#int. milo

[berniecho]

closed starter for milo wray ( @milo-wray ) -> driftwood coffee

"I know I said I would take Penny on Halloween but I have to drop her back off after trick-or-treating. I can send Sasha a check later if you aren't around to watch her but it has to be at your house." Bernie's tone is light but no-nonsense. Post-separation, it's the only way she's found she can talk to Milo - like they're strangers. "Sorry. Seafoam business."

[bcekjj]

@milobk​ dijo  “ menos mal que estás bien. ”

“ ¿estabas preocupado por mí? ” socarrona sonrisa se extiende a través de verdaderos pensamientos masculinos. relame inferior mientras avellanas inspeccionan indicio de heridas, pequeño suspiro de alivio se le escapa al ver que aparentemente todo está bien con contraparte “ me alegra que también lo estés... ¿o necesitas que sea tu enfermero? ” broma se instala en entonación, manera de hacer pasajero el momento.

[winniegrant]

closed starter for milo wray ( @milo-wray ) -> the pantry

For many, being sober means finding yourself. Winnie is no different. Alcohol turned her into some sort of mangled creature - a version of herself completely unrecognizable to those who might've known her at her youngest and purest. Unfortunately, alcohol did all of that changing at a very, very young age; her brain never had the chance to form without influences, which meant that when she did finally let go of the bottle, she had to do a whole new kind of soul-searching. She had to completely reinvent herself - starting over without any of the freedom or levity of youth.

Doing that in a small town where every corner turned meant more opportunities to run into the ghosts of her past? Torturous, to say the least.

It isn't embarrassing to be sober. This is something Winnie tells herself every day, still, even after a decade of recovery. Unfortunately she'll have to keep telling herself this, likely forever, because as of now she still doesn't believe it. It is something she tells herself right now, here in the boxed soup and canned bean aisle, because standing in front of the various broths (and looking incredibly confused) is a ghost she's been avoiding for... well. A very, very long time.

"Milo," Winnie says - unthinking. An impulse she couldn't swallow even if she tried. She's seen him around, of course, though always at a distance where she could dip into the throng of people and disappear. Now, though, it's just them, and the broths, and the muzak that plays through the tinny speakers at 8:30pm on a Tuesday.

"Wow. Shit, sorry. It's been a long time. It's been... Yeah, wow, a long time."

[bcekjj]

@milobk dijo “ ¿nos escapamos a la playa? ”

sonrisa de complicidad se extiende con lentitud en carnosos a medida que va bajando el vaso corto con líquido color ámbar “ ¿te apetece una caminata bajo la luna o que nos metamos al mar? ” molesta; sabe que herida en el pie le imposibilita un poco algunas actividades. “ anda vamos ” pasó brazo contrario sobre hombros propios y toma al más grande por la cintura para que sea usado como muleta, de aquella forma puede ayudarle a llegar hasta donde ha planeado “ ¿cuánto tiempo más tienes que traer eso? ” señala con un suave movimiento la pieza de yeso “ aún tengo por ahí mi traje de enfermero ” suelta bromista una vez que llegan hasta la arena, el agua marina roza la superficie. se despega momentáneamente del musculoso para acomodar dos camastros cerquita uno del otro y contrario descanse extremidad.

[bcekjj]

starter privado * / milo.

se rehusaba a ceder, lo que menos quería era entablar conversación con aquellos a quienes no conocía, más aún porque eran meses los que restaban para finalmente liberarse de estudios extras que se obligó estudiar. sale del salón asignado en busca de mayor privacidad al final adentrándose a otro que no estaba precisamente despejado como era plan inicial, sin embargo presencia de segundo no pareció generar molesta alguna “ ¿te estás escondiendo de alguien? ” inquiere mientras sus pasos acortan distancia. @milobk