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tessa tries to smile but it’s more-so a grimace, an expression that she’s sure betrays her mistrust. “somethin’ like that.” his logic is sound but she can’t quite bring herself to let her guard down just yet. she knows who he is, and the head medic would surely be let off the hook faster than a lowly farmer like her, that fact doesn’t escape her in spite of his friendly demeanor. still, something keeps her. “not exactly quiet with all the howling and stuff we hear out there. i think it’s kinda interesting, though. you’ve gotta wonder how this all came to be.” she’s probing, seeing if he knows something she doesn’t about this new place they call home. it’s a long shot, and this planet is most likely just as much of a mystery to milo as it is to everyone else, but he’s somewhat of a higher up so she figures it doesn’t hurt to try.
❛ FOR NOW , WE JUST CALL IT AMBIANCE ❜ a hand brushes through his hair and he’s left with the thought of said howling , chin lifting to look in the direction of the very sound as it pierced through the air . ❛ if you close your eyes and pretend it’s like one of those whale singing tapes people use for … yoga or whatever , i don’t know ---- i had a college roommate who was obsessed . claimed it cleared his inner demons ❜ like that would work . regardless , he left the bitterness aside and took in an elongated breath of air , the following probe spiking an interesting thought process that takes a moment of consideration , ❛ i think that depends on who you ask , the educated side of me that believes in the science would say something of a big bang like our own solar system --- ❜ two fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he thinks to the other option , ❛ but if you ask my father he would say that god wanted a safe haven for the believers , so he gave us … well , this . now granted that’s a man who also thought that it was god’s will we all go down with earth’s failure so … ❜
A BITTER TASTE WASHES OVER HIS TONGUE as he pulls the drink away from his lips . head shaking and features scrunched he places the cup back down on the counter before training his features . after all , it didn’t do anyone any good to insult something that someone else made , right ? he’s too kind for his own good and he knows it . ❛ don’t uh … if you’re going to try that , you may want to pinch your nose ----- it’s probably worse than drinking straight coffee grounds . ❜
wandering isn’t anything new to tessa. she’s been doing it her entire life, pushing the limits of where she can and can’t go. it only makes sense that she carries that with her to eden. there’s so much out there past the walls, so much they don’t know about. her hand grazes the wall that separates them from what’s outside as she contemplates running, as if it’s even an option. the sun is slowly setting and everyone has pretty much gone in for the night, so the sound of footsteps are enough to bring her out of her reverie and she looks up abruptly. “i —” words catch in her throat, like they always do when she’s nervous. tessa tries hard to put up a tough front, but the truth is, she doesn’t trust this person not to rat her out for being so far from her cabin just before curfew. “i was just about to go back.”
IN A WORLD WHERE EVERYONE was forced into such a tight enclosure --- peace was something of a rare possibility . it was while he was on his way back from checking on a sick patient in the medical area and allowed himself to stroll further from the cabins that he’d spotted tessa . at first , he goes to say nothing , keep his head down and maybe he could go unnoticed . internally , however , a sigh was felt in his chest the moment she spoke . some excuse that brought a thin lipped smile to his lips before shrugging nonchalantly . ❛ secret’s safe with me ❜ a promise, he’ll keep it . ❛ can’t exactly say anything anyway . they’ll ask me how i knew you were out here . ------ you uh , taking in the quiet ? ❜
milo’s gentle voice struck a deep chord of discomfort within her chest. a deep hollowness wrenched itself from her breastbone, baring her anxiety like an exhibitionist’s wet dream. the silver cross around his neck glinted in the sunlight like a reminder. a memory of lips on his neck and fingers brushing aside the cool metal chain sparked a blush. manon turned away hands running through her hair. she snorted, disbelieving. “cut the crap, what is it?”
HOSTILITY SHOULD BE NO SURPRISE , he supposed and yet there he stood like a deer in headlights for a brief moment as if it would magically make the sharpness in her tone shift. ❛ alright then miss hostility ❜ a huff , his head shakes and it’s slow before he tacks on ❛ hate to break it to you , but that was really all i wanted . ❜
Heather sighed as she entered the area of the ‘patient’, who she got pushed on to help by another medic to finish the job. She had another person to help, but this was part of the job, getting pulled every which way and hoping for the best. “It’s just some pain killers, I was told you need to take them.“ Heather said as she held her hand out with a small cup filled with two pills, giving them a light shake to urge the other on.
HE LINGERS A SMALL DISTANCE AWAY , arms folded across his chest while watching the interaction between heather and the patient . there’s uncertainty as to why she seems so distant from the other , but once the patient takes the painkillers he waits until they walk away to clear his throat ❛ someone sure looks thrilled to be a pill dispensary . ❜ a poor choice of a joke , yes , but it’s one he makes in a somewhat lighthearted tone . ❛ busy day ? ❜
“with her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean.” angel of small death and the codeine scene, hozier.
the soft skin of her abdomen seemed to grow less supple under her touch with every passing day. she traced the rigid line of her ribs knuckles catching on each dip between them. she pulled her shirt back over her head and turned to face milo as he entered the room. something like smugness covered her face, it bounced between a sick satisfaction and apathetic acceptance. “if you’re here for round two then i’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” she said. @cfdeliverance
THE TRUTH WAS ---- HE WAS UNCERTAIN as to why he’d walked in , in the first place . to put plainly something was ( as his father would say ) a muck and it crossed over his skin like an uncomfortable resting face upon a radiator . perhaps he was too sensitive to others and after all he owed her nothing beyond the simple politeness on would to anyone in passing fraternization . yet there they stood . ❛ actually ------ ❜ he’s tentative in the words he chooses , an attempt at a soft expression on his face that is legitimate for all intent and purposes , ❛ i was just seeing how you were doing , is all . ❜
here’s p. with another garbage son ( you’ll get used to it , i swear ? ) anywho ---- here’s milo walsh .
( SEBASTIAN STAN + HE/HIM + CISMALE. ) — welcome to your new home, MILO WALSH. your data shows that you are currently a THIRTY SEVEN year old CANCER. we’ve had a peek into your personal history and it seems you are EMPATHETIC + INTELLIGENT and also STUBBORN + RECKLESS, but you won’t be too much trouble for us, will you ? you have been assigned to be a HEAD MEDIC in camp and will be living in CABIN THREE
⇛ BACKGROUND !!
born and raised a preacher’s son , milo was taught from a young age that when the world were to end , it was GOD’S WILL and there was nothing to do beyond accept that fact . it wasn’t until he was sixteen years old that he’d started to realize he didn’t quite agree with that fact , though that was something he opted to hide from his family .
it was at that time devastation was beginning to become clear across the world and milo’s father did nothing beyond gather his followers in a cult like fashion and tell them ti pray .
with that in the back of his pocket , milo left his family compound the day after he graduated high school , deciding he wanted to go into a field that his father would frown upon --- medicine , because helping people as the world got bad sounded like a better option rather than sitting on his ass and praying .
speed up a bit , milo graduated from med school in the top ten of his class and was accepted into a prestigious hospital where he would begin his rotation ---- eventually beginning his focus on surgery where he seemingly excelled.
fast forward once more to the drawing . devastated in a sense , with so many patients left in wait ---- milo boarded the ship with the intention of simply being there to help where needed . the crash ? prompted his skills and he was soon thrust into his skillset once again by saving the lives of those that made it .
impressed with his work , he was soon promoted to head medic by the council .
⇛ PERSONALITY !!
milo is a troubled god fearing man who hears the sound of his father’s voice warning him that the world will end no matter what --- simply because god wills it that way .
kind hearted by nature , he longs to help those in need and can be seen as a bit of a worrywart .
unlike many doctors in his field , milo is known for his bedside manner , a kind smile could go a long way , whether it is in the face of horrific news or not .
even though he stepped away from his father’s upbringing / religion , he is still a religious man and questions their place on eden often .
⇛ APPEARANCE !!
milo stands at about 6′1 , but has a bit of a slouch from being hovered over patients for long periods of time.
very obvious bright blue eyes and he usually wears glasses
wears a bit of a scruffy beard now, but keeps it maintained well enough
has a silver cross that he wears underneath his shirt and never parts with .
⇛ WANTED CONNECTIONS !!
co workers of sorts.
old friends
flings , exes , current hook ups perhaps something more who knows !
really anything , he’s really malleable right now and i’ll add stuff as i go on but it’s 230 in the morning and i’m tired . tbh i want drama and angst for him so like , give it to me, somehow .
