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 question is aired, amusement arriving in the form of soft laughter that leaves him. It’s quelled by the surprise that overtakes her, those pale green eyes widening before she puts on another front, one that Milo clings to with a crooked grin. And he watches, as she makes the show of deciding, his head tilting slightly quite like a dog as he hangs onto her thoughts, onto her consideration.
But then she nudges him, dropping it, her own reply full of confidence and honesty that has him playfully acting wounded by the nudge – a hand flying to his side, fiery bronze eyes illuminated by the sunlight flicking to her face with equal bits of entertainment, a brief flickering of feigned pain before it shifts as her answer rebounds in his mind and he has to take a moment to realize what it was she was saying. So he pauses, searching her own face for the lie within it, and when he doesn’t find it he can’t help the swift and easy grin that slants along his face.
“Y’know? I don’ think so.” Sure, they didn’t really know each other all that well – but Milo does know one thing. She’s in his line of work, he doesn’t have to hide what he does from her, he doesn’t have to hide or run, and that in and of itself is drawing him closer and closer. She was smart, beautiful, an Outlander with so many experiences and still she’d picked him among it all. Perhaps he’s naïve, perhaps he’s just gotten trapped in her web, but he finds himself going quite willingly.
So he leans forward, nudging her to trap her again against him, leaning in but stopping before he can press a kiss to her. “S’here’s t’bein’ a thing or not a thing… but together.” It’s a whisper for them and the sun that rises higher, for the gulls and hels to hear as they fly above, searching her face one last time before he leans in for the kiss finally.
But then she nudges him, dropping it, her own reply full of confidence and honesty that has him playfully acting wounded by the nudge – a hand flying to his side, fiery bronze eyes illuminated by the sunlight flicking to her face with equal bits of entertainment, a brief flickering of feigned pain before it shifts as her answer rebounds in his mind and he has to take a moment to realize what it was she was saying. So he pauses, searching her own face for the lie within it, and when he doesn’t find it he can’t help the swift and easy grin that slants along his face.
“Y’know? I don’ think so.” Sure, they didn’t really know each other all that well – but Milo does know one thing. She’s in his line of work, he doesn’t have to hide what he does from her, he doesn’t have to hide or run, and that in and of itself is drawing him closer and closer. She was smart, beautiful, an Outlander with so many experiences and still she’d picked him among it all. Perhaps he’s naïve, perhaps he’s just gotten trapped in her web, but he finds himself going quite willingly.
So he leans forward, nudging her to trap her again against him, leaning in but stopping before he can press a kiss to her. “S’here’s t’bein’ a thing or not a thing… but together.” It’s a whisper for them and the sun that rises higher, for the gulls and hels to hear as they fly above, searching her face one last time before he leans in for the kiss finally.
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
