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
He might not be anything more than a runner, but Milo’s entire life has revolved around being around people, being able to read them to an extent, to learn who and what could be trusted. It helps him here as he sees through the veil she puts up, that mask that hides her away from him. So he tries to placate it, tries to smooth over the rough edges where he can.
Perhaps it works, perhaps he’s just internally stoking his own ego at helping her out of it as the sun rises higher, illuminating them more fully when he leans in and presses his gentle kiss to the corner of her lips. It smooths out, Milo offering an easy squeeze back to her prior one as she leans her head on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw. It sparks a huff of a laugh to leave him, her comment, his arm tightening around her again. “When’ver ya want me.” He repeats, the amused smirk in his lips affecting his tone, sure she could probably feel the warmth within it.
As for the rest of it, though, he’s content to sit there in silence with her – only it doesn’t last. Not as her question is aired, something that both doesn’t make sense and something that does. Something that’s all of it combined, wrapped up in a pretty bow for the young smuggler to figure out. So he does manage to bark out a laugh, settling to rest his chin on her shoulder again. “Do y’wanna be a thing?” He asks, raising a red brow, bronze eyes shifting to her curiously. “Or d’ya wanna jus’ be with me?” Whether it is or isn’t a thing, them being together somewhat made it a thing. He supposes it’s just how official she wishes to make it. But again, the question doesn't make much sense, and it's that air of both their confusing questions that has him unable to keep the quiet laugh from his lips.
Milo’s just along for the ride.
Perhaps it works, perhaps he’s just internally stoking his own ego at helping her out of it as the sun rises higher, illuminating them more fully when he leans in and presses his gentle kiss to the corner of her lips. It smooths out, Milo offering an easy squeeze back to her prior one as she leans her head on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw. It sparks a huff of a laugh to leave him, her comment, his arm tightening around her again. “When’ver ya want me.” He repeats, the amused smirk in his lips affecting his tone, sure she could probably feel the warmth within it.
As for the rest of it, though, he’s content to sit there in silence with her – only it doesn’t last. Not as her question is aired, something that both doesn’t make sense and something that does. Something that’s all of it combined, wrapped up in a pretty bow for the young smuggler to figure out. So he does manage to bark out a laugh, settling to rest his chin on her shoulder again. “Do y’wanna be a thing?” He asks, raising a red brow, bronze eyes shifting to her curiously. “Or d’ya wanna jus’ be with me?” Whether it is or isn’t a thing, them being together somewhat made it a thing. He supposes it’s just how official she wishes to make it. But again, the question doesn't make much sense, and it's that air of both their confusing questions that has him unable to keep the quiet laugh from his lips.
Milo’s just along for the ride.
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
