MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
So much had changed before he’d come back, and when he had? Well, he’d felt immediately lost. There goes the plans of sleeping in for weeks at a time, of rarely having to leave the confines of his home, of having Aurelia there beside him the entire time and not having to do much of anything else. Gone was the Governor, gone was the ‘Armbiter’, and now? Now his home had abandoned the entirety of the idea of Governors for a set of Queens. Safrin’s appointed.
As much as he loves Aurelia, the idea of Queenship only leaves a sour, bitter taste on his tongue.
To receive the seal from Maeve from this Court of Stars only has him sighing that morning, but agreeing nonetheless, slipping on a short sleeved shirt, half buttoned, and a pair of shorts. He’s tanned quite a bit, but his hair has only lightened a fraction, further signifying the fiery red of his hair as he slips through Torchline’s streets to where Maeve had said to meet her.
Honestly, he can’t help the slight frown as he peers at the essential courthouse, lips pursing before he pushes himself through toward the fountain he was supposed to help with, finding Maeve standing there as expected. He dips his head in greeting but doesn’t give her anything more than what he’d give everyone else. “Heya Maeve.” He greets, coming to stand beside the fountain, his bronze gaze scanning one of the Queens as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. “So… What kinda stuff ‘m I tryin’ t’do? How’m I tryin’ to purify it?” Red brows pinch curiously as he looks around the stones of the fountain, wondering what it was that needed healing and if it was something he could even do.
As much as he loves Aurelia, the idea of Queenship only leaves a sour, bitter taste on his tongue.
To receive the seal from Maeve from this Court of Stars only has him sighing that morning, but agreeing nonetheless, slipping on a short sleeved shirt, half buttoned, and a pair of shorts. He’s tanned quite a bit, but his hair has only lightened a fraction, further signifying the fiery red of his hair as he slips through Torchline’s streets to where Maeve had said to meet her.
Honestly, he can’t help the slight frown as he peers at the essential courthouse, lips pursing before he pushes himself through toward the fountain he was supposed to help with, finding Maeve standing there as expected. He dips his head in greeting but doesn’t give her anything more than what he’d give everyone else. “Heya Maeve.” He greets, coming to stand beside the fountain, his bronze gaze scanning one of the Queens as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. “So… What kinda stuff ‘m I tryin’ t’do? How’m I tryin’ to purify it?” Red brows pinch curiously as he looks around the stones of the fountain, wondering what it was that needed healing and if it was something he could even do.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
