MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
“Yeah?” He asks, raising a red brow with a soft smile – even if he doesn’t notice the emotions that drive within her down below. She suddenly seems a bit confused and it reverberates against him, it sends off those warning bells as he tries to gain as much of himself again to heal her should something else be wrong. She’d just fallen out of a tree, after all, perhaps his magic hadn’t been enough?
So Milo studies her face, his bronze gaze dancing along her hands after as she looks down at them, and when she shifts to prop herself onto her knees, he rises slightly on an elbow to watch her – awaiting what might come of the confusion that’s so easily read across her face. “What is it?” He asks slowly, his accent lighter here, turning his attention back to her hands when it finally occurs to her.
She snaps and there’s a whirlwind of glimmering, glittery orange and reds – like fire but not quite, certainly not painful like fire. If anything, it’s only spurred on a warm sensation within him and he laughs, a barking laugh that racks through him so heavily he has to flop back down into the ground, glitter managing to make its way into his mouth despite the way he tries to spit it out, while still giggling and sucking more down. “No, no, don’t hurt.” He manages through the hiccupping laughter.
And all he can feel is an addition to his love for her, warm and smooth, serene and beautiful. “I fuckin’ love you.” He chuckles, reaching up to grasp her hand and tug her down into him so he can press his face against hers and share the glitter with her.
So Milo studies her face, his bronze gaze dancing along her hands after as she looks down at them, and when she shifts to prop herself onto her knees, he rises slightly on an elbow to watch her – awaiting what might come of the confusion that’s so easily read across her face. “What is it?” He asks slowly, his accent lighter here, turning his attention back to her hands when it finally occurs to her.
She snaps and there’s a whirlwind of glimmering, glittery orange and reds – like fire but not quite, certainly not painful like fire. If anything, it’s only spurred on a warm sensation within him and he laughs, a barking laugh that racks through him so heavily he has to flop back down into the ground, glitter managing to make its way into his mouth despite the way he tries to spit it out, while still giggling and sucking more down. “No, no, don’t hurt.” He manages through the hiccupping laughter.
And all he can feel is an addition to his love for her, warm and smooth, serene and beautiful. “I fuckin’ love you.” He chuckles, reaching up to grasp her hand and tug her down into him so he can press his face against hers and share the glitter with her.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
