all my scars have got a tune
He doesn’t miss her glance toward the cliffs, toward who they both know live in that direction. And for a moment, he regrets bringing it up – but given his terrible mood, well, he supposes it’s only fair that she ask. So they start with breathing, a few slow draws in, a few slow exhales, reaching for the magic that stirs within his soul, about to open his mouth and instruct Aurelia for what she should be feeling when her voice pipes up.
His honeyed brown gaze drifts toward her with a nod as he finishes his slow exhale. “It’s bein’ taken care of.” He says, because that’s as much as he knows. If Remi was on it, Milo had no doubt that things would be figured out, the truth revealed. It still hadn’t helped how shaken Zeph had been, how shaken they all had been. How shaken Milo still is now, to imagine his governor capable of such things.
“Try t’breathe evenly ‘n feel for somethin’ stirrin’ in yer soul. Like… A thread ‘r a well ‘r somethin’.” He instructs, picking up his breathing again, unsure how to ask her if Sunjata had been acting strange recently – unsure if he wants to even bring it up.
His honeyed brown gaze drifts toward her with a nod as he finishes his slow exhale. “It’s bein’ taken care of.” He says, because that’s as much as he knows. If Remi was on it, Milo had no doubt that things would be figured out, the truth revealed. It still hadn’t helped how shaken Zeph had been, how shaken they all had been. How shaken Milo still is now, to imagine his governor capable of such things.
“Try t’breathe evenly ‘n feel for somethin’ stirrin’ in yer soul. Like… A thread ‘r a well ‘r somethin’.” He instructs, picking up his breathing again, unsure how to ask her if Sunjata had been acting strange recently – unsure if he wants to even bring it 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
