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 low rumble only adds to his confusion, clear as day, her comments making his brows furrow and pinch as he tries to fit his mind around what she could possibly be talking about. He almost asks her why it isn’t that easy. Why she can’t just say it. But he doesn’t know her, and that is something that he does understand. Gods knew he wasn’t one to delve into his history immediately. So he works his jaw, the tension flaring in the tendon that slips along his jaw with it.
And he turns his attention away when the silence grows between them, when his question is aired and his eyes land on the black inky ocean waves in the moonlight, lapping against the shore. For a second he wonders if the cold of it would drown out his muddling thoughts, but with the confusion and misreading of the situation, he’s not sure anything could right his mind tonight.
So he waits. He waits for her to speak. And when she does, well, it’s a lot of what he does understand. “I don’ get why that’sa bad thing.” He offers her quietly, finally pulling his gaze away from the water to peer back at her. “That’s exactly what we do here. No hard feelin’s. It’s hard.” But even Milo had the choice to self serve or be selfless. And he did a bit of both. Selfish with the smuggling and keeping it to himself. But there were times when he was selfless – like helping the young kids around the dock when they needed it, like playing games of tag and capturing a ball down the alleys of Haulani in other days.
But she continues and understanding gleam in his gaze as he meets her watery one, hears the crack in her voice. And this time, he can’t help but to not want to reach up and comfort her. “Y’don’t have t’be.” He offers, his voice growing a bit softer. “Might take ya a bit’a time but… I think ya can do it.” There’s a softer, ghosted edge of a smile on his lips with that, some sort of boon he attempts to give the woman to relieve her worries. And he reaches out again, this time instead of reaching to run his fingers along her jaw, his hand reaches out to rest on her own, to try and take her hand into his and smooth it out – his gaze dropping to it. “We’re all surviv'rs at the end’a the day, y’know?”
And he turns his attention away when the silence grows between them, when his question is aired and his eyes land on the black inky ocean waves in the moonlight, lapping against the shore. For a second he wonders if the cold of it would drown out his muddling thoughts, but with the confusion and misreading of the situation, he’s not sure anything could right his mind tonight.
So he waits. He waits for her to speak. And when she does, well, it’s a lot of what he does understand. “I don’ get why that’sa bad thing.” He offers her quietly, finally pulling his gaze away from the water to peer back at her. “That’s exactly what we do here. No hard feelin’s. It’s hard.” But even Milo had the choice to self serve or be selfless. And he did a bit of both. Selfish with the smuggling and keeping it to himself. But there were times when he was selfless – like helping the young kids around the dock when they needed it, like playing games of tag and capturing a ball down the alleys of Haulani in other days.
But she continues and understanding gleam in his gaze as he meets her watery one, hears the crack in her voice. And this time, he can’t help but to not want to reach up and comfort her. “Y’don’t have t’be.” He offers, his voice growing a bit softer. “Might take ya a bit’a time but… I think ya can do it.” There’s a softer, ghosted edge of a smile on his lips with that, some sort of boon he attempts to give the woman to relieve her worries. And he reaches out again, this time instead of reaching to run his fingers along her jaw, his hand reaches out to rest on her own, to try and take her hand into his and smooth it out – his gaze dropping to it. “We’re all surviv'rs at the end’a the day, y’know?”
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
