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
Milo’s gaze darts up to Rigby’s face – not particularly taking much heed of the kid’s words, after all, Milo’s probably not too kind when he’s in pain either. But he does manage to look back down and spy the arrowhead, precisely at the time that Aurelia reaches down and pulls the fucking thing out. He curses under his breath as the blood spurts, getting onto his hands and arms and immediately his hands dart toward it, to cover the wound with both of his glowing palms.
He forces his healing magic to work, to try and close and clot the bleeding, but it might take a few times to do so. Already he can feel the pang of his exhaustion lingering on his mind. “Wha.. Why’d y’shoot him?” He asks Aurelia, lifting his gaze to look over at where Aurelia settles, brows still drawn in concern, before his gaze flickers back to Rigby.
“You stay still. Should b’over soon.” He half mutters his command, before he’s focusing on the healing again. “’Relia, get ‘im a shota rum ‘n a smoke.” That’d make this easier, all things considered.
But still, he’s confused as to what the fuck happened.
He forces his healing magic to work, to try and close and clot the bleeding, but it might take a few times to do so. Already he can feel the pang of his exhaustion lingering on his mind. “Wha.. Why’d y’shoot him?” He asks Aurelia, lifting his gaze to look over at where Aurelia settles, brows still drawn in concern, before his gaze flickers back to Rigby.
“You stay still. Should b’over soon.” He half mutters his command, before he’s focusing on the healing again. “’Relia, get ‘im a shota rum ‘n a smoke.” That’d make this easier, all things considered.
But still, he’s confused as to what the fuck happened.
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
