all my nightmares escaped my head
She’s suddenly changing from woman to… Something else, fuzzy and red and striped and small and it’s all he can do to stare at her – wondering how she’d managed to get it to happen. She was Abandoned, unless the task she’d had with Safrin had elevated her and the starry goddess had seen what Milo had always seen in Aurelia. All of her potential. But it’s still strange – this new face, this new shift, and if it weren’t for the voice of the woman on the couch and the reaction to him, he might think she’s a completely different woman, an illusion.
But he lets her climb all over him, settling where she chooses to, and the smuggler does his damnedest to try and stay awake, to keep watch. He makes it a few hours until the silence and the pitter pattering of sounds lull him away into a light sleep.
It’s a bit deeper than he anticipates, given that she slips from his arms and lap easily and Milo does nothing but hum quietly in his sleep, fingers twitching from fur where she had just been. But she runs her fingertips along the side of his cheek and Milo wakes with a surprising jolt, sucking down a breath before he looks and finds Aurelia in what appears to be slightly better spirits, cupping his face. “Mmnn… ‘kay?” His mind hasn’t caught up yet, until he notices the light that filters through and his eyes shoot to hers with an apology. “’m sorry, I tried t’stay awake…” He thought he had, until she’d woken him up.
But then she’s saying that she has to go and find Jack and Milo pauses to catch his breath, hands rising to cup her smoke stained ones, wrapping around her wrist to keep her tethered to him. “’fore ya go can y’tell me what… Happened? Before the Slagveld?” He asks. “Why y’look different ‘n yer Attuned now… And…” He’s still groggy and his thoughts don’t quite slip from him in the way he wishes they would.
It’d been a long night, after all.
But he lets her climb all over him, settling where she chooses to, and the smuggler does his damnedest to try and stay awake, to keep watch. He makes it a few hours until the silence and the pitter pattering of sounds lull him away into a light sleep.
It’s a bit deeper than he anticipates, given that she slips from his arms and lap easily and Milo does nothing but hum quietly in his sleep, fingers twitching from fur where she had just been. But she runs her fingertips along the side of his cheek and Milo wakes with a surprising jolt, sucking down a breath before he looks and finds Aurelia in what appears to be slightly better spirits, cupping his face. “Mmnn… ‘kay?” His mind hasn’t caught up yet, until he notices the light that filters through and his eyes shoot to hers with an apology. “’m sorry, I tried t’stay awake…” He thought he had, until she’d woken him up.
But then she’s saying that she has to go and find Jack and Milo pauses to catch his breath, hands rising to cup her smoke stained ones, wrapping around her wrist to keep her tethered to him. “’fore ya go can y’tell me what… Happened? Before the Slagveld?” He asks. “Why y’look different ‘n yer Attuned now… And…” He’s still groggy and his thoughts don’t quite slip from him in the way he wishes they would.
It’d been a long night, after all.
bar the door, please don't let them in
MILO
