MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
There’s one thing he considers and it’s the fact that she’s gotta get better at telling him when something is wrong. But they take it one step at a time, as Milo makes it down to her (even if he hits a branch on the way down). He makes it to her, and she begins to try and speak. “Fer Frey’s sake, Aurelia.” He hisses under his breath, his glowing hand held within her own as his gaze finds hers, pain and worry. “No. No, yer not okay.” He says just as stubbornly, getting into her space to keep her from getting up.
“No. ‘m not givin’ you a second.” He mutters, running his hands over her chest, pausing before his healing magic releases itself and notices the red splotch bleeding through her shirt. He turns his attention there instead, hearing her joke but he’s not in the joking mood. His hand rises to her shoulder, pouring his healing magic into it in the hopes of closing it up and burning off any infection before it had time to set in.
He sighs, placing both hands over her to pin her there between his arms as he scans her face, the shoulder he’d healed of hers, down her chest to her ribs. “Where’s it hurt?” He asks, voice thick as he focuses on her.
“No. ‘m not givin’ you a second.” He mutters, running his hands over her chest, pausing before his healing magic releases itself and notices the red splotch bleeding through her shirt. He turns his attention there instead, hearing her joke but he’s not in the joking mood. His hand rises to her shoulder, pouring his healing magic into it in the hopes of closing it up and burning off any infection before it had time to set in.
He sighs, placing both hands over her to pin her there between his arms as he scans her face, the shoulder he’d healed of hers, down her chest to her ribs. “Where’s it hurt?” He asks, voice thick as he focuses on her.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
