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 hand covers her own, an attempt to unclench the fist she’s made. And he can feel the way she tenses beneath his own calloused fingers, but he doesn’t stop – he continues, soft as he can despite the way she clenches her hand harder. It’s her choice, after all, he won’t force her into doing anything. And he meets her gaze after she’s swallowed down her tears, though the glassiness remains – something that’s harder to evade.
He doesn’t blame her. It’s got to be so tough. And honestly? She’s handled it so much better than he imagines he ever could. After all, it had taken him how long to venture out of Torchline? Too awkward over the idea of leaving everything he knew behind.
But her hand opens, it smooths against his own and he lets her – lets her fingers explore and pass over slowly, callouses in different places on their hands, telling different stories. And then she’s grabbing his wrist, so abruptly his breath hitches and he’s shifted forward, their noses brushing. And he goes willingly, surprised at her strength and speed. It’s reflected in the honeyed gaze that peers back at her, content to be here with her clutching him close.
His gaze drifts along hers, searching for the lie in her words, but there’s a crooked lift of his lips in a smile as he focuses on her again, his freehand shifting so that it might rest along her side. “Wouldn’t dare.” He hums back to her, softly, breaking that distance – his nose ghosting against her own as he leans in fully, lips pressing against hers with a soft sigh.
It's a tender and gentle kiss, Milo giving her all the reins in how far she wants to take it.
He doesn’t blame her. It’s got to be so tough. And honestly? She’s handled it so much better than he imagines he ever could. After all, it had taken him how long to venture out of Torchline? Too awkward over the idea of leaving everything he knew behind.
But her hand opens, it smooths against his own and he lets her – lets her fingers explore and pass over slowly, callouses in different places on their hands, telling different stories. And then she’s grabbing his wrist, so abruptly his breath hitches and he’s shifted forward, their noses brushing. And he goes willingly, surprised at her strength and speed. It’s reflected in the honeyed gaze that peers back at her, content to be here with her clutching him close.
His gaze drifts along hers, searching for the lie in her words, but there’s a crooked lift of his lips in a smile as he focuses on her again, his freehand shifting so that it might rest along her side. “Wouldn’t dare.” He hums back to her, softly, breaking that distance – his nose ghosting against her own as he leans in fully, lips pressing against hers with a soft sigh.
It's a tender and gentle kiss, Milo giving her all the reins in how far she wants to take it.
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
