MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
Her hands stop moving through his hair and he regards her with a bit more curiosity, a bit more serious ass she begins to explain her own side of things. And Milo? Milo isn’t very good at listening to compliments, never knowing what to do with himself when she showers them upon him, and beneath the glitter his cheeks flare slightly, his gaze watching her as she explains, the edges growing softer as he considers her.
“Dunno then.” He offers her, reaching up to run a hand through her own hair with a soft smile. But then he tells her that she’d never asked if he could sing and that was entirely on her for not finding out sooner. He leans forward, their lips pressed together, and he settles back down to focus on her reaction to the potential love songs. “Y’sure?” He asks her with a crooked smirk. “’Cause now I gotta.” He tips her a wink with that, leaning back in the ground and humming a bigger laugh.
Oh regardless of how much Aurelia denies it, Milo will absolutely make time for a love song or two specifically for her.
“Dunno then.” He offers her, reaching up to run a hand through her own hair with a soft smile. But then he tells her that she’d never asked if he could sing and that was entirely on her for not finding out sooner. He leans forward, their lips pressed together, and he settles back down to focus on her reaction to the potential love songs. “Y’sure?” He asks her with a crooked smirk. “’Cause now I gotta.” He tips her a wink with that, leaning back in the ground and humming a bigger laugh.
Oh regardless of how much Aurelia denies it, Milo will absolutely make time for a love song or two specifically for her.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
