last couple of months kinda been a disaster
He practically listens on the edge of his seat, eyes wide as he stares at Melita and waits for the next tidbit of information to reveal itself. Kisamoa, not who he seems, something that Milo imagines he can relate to given the turn of events in Torchline once the portals opened up. It had all been a lot to deal with, and even so at least they hadn’t brought total destruction to his rebellious town.
So he watches as she draws out the name in the sand, then watches as she remakes it – the anagram of the god’s name to reveal what it was he’d brought to them. He’s hanging onto her every word, imagining the story as it unfolds. He frowns as she mentions that Kaos had gone and slain those that dared him, but his gaze snaps back to her face with a raise of a red brow. “What kinda ghosts?” He prompts softly.
So he watches as she draws out the name in the sand, then watches as she remakes it – the anagram of the god’s name to reveal what it was he’d brought to them. He’s hanging onto her every word, imagining the story as it unfolds. He frowns as she mentions that Kaos had gone and slain those that dared him, but his gaze snaps back to her face with a raise of a red brow. “What kinda ghosts?” He prompts softly.
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
sorry, i had to move to alaska
MILO
