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 can’t fool her, but that’s fine. After all, it’s all part of the show he feigns, one that drops immediately as he’s leaning in, confirming with her what it was they’d be, what they’d become – even if Milo has no idea where to even start with it. So instead, her breathy confirmation is met with them both leaning in for the kiss, one that Milo lets himself dive into, his hands and arms snaking around her middle to keep her close while her hand lifts to his jaw and his hair.
It breaks before he wants it to, the briefest edge of a whine leaving his throat. But she doesn’t pull away fully, that thumb still at his jaw, his eyes opening and peering at her even if hers remain closed for the moment. A dark brow rises, head cocking a bit. “Hmm?” He asks, waiting for the answer, watching her pale green gaze open and meet his, a glimmer in them that’s as mysterious as she is.
And Milo, ever the moth drawn to her flame, lets one hand loosen around her, to run his palm along her side as if he’s making a show of considering it. After what feels like forever of making her hold on, there’s a crooked and softer smile that crosses his face. “Aye well, I don’ see why not?” He agrees, shifting them in the sand so that they might get up, in order to take that adventure to the sea for a swim.
Of course, he still isn’t wearing anything. But it’s Torchline, he’d rather his clothes didn’t get wet anyway, and who’s to say anyone’s up this early who’d even give a second glance. “’s gonna be cold though.” He murmurs, looking back to the water illuminated like moving flame before his gaze flickers back over to her, a red brow raised curiously, before he moves toward the ocean, sucking in a sharp whimper of breath as the cold wave crashes against his feet. "Yeh, it's fuckin' cold!" He calls back to her, hoping the quiet laughter blocks the sensation of his voice quivering with the distraction.
It doesn't stop the muscles along his back from flexing though in anticipation, the little red marks she's left along his spine bright against his bronze skin, though they already begin to fade.
It breaks before he wants it to, the briefest edge of a whine leaving his throat. But she doesn’t pull away fully, that thumb still at his jaw, his eyes opening and peering at her even if hers remain closed for the moment. A dark brow rises, head cocking a bit. “Hmm?” He asks, waiting for the answer, watching her pale green gaze open and meet his, a glimmer in them that’s as mysterious as she is.
And Milo, ever the moth drawn to her flame, lets one hand loosen around her, to run his palm along her side as if he’s making a show of considering it. After what feels like forever of making her hold on, there’s a crooked and softer smile that crosses his face. “Aye well, I don’ see why not?” He agrees, shifting them in the sand so that they might get up, in order to take that adventure to the sea for a swim.
Of course, he still isn’t wearing anything. But it’s Torchline, he’d rather his clothes didn’t get wet anyway, and who’s to say anyone’s up this early who’d even give a second glance. “’s gonna be cold though.” He murmurs, looking back to the water illuminated like moving flame before his gaze flickers back over to her, a red brow raised curiously, before he moves toward the ocean, sucking in a sharp whimper of breath as the cold wave crashes against his feet. "Yeh, it's fuckin' cold!" He calls back to her, hoping the quiet laughter blocks the sensation of his voice quivering with the distraction.
It doesn't stop the muscles along his back from flexing though in anticipation, the little red marks she's left along his spine bright against his bronze skin, though they already begin to fade.
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
