MILO
He’d taken some naps here and there – but ultimately, the sleep had been restless, fitful, full of tossing and turning and trying his very best to remain alert enough in case someone came barging into the shop. He’d managed it a few times, jolting awake with the sound of people outside milling about. And he’d spent some time making some food, working on some new adjustments to the pack that he often carried, before deciding to stick with the same old same in the form of nets and how to better make them.
It was a past time, you see, one that has him alert enough to realize when Aurelia’s home, when she walks in through that door with a different face but all the same ticks, all the same tone to her voice, despite the exhaustion that lingers in her bones. And Milo finds himself half tangled in the nets, half not as he immediately disregards the very thing he was working on as soon as her hoarse voice is slipping toward him through the air.
All of his attention goes to her, Milo’s bronze gaze softening a fraction, the briefest edge of a smile that curls on his face, arms opening for her to come and give him a hug and fall apart if she needed that. “’Course ‘m awake. Had t’make sure y’came home tonight.” Because if she hadn’t, he’d be roaming the streets for that invisible attacker, waiting until he found her – praying he found her.
It was a past time, you see, one that has him alert enough to realize when Aurelia’s home, when she walks in through that door with a different face but all the same ticks, all the same tone to her voice, despite the exhaustion that lingers in her bones. And Milo finds himself half tangled in the nets, half not as he immediately disregards the very thing he was working on as soon as her hoarse voice is slipping toward him through the air.
All of his attention goes to her, Milo’s bronze gaze softening a fraction, the briefest edge of a smile that curls on his face, arms opening for her to come and give him a hug and fall apart if she needed that. “’Course ‘m awake. Had t’make sure y’came home tonight.” Because if she hadn’t, he’d be roaming the streets for that invisible attacker, waiting until he found her – praying he found her.
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be one hell of a story
this is gonna be one hell of a story
