MILO
She collapses into him and he wraps his arms tighter around her, as if he held on tight enough that he might be able to be the glue that kept her pieces together. That was what he was good at, consoling and understanding, because even if he hadn’t had a big life of crazy huge things, he did have a life of getting into trouble and getting out of it.
He only withdraws when her head lifts, when that seafoam gaze finds his, searching for something but he doesn’t know what. He tries to give her all the soft edges he can, all the cushions and pillows within him that she might be able to fall onto with all her hard, sharp, jagged pieces where she won’t hurt him.
Brows pinch together, the smuggler nibbling at his lower lip, head tilting slightly as he nods. “Sounds messy.” He murmurs softly, trailing off as she continues and her gaze slips from him and his arms draw her tighter into his chest. “What else could y’ve done, ‘Relia?” He prods gently. “Realistically.” Because he knows she’d say all these outlandish things that simply weren’t feasible.
“Y’couldn’t have kept it from happenin’ in the first place. Couldn’t have known what was goin’ on. Couldn’t have fought back more… Y’would’ve died.” It’s nearly a whisper. “Y’did what y’could. I think that’s somethin’ worth bein’ proud of.”
He only withdraws when her head lifts, when that seafoam gaze finds his, searching for something but he doesn’t know what. He tries to give her all the soft edges he can, all the cushions and pillows within him that she might be able to fall onto with all her hard, sharp, jagged pieces where she won’t hurt him.
Brows pinch together, the smuggler nibbling at his lower lip, head tilting slightly as he nods. “Sounds messy.” He murmurs softly, trailing off as she continues and her gaze slips from him and his arms draw her tighter into his chest. “What else could y’ve done, ‘Relia?” He prods gently. “Realistically.” Because he knows she’d say all these outlandish things that simply weren’t feasible.
“Y’couldn’t have kept it from happenin’ in the first place. Couldn’t have known what was goin’ on. Couldn’t have fought back more… Y’would’ve died.” It’s nearly a whisper. “Y’did what y’could. I think that’s somethin’ worth bein’ proud of.”
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
