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
Her hand trails down his arm as he reorients, attention focusing on her and not swaying even despite the way his confusion flares again. They remain close but he doesn’t know how to take it, if he should let his gaze drop to her lips like he wants to, if he should reach out and dare to tuck another rogue piece of hair behind her ear, if he should cut her off with a kiss instead. But he does none of those things, knee to knee and face to face. All he can do is watch her, listen to her, letting the confusion flare in a pinch of his brow as she challenges him.
And he takes a moment of silence, tongue darting along his lower lip as he watches her curiously, letting the confusion flare in his dark eyes, illuminated with the orange glow of a dying fire. “Okay.” He says quietly, withdrawing his hands for a moment so that he might rub at his chin, covered in faint red stubble. “But… that was whatcha were before. ‘R ya still like that?” He asks, the confusion evident in how he’s not following it.
If her previous world turned her into a monster of sorts, why couldn’t she start over differently here? Finally his hands drop into his lap and he turns his gaze away from her out toward the ocean. “Why’s it gotta hurt, anyway?” He asks softly, his mind picking and pulling her words apart and jumbling them as he flits through them, confused as to why it has to be a thing that hurts in the first place, why it has to be something more than a nice moment. “Guess what ‘m askin’ is, d’ya wanna hurt people still?” It isn’t like Milo hasn’t hurt people too.
And he takes a moment of silence, tongue darting along his lower lip as he watches her curiously, letting the confusion flare in his dark eyes, illuminated with the orange glow of a dying fire. “Okay.” He says quietly, withdrawing his hands for a moment so that he might rub at his chin, covered in faint red stubble. “But… that was whatcha were before. ‘R ya still like that?” He asks, the confusion evident in how he’s not following it.
If her previous world turned her into a monster of sorts, why couldn’t she start over differently here? Finally his hands drop into his lap and he turns his gaze away from her out toward the ocean. “Why’s it gotta hurt, anyway?” He asks softly, his mind picking and pulling her words apart and jumbling them as he flits through them, confused as to why it has to be a thing that hurts in the first place, why it has to be something more than a nice moment. “Guess what ‘m askin’ is, d’ya wanna hurt people still?” It isn’t like Milo hasn’t hurt people too.
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
