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 nuzzles in and he keeps her held close to him, listening for the response to the question he poses, letting his brown gaze flicker along her face as he draws away just enough as she glances away. There’s the briefest hue of red on her cheeks and Milo’s already parting his lips to comment on how he doesn’t intend on her moving in or it having to be a thing if she doesn’t want it to be – but he spies the smile she gives, how it doesn’t meet the rest of her eyes, and his playful smile falters slightly.
“Mm, I bet.” He murmurs in response to the seasickness, letting the joke wash over him before she clears her throat and continues. It’s not too convincing, however, and he offers her an easy smile, arms squeezing around her gently. “Like I said, y’don’t hafta. It’s jus’ an option.” Perhaps that might give her some relief. “Doesn’t gotta be a thing ‘r anythin’. Whatever y’want it t’be. Whether it’s now ‘r later.” His shoulders rise and fall, offering a shrug to her in response, hoping it helps soothe the sudden shift in the moment.
The sun rises higher now, the hues brightening the sky and reflecting off their skin as he watches her, pausing to clear his throat lightly. “I can b’there when’ver y’want me t’be.” He leans in again to press a kiss gently to her cheek, to the corner of her lips, before settling – wondering if any of those answers would be enough for her, to smooth over the overstep he’s made even if he isn’t quite too sure what it might be.
Still, he’d be lying if the thought of things going too quickly didn’t make him a bit antsy. It was, after all, what Zeph had told him not to do. But she’s beautiful, mysterious to him, and as far as he knows, she likes him too well enough that the idea of it all drags him into her gravity.
“Mm, I bet.” He murmurs in response to the seasickness, letting the joke wash over him before she clears her throat and continues. It’s not too convincing, however, and he offers her an easy smile, arms squeezing around her gently. “Like I said, y’don’t hafta. It’s jus’ an option.” Perhaps that might give her some relief. “Doesn’t gotta be a thing ‘r anythin’. Whatever y’want it t’be. Whether it’s now ‘r later.” His shoulders rise and fall, offering a shrug to her in response, hoping it helps soothe the sudden shift in the moment.
The sun rises higher now, the hues brightening the sky and reflecting off their skin as he watches her, pausing to clear his throat lightly. “I can b’there when’ver y’want me t’be.” He leans in again to press a kiss gently to her cheek, to the corner of her lips, before settling – wondering if any of those answers would be enough for her, to smooth over the overstep he’s made even if he isn’t quite too sure what it might be.
Still, he’d be lying if the thought of things going too quickly didn’t make him a bit antsy. It was, after all, what Zeph had told him not to do. But she’s beautiful, mysterious to him, and as far as he knows, she likes him too well enough that the idea of it all drags him into her gravity.
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
