#milo-james-thatch

[beavforts]

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓: The night of October 11th 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: Gaston’s Tavern 𝖜𝖍𝖔: @milo-james-thatch

Cain’s eyes are trained on the green felt and he leans on the cue that’s resting on his foot. “How is this fun? Mundies need to raise their standards.” Even to Cain who was damned to spend eternity as a beast with only the company of his enchanted castle couldn’t see the thrill of hitting some balls into holes. There was nothing satisfying about the sound the phenolic resin made upon impact - there was no destructive aftermath he could even pretend to relish in. He figures if he humors Milo, he should at least have some fun and makes a mental note to pay more attention even after the word bar. 

That’s when an idea comes to him. “Okay, Meeko. Let’s make this interesting. For every single ball you sink, the other takes a shot. If more than one sinks in a turn, the other buys the next round. Then whoever sinks the eight ball has to be the other’s ‘personal assistant’ for the next week,” Cain circles the table as he lists the rules. His confidence grows with each step. “What do you say? Or are you too scared to put a little wager on a harmless game?”

[fxirytalebound]

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now. (for meg)

[ TEXT → MILO ]: Want me to get ya some flowers or what?-- there’s a pause for twenty minutes before she sends another text --[ TEXT → MILO ]: Ok, tell me what happened and if you need me to ‘fix’ this.  

[gretelmartinez]

( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?

[ sent ] gretel → milo james thatch: oh um[ sent ] gretel → milo james thatch: hot chocolate with marshmallows for the small things[ sent ] gretel → milo james thatch: red wine for the bigger ones[ sent ] gretel → milo james thatch: why?[ unsent ] gretel → milo james thatch: are you okay?

[gretelmartinez]

❝ I’m sorry that I’m like this. ❞

Snorting, Gretel shook her head and looked down at the ground. She couldn’t look him in the eye. She felt so embarrassed over how she felt, and absolutely hated it. Whilst her feelings for Milo weren’t as strong as they used to be, they were still there, and the girl wanted nothing more than for them to go away. Still, she couldn’t just avoid him forever, could she? He was her friend, first and foremost, and she missed him. That didn’t make it any easier to deal with, though. It was hard to know that the way you felt about someone, especially when you felt it so strongly, wasn’t reciprocated. That wasn’t Milo’s fault, though, and Gretel despised the fact that he seemed to feel like it was. Finally, she sighed, and looked up at the man standing in front over, arms still crossed over her chest.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Milo.”

[ellabellamy-blog]

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

She couldn’t stop laughing, and apparently, neither could he. The two were far more intoxicated than was good for their health, and alone in Ella’s apartment, they had been giving each other hickeys back and forth for about an hour now. The logic behind it was pretty much absent, but considering the alcohol flowing in their veins, that didn’t matter much to either of them. Lips pressed against Milo’s collarbone, Ella sucks at the skin before bursting into more laughter once again and letting her forehead rest against Milo’s shoulder. “What the fuck are we doing?”

[megaragalanis]

[text]: I overheard what you said. I didn't know that's what you thought of me.

[ TEXT → MILO ]: I thought you were one I could actually learn from.[ TEXT → MILO ]: After all I want to fully understand the human psyche and right now?[ TEXT → MILO ]: Pretty sure Holden taught me more about humankind than anyone else ever could. Sorry to disappoint you. Not falling for that “he is just misunderstood” crap.

[scoutwilson-blog]

slurred words <3

She can’t help it, rolls her eyes immediately at the mention of Milo Thatch. It’s not something that she can control, she finds, not anymore, not when there’s brandy coloring her world amber and and making everything seem harsher than it really is. Or maybe she’s shedding rose-colored glasses–either way, she rolls her eyes; either way, she’s callous. “What a bore,” she says, shaking her head and sighing, lifting the nearly empty glass to her lips as she stands up. “I mean, you can love books without being…” she makes a gesture like she’s trying to sum something up with her hands, but it comes off clumsy and all she can say it “like that.” She’s breathing heavily, staring into the bottom of her glass now. “Fabletown is going to chew him up and spit him back out if he’s not careful.” She lifts the glass to her lips and downs the rest of it in a single sip. There’s half a pause before she goes on, and it weighs on her more than she’ll admit when she’s sober later. “I hope he’s careful.” 

[ellabellamy-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

[ sent ] ella → milo james thatch: that you’re a very kind and intelligent person[ sent ] ella → milo james thatch: you didn’t make me feel stupid, even though you clearly know more than i do.[ sent ] ella → milo james thatch: i appreciated that. i still do. <3