MILO
He relaxes the moment he feels the shift in her, feels his words get through to her. There’s a tension to his jaw that he hadn’t realized had been there until he swallows hard, lets the sensation course through him as she runs her hands along him, smoothing over the tense lines of his muscles, the veins in his neck that are tight and sharp with all the worry over the last day or so. And he breathes out in relief, too, leaning into the touch and caress of her fingertips and the way she melts against him.
Her apology is met with silence at first, his gaze finding hers. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know whether to tell her it’s okay even though he knows it isn’t. He doesn’t know whether to say that it didn’t matter. Instead, he shakes his head lightly to her, offering her a soft smile as he leans down to press a kiss to her nose, his hands wrapping around her middle and connecting in the small of her back as he tugs her closer.
“I agreed t’this, ‘Relia. I agreed t’be with you. All th’good ‘n all th’bad.” He says instead, giving her side a soft squeeze as he takes a deep breath, tries to let it course through him. “’Sides, we can’t both be gettin’ into trouble, can we?” This is a tease, aimed at making the air lighter, even if his gaze is serious as he clears his throat and pauses to chew on his lower lip, trying to take it a bit more seriously.
And after what feels like a long few seconds, Milo speaks. “I forgive ya. ‘n I love ya. Don’ forget that.”
Her apology is met with silence at first, his gaze finding hers. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know whether to tell her it’s okay even though he knows it isn’t. He doesn’t know whether to say that it didn’t matter. Instead, he shakes his head lightly to her, offering her a soft smile as he leans down to press a kiss to her nose, his hands wrapping around her middle and connecting in the small of her back as he tugs her closer.
“I agreed t’this, ‘Relia. I agreed t’be with you. All th’good ‘n all th’bad.” He says instead, giving her side a soft squeeze as he takes a deep breath, tries to let it course through him. “’Sides, we can’t both be gettin’ into trouble, can we?” This is a tease, aimed at making the air lighter, even if his gaze is serious as he clears his throat and pauses to chew on his lower lip, trying to take it a bit more seriously.
And after what feels like a long few seconds, Milo speaks. “I forgive ya. ‘n I love ya. Don’ forget that.”
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
