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
His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug at being told he’s fortunate. “Mm, maybe. Maybe instead’a it bein’ staggered, ev’ryone’ll drop dead ‘n then I’ll have a buncha lanterns t’make.” Perhaps it’s a bit dark, but his parents are getting older and his brothers have already had a few close calls at sea. All things considered, however, Milo’s lead a pretty untraumatizing life. Perhaps that’s why this hits a bit differently, the quick realization that he doesn’t have anyone to make the lantern for.
But that’s beside the point. Milo props himself up on one hand in the sand, gaze drifting toward her lantern and peering at it with equal parts confusion and curiosity. “It ain’t ugly. Pretty good fer yer first lantern. Assumin' it is yer first, that is.” Most of the naturals had practice making them, at least. It’s what came with the territory for here. It was tradition. But his gaze snaps back to her as she speaks with her head close to her hands, her eyes focused on the dying flame.
And Milo shifts, turning so he can lift a knee to rest his other arm on, something in an attempt to get comfortable by the fire while his mind whirls with the alcohol. “Yeh, had a few of ‘em.” He half grumbles. “Why? Ya suddenly realize som’thin’ ya wish ya hadn’t?” He asks, his grin gone, replaced by furrowed dark red brows.
But that’s beside the point. Milo props himself up on one hand in the sand, gaze drifting toward her lantern and peering at it with equal parts confusion and curiosity. “It ain’t ugly. Pretty good fer yer first lantern. Assumin' it is yer first, that is.” Most of the naturals had practice making them, at least. It’s what came with the territory for here. It was tradition. But his gaze snaps back to her as she speaks with her head close to her hands, her eyes focused on the dying flame.
And Milo shifts, turning so he can lift a knee to rest his other arm on, something in an attempt to get comfortable by the fire while his mind whirls with the alcohol. “Yeh, had a few of ‘em.” He half grumbles. “Why? Ya suddenly realize som’thin’ ya wish ya hadn’t?” He asks, his grin gone, replaced by furrowed dark red brows.
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
