all my scars have got a tune
He’s late. For good reason, of course, because he wouldn’t be so late otherwise. But rumor had sparked in the darkest and longest of nights, and Milo needed to prepare some things, ensure that he could have it all in order in case Zeph asked him for anything else. For now, however, it’s silent on that end, the Lullaby called to deal with the threat, and Milo? Milo can’t keep the tightness from his face as he arrives, a few things brought with him, namely targets.
She might have weapons, but Milo dealt with magic the most, after all.
“Sorry ‘m late.” He calls out to her, scanning over her to ensure that she’s okay even if she’s grumpily staring into the flames. He supposes that makes two of them, his gaze flicking back to the space they’d designated to be their training ring for the day (night?). “We’re gonna start slow.” He informs her, his mannerisms tense and completely at odds from how he typically was. He makes no comment on it, not as he pulls the bag from his shoulder and pulls out the targets to place them up.
She might have weapons, but Milo dealt with magic the most, after all.
“Sorry ‘m late.” He calls out to her, scanning over her to ensure that she’s okay even if she’s grumpily staring into the flames. He supposes that makes two of them, his gaze flicking back to the space they’d designated to be their training ring for the day (night?). “We’re gonna start slow.” He informs her, his mannerisms tense and completely at odds from how he typically was. He makes no comment on it, not as he pulls the bag from his shoulder and pulls out the targets to place them up.
there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down
and i can't stop it burning down
MILO
