MILO
“Okay.” He says quickly, not fully understanding, but not in a position to try and deny her. If that’s what she wants, he’s honored to be the one she’s picked for such a task. It gives him a reason to continue to try and improve his magic, at least. So he tucks her in close against his chest, arms winding their way around her gently, almost delicately, as if he might break her apart if he squeezes too tightly. He doesn’t though, and he knows just how strong she is.
Still, he can’t stop himself from doing it.
She pulls his shirt up, tsking him and he offers her a brighter smile – fully willing to throw himself into the humor she attempts, because it’s an improvement from picking up her pieces. “Mm, no, not at all.” He says with a shake of his head, but helps her slip his shirt off. He watches it idly as she tosses it into the heap of the rest of the clothes, and as she checks the temperature, he works on his pants and the rest of his clothes.
It’s fairly swift in comparison, and soon the smuggler’s stepping in behind Aurelia, hands snaking back around her, wrapping around her hips and she invites him in, letting the water run over bronze and slightly sunburned skin, dampening his red hair into liquid copper. “Y’know…” He pauses, nuzzling his face in to press a kiss to her cheeks, each individually, before he nuzzles his nose against her own and presses their foreheads together. “Th’new face is gonna take m’sometime t’get used to, but… Yer still beautiful, ‘Relia. Still everythin’ I ever wanted.”
Still, he can’t stop himself from doing it.
She pulls his shirt up, tsking him and he offers her a brighter smile – fully willing to throw himself into the humor she attempts, because it’s an improvement from picking up her pieces. “Mm, no, not at all.” He says with a shake of his head, but helps her slip his shirt off. He watches it idly as she tosses it into the heap of the rest of the clothes, and as she checks the temperature, he works on his pants and the rest of his clothes.
It’s fairly swift in comparison, and soon the smuggler’s stepping in behind Aurelia, hands snaking back around her, wrapping around her hips and she invites him in, letting the water run over bronze and slightly sunburned skin, dampening his red hair into liquid copper. “Y’know…” He pauses, nuzzling his face in to press a kiss to her cheeks, each individually, before he nuzzles his nose against her own and presses their foreheads together. “Th’new face is gonna take m’sometime t’get used to, but… Yer still beautiful, ‘Relia. Still everythin’ I ever wanted.”
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
