everything would be fine. Still, his gaze drifts to her at the ghost whales comment, a swift grin sharpening along his face. “Mm, ‘spose that’s fair.” Ghost whales typically didn’t make it this far in, not with the reefs that surrounded this part of the ocean they found themselves in, but he hopes by playing along it might help release the fear within her. “I’d prolly make a decent but small dinner, yeh?” He jests back to her, continuing until the end is in sight and he’s already explaining his plans.
He lets her go as soon as she’s moving toward it on her own, Milo choosing a different path to take him into the cathedral, to pull the pack from his shoulder and pull the blankets out to smooth along the sand beneath it, all the while the wind continues to blow a low melody through the structure. Her question has his gaze drawn back to her, a beckoning smile to have her join him within it.
“It’s jus’ a cathedral, really. Dunno who made it ‘r what it’s for.” He murmurs, pausing to reach up and let his fingertip drag along a piece of sun bleached coral. “’ts m’favorite place t’visit.” Which would hopefully ensure the safety of it to her. His gaze drops then to find her again, that similar smile breaking across his face, deeply pleased with himself that she’s enjoying it just as much as he always does. “’ts made’a certain way so the wind’ll make music through it.”
He lets her go as soon as she’s moving toward it on her own, Milo choosing a different path to take him into the cathedral, to pull the pack from his shoulder and pull the blankets out to smooth along the sand beneath it, all the while the wind continues to blow a low melody through the structure. Her question has his gaze drawn back to her, a beckoning smile to have her join him within it.
“It’s jus’ a cathedral, really. Dunno who made it ‘r what it’s for.” He murmurs, pausing to reach up and let his fingertip drag along a piece of sun bleached coral. “’ts m’favorite place t’visit.” Which would hopefully ensure the safety of it to her. His gaze drops then to find her again, that similar smile breaking across his face, deeply pleased with himself that she’s enjoying it just as much as he always does. “’ts made’a certain way so the wind’ll make music through it.”
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