MILO
island smiles and cardigans
these nights that we've been drinking in
these nights that we've been drinking in
Gods he shouldn’t admit how relieved he is that Fangorn appreciates the pats and the scratches, and truthfuly he’d sit there all day just to give the gourd some if he could get away with it. But he can’t, so he focuses on everything else – such as Melita’s rock haul, similar ones weighing down his pockets that he moves to withdraw, keeping within a closed fist. “True.” Milo chuckles, a crooked grin spreading across his face.
But he draws closer, inspecting the rocks she extends out – seeing the way the light shines and glimmers from each of the stones of varying colors – marbled veins of gold that spread through a few while others remain vibrant. “Ooooh.” Milo murmurs, bronze gaze lifting from her hand to her face, approval clearly written on his face. “Those’r pretty. Got plans for ‘em?” He asks briefly, before extending his hand and rolling it over, unfurling his fingers from the fist he’d made to reveal the geodes he’d found, with dark plain edges and cracked sparkling purple and pink insides.
But he draws closer, inspecting the rocks she extends out – seeing the way the light shines and glimmers from each of the stones of varying colors – marbled veins of gold that spread through a few while others remain vibrant. “Ooooh.” Milo murmurs, bronze gaze lifting from her hand to her face, approval clearly written on his face. “Those’r pretty. Got plans for ‘em?” He asks briefly, before extending his hand and rolling it over, unfurling his fingers from the fist he’d made to reveal the geodes he’d found, with dark plain edges and cracked sparkling purple and pink insides.
we're here to help you kill all of this hurt
that you've been harboring
that you've been harboring
