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
She understands and Milo leans back, letting his explanation color the air around them. Of course, it’s not without an air of fun poked at himself and the rest of it all, but when he goes to hand her back the cigarette, he actually takes a long look at her. There’s relief settled in her shoulders, something that perhaps gives Milo a bit of pride. But she looks tired, and the young smuggler understands that in his bones. He’s tired too. But she’s been through so much more, it makes sense that she would be so exhausted.
A new world to get used to and all that.
But she takes the cigarette regardless, his question hanging in the air between them for a bit longer than he anticipates. And so he studies her face, the way the light flickers against it, how soft her skin and hair look, to the fire that reflects in her eyes that he wonders whether or not reflects in her soul too. But he listens, just as she’s listened to him, letting a crooked smile play on his features, sunkissed skin and the edges of tattoos on his shoulders rolling with a bit of a half smirk at her words. “They all say that.” He’d said it once too, but he’s been doing this a while now without an end in sight.
She meets his gaze and he moves to sit up a bit, close to her – not quite sure what he’s doing – but he lets her keep the cigarette to kill it off. “’m sure there’s somethin’ Jack’ll find fer ya.” He offers her, trying to give her an encouraging smile that only goes so far as a soft edged one along his face. And because Milo’s bold, he always has been, he reaches up with those same calloused fingers and aims to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, to let his fingers linger and ghost along her jawline. “Chin up, a’ight? Yer in Torchline. And if there’s one thing I know about her, she takes care’ve her people.” There’s a glint on his brown gaze that’s soft, understanding to an extent, as much as natural born Torcher could understand. But he was trying. His judgement far low on the aspect that she hadn’t asked to come here at all, having been forced here to pick up the remains. "We've got ya, 'Relia." He moves to pull away, to give her some space, but his eyes still scan her face.
A new world to get used to and all that.
But she takes the cigarette regardless, his question hanging in the air between them for a bit longer than he anticipates. And so he studies her face, the way the light flickers against it, how soft her skin and hair look, to the fire that reflects in her eyes that he wonders whether or not reflects in her soul too. But he listens, just as she’s listened to him, letting a crooked smile play on his features, sunkissed skin and the edges of tattoos on his shoulders rolling with a bit of a half smirk at her words. “They all say that.” He’d said it once too, but he’s been doing this a while now without an end in sight.
She meets his gaze and he moves to sit up a bit, close to her – not quite sure what he’s doing – but he lets her keep the cigarette to kill it off. “’m sure there’s somethin’ Jack’ll find fer ya.” He offers her, trying to give her an encouraging smile that only goes so far as a soft edged one along his face. And because Milo’s bold, he always has been, he reaches up with those same calloused fingers and aims to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, to let his fingers linger and ghost along her jawline. “Chin up, a’ight? Yer in Torchline. And if there’s one thing I know about her, she takes care’ve her people.” There’s a glint on his brown gaze that’s soft, understanding to an extent, as much as natural born Torcher could understand. But he was trying. His judgement far low on the aspect that she hadn’t asked to come here at all, having been forced here to pick up the remains. "We've got ya, 'Relia." He moves to pull away, to give her some space, but his eyes still scan her face.
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
