MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
“Didn’t think ya’d complain.” He shoots back with a playful smirk – pausing abruptly when she tells him to be careful with the bag. A nod is given – something Milo is good at, especially having to often transport fragile cargo. So he’s careful and cautious, pulling the heavy pack, listening for what’s inside it and realizing it’s a liquid of some sort with glass bottles. But the smuggler knows better than to ask – simply remaining silent as he slips further into the back to place it safely in a space where it won’t fall.
She’s tugging him back to her, however, once he’s deposited the bag and he turns to her to wrap an arm around her and pull her close. “Mm?” He asks, watching with his honey brown gaze as she reaches up to brush her fingertips gently along the marks left behind. “Oh. M’job today was t’fix some of the nets ‘n ropes. Got a bit tangled up in ‘em.” The frown that crosses his face lasts longer than he expects, however, but he shakes his head and leans down to press a kiss against her forehead with a smile replacing the frown.
“But I found out somethin’ neat I think.” He offers her, letting her go but remaining close – simply so he has one hand free to hover over the rope burn mark on his arm. From his fingers a brief glimmering light begins, something almost warm and sunny feeling, alighting his bronzed skin until the redness fades from the burn – mostly healed. His gaze lifts to hers then, a wide grin spread across his face.
Healing magic. Something least expected, but completely welcome.
She’s tugging him back to her, however, once he’s deposited the bag and he turns to her to wrap an arm around her and pull her close. “Mm?” He asks, watching with his honey brown gaze as she reaches up to brush her fingertips gently along the marks left behind. “Oh. M’job today was t’fix some of the nets ‘n ropes. Got a bit tangled up in ‘em.” The frown that crosses his face lasts longer than he expects, however, but he shakes his head and leans down to press a kiss against her forehead with a smile replacing the frown.
“But I found out somethin’ neat I think.” He offers her, letting her go but remaining close – simply so he has one hand free to hover over the rope burn mark on his arm. From his fingers a brief glimmering light begins, something almost warm and sunny feeling, alighting his bronzed skin until the redness fades from the burn – mostly healed. His gaze lifts to hers then, a wide grin spread across his face.
Healing magic. Something least expected, but completely welcome.
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
