MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
Ignorant to the inner turmoil that she goes through when he notices the bite marks, he can’t help the smile and the gruff laugh that leaves him at her words, the honest smile, the way she dives into her food as if she’s covering something up. It’s awkward, but he tries to keep up if only not to be left behind. While Aurelia might eat her food fast, Milo tended to be more of the grazing type – to down a few bites in between work, returning to down a few more.
Still, he lets her go at whatever pace she wanted, looking up to catch her eyes when she mentions that she’s not picky. It sparks another crooked smile on his face, a nod of his head that loosens a lock of red hair from where he’d kept it neatly. “Ah well that’s good.” He pauses, considering if he knows what a raptor was, eventually shaking his head with a soft laugh. “Nev’r heard’a it.” He offers after he’s tried to imagine it.
But then the conversation shifts and his attention is fully granted to her, in between reaching for the bottle to down a heavy gulp, waiting to see what’s driven her to this level of awkwardness. His eyes follow the edge of the sleeve as it falls, brow raising once more as his gaze darts between the bite and her face, waiting only because it seems she’s insistent to tell him. She doesn’t have to, but she continues anyway.
And with each little trip, there’s a ghosting of a smirk that crosses his face, one that rises and rises, until he sets the plate down to give her his full attention, leaning forward along the blanket just a bit to watch her. “Mm, yeh, the Governer’s beau.” He refrains at first from admitting just how much he’d fucked with the doctor once when he sought out a Sear cat.
However, she continues, a whirlwind of talking and information that takes Milo a decent amount of time to process it, until a grin spreads across his face as she reveals she’s Abandoned. “No shit, really? What’s yer ability?” He asks with a tilt of his head, wondering if she’d been blessed with summoning just as he was, or if it was something else.
But she doesn’t seem excited and he’s not entirely sure why, so he instead chooses to reach out and try and clasp her hands with his, a soothing presence if he can make it one. “Will yer curse go away? Or d’ya jus’ need t’get stronger again?” He asks, searching for something else, not at all concerned about the bite or what might have occurred.
Still, he lets her go at whatever pace she wanted, looking up to catch her eyes when she mentions that she’s not picky. It sparks another crooked smile on his face, a nod of his head that loosens a lock of red hair from where he’d kept it neatly. “Ah well that’s good.” He pauses, considering if he knows what a raptor was, eventually shaking his head with a soft laugh. “Nev’r heard’a it.” He offers after he’s tried to imagine it.
But then the conversation shifts and his attention is fully granted to her, in between reaching for the bottle to down a heavy gulp, waiting to see what’s driven her to this level of awkwardness. His eyes follow the edge of the sleeve as it falls, brow raising once more as his gaze darts between the bite and her face, waiting only because it seems she’s insistent to tell him. She doesn’t have to, but she continues anyway.
And with each little trip, there’s a ghosting of a smirk that crosses his face, one that rises and rises, until he sets the plate down to give her his full attention, leaning forward along the blanket just a bit to watch her. “Mm, yeh, the Governer’s beau.” He refrains at first from admitting just how much he’d fucked with the doctor once when he sought out a Sear cat.
However, she continues, a whirlwind of talking and information that takes Milo a decent amount of time to process it, until a grin spreads across his face as she reveals she’s Abandoned. “No shit, really? What’s yer ability?” He asks with a tilt of his head, wondering if she’d been blessed with summoning just as he was, or if it was something else.
But she doesn’t seem excited and he’s not entirely sure why, so he instead chooses to reach out and try and clasp her hands with his, a soothing presence if he can make it one. “Will yer curse go away? Or d’ya jus’ need t’get stronger again?” He asks, searching for something else, not at all concerned about the bite or what might have occurred.
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