MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
Finally, finally Aurelia gives into him and he works his literal magic on her. Her jokes fall flat in the face of his worry, even her ticklishness doesn’t spark a smile to his face. No, if anything, it’s a fracturing sense of relief that crosses his face, one that has him holding his breath without realizing it, leaning back on his heels to focus on her when he finishes the first round of healing. Sweat beads along his brow as he watches her, concern flaring in the bronze of his eyes.
“Y’don’t have t’be though, Aurelia.” He says quietly, raising his hands again to focus on her ribs where she indicates, letting his magic pour through her again to heal the bruising there. Exhaustion lingers in the lines of his face when he’s done, and he reaches up with the back of his hand to wipe the sweat away from his forehead, focusing back on her as he reaches down to pull her up into a tight hug, to bury his face into her neck.
Once he’s breathed her in a few times and assured himself that she’s okay, he finally speaks. “Fuckin’ let me heal ya next time. Please.” He manages, ignoring the tremble in his hands to embrace her tightly.
“Y’don’t have t’be though, Aurelia.” He says quietly, raising his hands again to focus on her ribs where she indicates, letting his magic pour through her again to heal the bruising there. Exhaustion lingers in the lines of his face when he’s done, and he reaches up with the back of his hand to wipe the sweat away from his forehead, focusing back on her as he reaches down to pull her up into a tight hug, to bury his face into her neck.
Once he’s breathed her in a few times and assured himself that she’s okay, he finally speaks. “Fuckin’ let me heal ya next time. Please.” He manages, ignoring the tremble in his hands to embrace her tightly.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
