you can follow me // milo & adeline
A slight smile lingered on Milo’s lips whilst listening to the Princess’ advice, still standing a few steps away from her without relaxing his posture, since, despite of the casual conversation they were exchanging, he was still on duty. “I beg your pardon, but that’s not what I meant, Adeline.” He absentmindedly called her by her name, resting his gaze on her silhouette. “I don’t want the fame nor the wealth. My connection with my father got me to stand here tonight, but I’m not willing to take anything else apart from the experience out of this. My plans on the long run are the complete opposite, so I don’t think you need to be so skeptical about my intentions. Furthermore, I’m sorry to inform you, but people can take away from you even when you have nothing, so that’s nothing exclusive for you or everyone else in this building. I appreciate the warning, though. Might be the first time you refer to me as an actual human being.” The last sentence yet again passed by his lips unnoticeably, sarcasm threaded by the words that were slurred more for Milo himself to hear. The whistling wind and Clementine stepping into the scene definitely muffled his last saying though, the blonde staggering towards Adeline with one hand holding a champagne-filled glass identical to the Princess’ empty one and the other resting on the brunette’s shoulder.
“Can you believe Charles Gladstone had the audacity of flirting with me almost right after that episode with Nathaniel? And what was that all about anyway? I thought Nate was always so nice to you and all of a sudden he just offends you in front of everyone?”, the blonde blurted out, Milo simply observing their interaction by now.
Adeline let out a scoff, frowning slightly. “That’s a bit presumptuous,” she snapped. “It’s M’am to you, Mr. Khalid.” She was undoubtedly irritated by Milo’s choice of address, but she was also slightly endeared to his boldness. It was refreshing in such a sycophantic world. “Please forgive me if I find that hard to believe,” Adeline muttered, rolling her eyes as she spoke. “I know you think you’re above all of this; that you’re not as materialistic as to want it, but I’ve met a thousand people just like you. They all turn out the same, and I see no reason why you would be any different.” She scoffed, looking Milo up and down once. “But please, be my guest - prove me wrong.” Just as Adeline was about to pull Milo up on his last remark, Clementine stumbled onto the balcony, precariously balanced in sky-high heels.
Reaching out to remove the glass from Clementine's grasp, Addie wrapped her hands around the blonde’s forearm to steady her, clearly struggling to keep them both upright. Fury flashed across her face momentarily at the words Clementine spoke. “What?” She demanded, her voice strangled, feeling an indescribable sense of discomfort crawl slowly over her. She felt almost betrayed - not by Charlie, she didn’t even like him that much - but by herself for being so naive. Clementine picked up on Adeline’s emotions immediately, shaking her head slightly in dismissal as she swayed. “Nothing, nothing. Just another guy thinking with his dick.” She said, firmly, then looked expectantly at Adeline to explain further about her ex. Adeline pursed her lips slightly. “Nate’s a good guy, he really is. It’s just…” She sighed, frustrated, glancing quickly at Milo, not wanting to give him any kind of satisfaction. “He gets jealous; feels threatened. Especially when he’s had a bit too much to drink. You know him, Clemmie, he can be so insecure.” Adeline’s gaze flickered back to Milo for a second, before returning to Clementine. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed, darling. And I think it’s time I left.” Clementine began to object, but Adeline ignored her. “Help me get her upstairs and then call the helicopter?” She asked, without ever making eye contact with Milo.











