MILO
“Makes sense.” He comments softly, smiling despite himself, the soft edges curling his lips with a gentleness that glimmers in the bronze of his eyes. “’m not you. I get t’see all th’good in you even when y’can’t see it yerself.” He murmurs, reaching to tug her closer to him. She continues to speak, though, and his attention is entirely glued to everything she has to say – the way it opens her up in ways he isn’t used to, but is willing to try and piece back together, to be the glue required.
There’s a low hum as he slips his hands out of hers, wrapping around her to draw her into his warmth, to press his face into the crown of her wet hair. “Is there anyway y’can try t’let the pain go? Any way t’try ‘n figure out a new path? S’not like yer forgettin’ it. Yer in a new world, a new land, y’deserve t’try and have a new life. There’s no shame in that.” He murmurs into her hair, hands roaming down her spine to lock at the small of her back.
There’s a low hum as he slips his hands out of hers, wrapping around her to draw her into his warmth, to press his face into the crown of her wet hair. “Is there anyway y’can try t’let the pain go? Any way t’try ‘n figure out a new path? S’not like yer forgettin’ it. Yer in a new world, a new land, y’deserve t’try and have a new life. There’s no shame in that.” He murmurs into her hair, hands roaming down her spine to lock at the small of her back.
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
