MILO
i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
say goodbye to who i was
She agrees to go the direction he’s chosen and both he, Melita, and the vampire gourd begin their trek along the edge of the swamp toward the random space he’d picked. It’s slow going at first, the sun beating down upon them, humidity sticking to their messy, dirty, swamp ridden skin. But Milo finds he doesn’t mind, waiting until the dirt and mud have dried to his skin before he rubs it off into small flakes that drift on a faint breeze that passes them.
“Hm. Maybe she lives ‘n a dam. Like a beaver?” He suggests with a hum of a laugh, before his gaze cuts back toward the Accepted. “Gingerbread house? How’s that work?” He asks, suddenly coming up with all sorts of possibilities of why it wouldn’t work. “I’d prolly eat m’house if it was made outta gingerbread.” His brows pinch as he considers that idea, lips pursing before he’s clicking his tongue. “Chick’n legs don’ seem real strong either.”
“Hm. Maybe she lives ‘n a dam. Like a beaver?” He suggests with a hum of a laugh, before his gaze cuts back toward the Accepted. “Gingerbread house? How’s that work?” He asks, suddenly coming up with all sorts of possibilities of why it wouldn’t work. “I’d prolly eat m’house if it was made outta gingerbread.” His brows pinch as he considers that idea, lips pursing before he’s clicking his tongue. “Chick’n legs don’ seem real strong either.”
i ain't ever been away so long
don't look back, those days are gone
don't look back, those days are gone
