MILO
He’s been finding things to keep himself occupied. Things that involved the Ark more times than not, and now that it flew he felt like he had a bit more to figure out – most notably, netting and the like, how to keep the boxes from flying out any portholes or off the deck. It’s different from trying to retrieve something from water than to retrieve it once it’s tumbled down into the void of the abyss below the hull of the Ark, and so he’s made it most of his priority.
Plus, it keeps him busy so his mind doesn’t continue wandering. He hasn’t been as involved in Haulani’s public affairs as much as he once had. Helping out his mother and sister here and there, wishing his brothers a lucky day at sea as they left for their fishing work. And himself? Well, it’s been lonely and quiet and he’s essentially kept to himself unless someone invites him out.
Which hasn’t happened a lot lately.
Today, though, there’s a commotion at the docks. He’d only been gone a little bit, leaving his netting and boxes off to the side from the Ark while he goes and gets more supplies – only to return to snickers and laughter, hels taking off to the sky surrounding an event of sorts that he can’t see through the crowd to notice.
Initially, frustration bubbles in his chest, the young smuggler shoving his way through to make sure someone didn’t have the audacity to steal anything – or maybe to throw off the sear cat that got into his box of things. But he doesn’t find it as he shoves through with the most annoyed look on his face, only to land on Aurelia.
His heartbeat suddenly thunders and his face softens and there’s a few whistles as the crowd starts to disperse and Milo’s every inch the image of awkward as he swallows hard and casts his gaze away from her, lowering himself down to a knee to unhook the rope from around her leg. “Relia.” He says weakly, throat stiff, words awkward and heavy as the single word – her name – slips from it.
Plus, it keeps him busy so his mind doesn’t continue wandering. He hasn’t been as involved in Haulani’s public affairs as much as he once had. Helping out his mother and sister here and there, wishing his brothers a lucky day at sea as they left for their fishing work. And himself? Well, it’s been lonely and quiet and he’s essentially kept to himself unless someone invites him out.
Which hasn’t happened a lot lately.
Today, though, there’s a commotion at the docks. He’d only been gone a little bit, leaving his netting and boxes off to the side from the Ark while he goes and gets more supplies – only to return to snickers and laughter, hels taking off to the sky surrounding an event of sorts that he can’t see through the crowd to notice.
Initially, frustration bubbles in his chest, the young smuggler shoving his way through to make sure someone didn’t have the audacity to steal anything – or maybe to throw off the sear cat that got into his box of things. But he doesn’t find it as he shoves through with the most annoyed look on his face, only to land on Aurelia.
His heartbeat suddenly thunders and his face softens and there’s a few whistles as the crowd starts to disperse and Milo’s every inch the image of awkward as he swallows hard and casts his gaze away from her, lowering himself down to a knee to unhook the rope from around her leg. “Relia.” He says weakly, throat stiff, words awkward and heavy as the single word – her name – slips from it.
there's something tragic, but almost pure
think i could love you, but i'm not sure
think i could love you, but i'm not sure
