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 peers back at her, honeyed eyes bright and a bit mischievous as he watches her, a dark brow raising at her smile then sudden hurt, watching her lips as they form a pout. Still, he can’t help the huff of breathy laughter that leaves him, an exasperated roll of his eyes accentuated with the shiver that travels along his spine again, goosebumps rising in the wake of it all.
Still, he’s finally there with her – feet easily planted before the edge of the deep, peering at her as she grabs him and tugs him into the water with her. He’s helpless to stop it, falling into her, buoyed by the sea, arms scrabbling against the salty waves to wrap around her and press her into him more. Her body against his doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the way her shirt clings to her, with the way her hair frames and clings to her face, her flirtation has him searching her face, looking for something within it.
It’s as good a distraction as any, entirely enraptured by her he doesn’t notice the way her hands shift, the way she moves to better situate herself. He absolutely doesn’t notice as soon as he’s going under, sputtering a bit at first. But Milo’s been raised near the water and practically within it, and his body tenses as he goes to lift himself out of the water, shaking his head out of the water to spray it back at her, huffing down a deep inhale of breath.
“Aye now, I think tha’ssa bit uncalled fer!” He rumbles, pouting as the water runs down his face, arms tightening around her to spin her until he’s dunking the both of them accurately prepared this time, pressing himself against her.
Still, he’s finally there with her – feet easily planted before the edge of the deep, peering at her as she grabs him and tugs him into the water with her. He’s helpless to stop it, falling into her, buoyed by the sea, arms scrabbling against the salty waves to wrap around her and press her into him more. Her body against his doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the way her shirt clings to her, with the way her hair frames and clings to her face, her flirtation has him searching her face, looking for something within it.
It’s as good a distraction as any, entirely enraptured by her he doesn’t notice the way her hands shift, the way she moves to better situate herself. He absolutely doesn’t notice as soon as he’s going under, sputtering a bit at first. But Milo’s been raised near the water and practically within it, and his body tenses as he goes to lift himself out of the water, shaking his head out of the water to spray it back at her, huffing down a deep inhale of breath.
“Aye now, I think tha’ssa bit uncalled fer!” He rumbles, pouting as the water runs down his face, arms tightening around her to spin her until he’s dunking the both of them accurately prepared this time, pressing himself against her.
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
