MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
“’m glad ya think so.” He rumbles, flashing her an easy smile as he lists out all the things he’s brought. He doesn’t expect her to dive right into the dessert, however, a bit of amusement crossing his face, a bright laugh leaving his lips as she devours it. He makes a mental note to bring more of them, and some with some variety – filled with jelly or chocolate, things of that nature. As it was, however, he can’t let her eat all the pastries by herself, regardless of how much she wants to.
So he gives her a considering look as he takes one of the pastries for himself, popping it into his mouth to be eaten before he replies. “They’re pretty good.” He agrees with a crooked smile, an amused gleam to his gaze. But he stops to reveal the drinks he’s also brought, catching her eye with the very same grin on his face when she pops the top off the bottle and offers it out for him. “I tried to. Can’ say I knew exactly what t’bring. Glad I guessed right 'nuff.” He adds with another huff of a laugh, taking the bottle and taking a swig of it, sighing through the burn down his throat as he hands it back to her – the fruity sweetness of the coconut easing a bit of the strength of the alcohol.
And he sits back in the blanket, to really look at her, to appreciate this moment together in its full clarity when he spies the silver marks on her skin, raising a brow curiously. He doesn’t comment on it, instead focusing on the fact that he has them too – just the one, placed along his neck. Though he assumes she’s noticed it before, and simply assumes that perhaps he’d not paid enough attention when they were together the last time to have noticed whether they were there or not.
Or they’re new and he has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Thank you fer comin’ with me, ‘Relia.” He murmurs, softer, more appreciative this time, letting the thoughts swirl along his brown gaze as he peers at her. “S’tell me if there’s somethin’ ya don’t like in this so I’ll know fer next time, ‘kay?” He tilts his head, leaning over a bit to brush his hand by her arm as he hands her the plate, before he picks his own up.
So he gives her a considering look as he takes one of the pastries for himself, popping it into his mouth to be eaten before he replies. “They’re pretty good.” He agrees with a crooked smile, an amused gleam to his gaze. But he stops to reveal the drinks he’s also brought, catching her eye with the very same grin on his face when she pops the top off the bottle and offers it out for him. “I tried to. Can’ say I knew exactly what t’bring. Glad I guessed right 'nuff.” He adds with another huff of a laugh, taking the bottle and taking a swig of it, sighing through the burn down his throat as he hands it back to her – the fruity sweetness of the coconut easing a bit of the strength of the alcohol.
And he sits back in the blanket, to really look at her, to appreciate this moment together in its full clarity when he spies the silver marks on her skin, raising a brow curiously. He doesn’t comment on it, instead focusing on the fact that he has them too – just the one, placed along his neck. Though he assumes she’s noticed it before, and simply assumes that perhaps he’d not paid enough attention when they were together the last time to have noticed whether they were there or not.
Or they’re new and he has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Thank you fer comin’ with me, ‘Relia.” He murmurs, softer, more appreciative this time, letting the thoughts swirl along his brown gaze as he peers at her. “S’tell me if there’s somethin’ ya don’t like in this so I’ll know fer next time, ‘kay?” He tilts his head, leaning over a bit to brush his hand by her arm as he hands her the plate, before he picks his own up.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
