Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
There's so many dreams & secret I'm in all of them, which one do you like? Try and choose, I’ll take the handle away I'll grab your steering wheel and drive away
It was raining outside. The nightclub was closed momentarily as the members were scattered and were on different tasks. Haine was not the only one to give orders. She was simply the one who enjoyed observing, listening and guiding. The guiding part, however, was a little more than a simple 'I teach you watch' guidance. She was tactless in terms of providing lines and boundaries how a Rave should and should not behave.
She had her hand extended out through the window of the room. Few drops landed on her palm, tickling her with cold moist that it made her smiled. For the evening, Haine was off-duty as she wished to spend more time under roof rather than walking around the city for information. It was fun to have a walk in the city but she had done it plenty times. Now, she insisted to be left alone in the nightclub. The raindrops produced chaotic sound of ticks and tucks outside the building but she enjoyed it. Perhaps she should serve herself a cup of hot tea. The woman smiled delightfully at the thought. She murmured, "A cup of tea sounds good."
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The ground floor looked somewhat empty and peaceful in days. The dance floor appeared like tiles of jigsaw puzzle pieces with unmatched colors. The stools were placed in a neat arrangement over the counter bar on both sides, providing even more spacious for the female's sight. She liked how this look overall, less stress in mind. One hand rested on her hip, she stood with her body weight shifted on to her right leg as she scrolled her eyes throughout the compartment. Awesome. So, a cup of tea. She began walking to one of the bar, noticing a presence on the floor. Her eyes glanced aside, a slow reflex to the thought someone was here too.
It wasn't as though Milo's life had gotten more simple since the accident, but more the fact that the boy had found some level of peace in the darkness that clouded him every day. He could easily wake up and count the steps to the bathroom, he never burned himself in the shower because of so many years of practise, and he could even manage to get himself a cup of coffee without having to scald his finger in the process of trying to figure out how far from the lip of the mug we was pouring. Things had gotten easier in the year that had passed, sure, but it didn't mean that all aspects of his life were perfect. There was always going to be something in the way, he knew that.
Recently, it had been his work. Milo had been in hiding since the attack, not by any order from the top or the like, but more or less because he had been biding his time within the organization until he could get revenge on those that had attacked him. It was stupid running out by himself to spy on Wraith just so he could prove he was worth something to Rapture, and he knew that more than ever now that he had to fumble his way through life, but he still felt like he had to prove himself - though now possibly more than ever.
It was for this reason that he was roaming the streets in the rain, allowing the shower to soak him through as he thought several things over (the sound of rain hitting his umbrella tended to bother him as it clouded his ability to hear oncoming traffic and warnings, he preferred to go without it).
Rolling the edge of his cane out in front of him as a measured precaution, Milo kept a mental tally of how many steps he had taken. It had become a habit of his to count the number of steps it took for him to go from one place to another, he tried to keep a mental list of all his regular comings and goings so he wouldn't need so much help getting to and from places. The walk to Nightshade wasn't a problem any more, but he kept his cane out in front of him to warn strangers of his affliction nonetheless.
Quietly, knowing that the bar would be empty at this time and trying not to call attention to his entry, Milo let himself into the building and closed the door behind him. Although dripping from the very top of his head to the cuffs of his trousers, he removed his damp, grey trenchcoat and tucked it over his arm and then proceeded to adjust his cane to hip height so as to not scuff the floor during his entry. After sorting himself properly, he entered the main room and listened to hear any movements within the room. A sound of footsteps could be heard, at a different pace from his own, and a small smile touched the corners of his mouth. He spoke, gently so as to not alarm the other person.
"Hello... Haine?" he let out a soft breath, humoured "I hope it's you, otherwise the owner isn't going to be too happy."
THERE'S SO MANY DREAMS & SECRET I'M IN ALL OF THEM, WHICH ONE DO YOU LIKE? TRY AND CHOOSE, I’LL TAKE THE HANDLE AWAY I'LL GRAB YOUR STEERING WHEEL AND DRIVE AWAY
The vulpine never felt anywhere else was safer than in her own pack den. Ears perked up and flickered freely, picking up some sounds aside from the pouring rain outside the building. Her attention had already driven away towards the door. Did someone walk in? Haine gasped lightly and placed both her hands on her head.
Shit!
You see, Haine kept one large secret and it was about her still having a pair of ears and a furry tail. The female Regalia was very careful about not letting anyone knew about it. She was not worried about being blackmailed and whatnot. She could handle the blackmailer, even if he was from Rapture himself. What she can't handle was the tease. She had cupped the ears close with both hands and smirked. She stood still, like a deer in forest, with her pair of silvery eyes slightly widened.
"Hello... Haine?"
The voice sounded familiar. Well, too familiar in fact, like the person was someone she has already used having by her side. Slowly but still unsure, the hands dropped to her side as she peek her head up and to the side to see who was it actually. The female pretty much lived according to her hutch and her hutch was saying something. Could it be Milo? If it was true then she will more than pleased to welcome him. The man was more than just a part of Regalia. He was the brain and the great asset of the group. What made them close? It's true that they were both Regalia but that was not the reason.
"I hope it's you, otherwise the owner isn't going to be too happy."
Haine made an anime-like cat smile and answered him, "Yeah, it's me." She skid little bit and headed to him. Ah, wait. She turned back from where she came, extended one hand over the counter and grabbed out a bell. It was a lot bigger and has nasty sharp jingles compared to the ones owned by the Regalia. She put it inside her black pants pocket to minimize the horrible sound and started heading back to Milo. The jingling sound in her pocket made her presence clear by hearing especially since the feline here was not one who used eyes to see things. It was a tragic event, to be honest. Being a Regalia, it broke her heart to find out another Regalia, that is Milo, was injured badly to a point he lost his sight. You have no idea how pissed she was. She could paint half of the Crescent Moon district with crimson red blood as a warning to the culprit to watch out.
Rapture was not to be taken lightly.
The jet black haired woman approached him while expressing her surprise over the wet Milo, "Milo, don't tell me you walked here without an umbrella?" She was not sure why he would do something so drastic as this. Sometimes, she would simply shake her head when it comes to him and his thoughtless actions. Perhaps she was too repulsive to consider few reasons behind his decisions to do something, for example walking under the rain without his umbrella. She simply shrugged and backpedaled in hurry. Her voice once again, speaking, "Hold on, I'll grab a dry towel for you."
She headed for the second floor, with her feet stomped in rush and the bell in her pocket shook as she moved up the stairs. She did not bother to look through each room and simply headed in the closest door knowing each room has been provided with a towel. She grabbed one and ran down the stairs once more. Milo may have said something between the duration she was walking up and heading down the stairs. So she spontaneously asked about it, "Did you say something while I was gone?" She did not expect him said something while she was gone. The woman spread the towel, flapped it lightly to ward any dust off, folded it back and handed it to him. Knowing he can't see well, she tapped the towel on his chest lightly. "Here, dry yourself," she said and headed back to the bar counter. She hasn't forgotten her plan to enjoy warm tea under cold weather like this. It makes anyone feels great.
Oh. She looked over to her shoulder. "I'm about to prepare myself hot tea. Wanna have a cup?" She asked.
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A cup of tea sounds good.
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TAGS:milo jones OOC: Pick a choice: serious or dramatic? XP
Milo could only smile as he listened to Haine chastise him and then shuffle around the building to fetch him a towel. They had been acquaintances for a very long time, and through trials and struggles they had built up a kind of friendship amongst the rabble and rocks that were the base for Regalia. Their system was not so much brutal attacks as well planned take overs, and while Milo sat on the sidelines he had witnessed much of Haine's strength even without his sight. She was a woman that could easily be admired if she allowed, but she did not crave the attention of others. Haine's willingness to observe and gently teach from a shadowed point was something Milo had always appreciated. She was a fierce member of the Regalia, and she had never doubted Milo.
Once she returned with the towel, something Milo had picked up on through the jingling of the bell gently cushioned in her pocket, he smiled "Ah, thank you. No, I didn't say anything, I was just trying to stay still so as to not drip all over your floor. I would have used an umbrella but the traffic is dangerous enough without my being able to hear it," he lifted the towel to his head and began to dry his hair roughly, though staying careful about his ears "I'd love a cup of tea, thank you."
Milo, unlike Haine, was not one to hide his ears. They weren't something he really noticed these days, he could barely tell what direction his hair was going by touch and his ears just helped to indicate that he was listening carefully to very carefully. His tail was something he frequently forgot he had, which was odd considering the length of it and the thickness of the soft grey fur. It was only during the night when it touched his legs that he was startled into remembering it's existence.
"I hope you don't mind me dropping by," he started, tucking his cane against the crook of his elbow and reaching out to steadily find the bar between himself and Haine "I was just coming to relay some information I'd heard on the wind, I figured it would be better to bring it up even if it turned out to not be true."
Steadily pulling one of the bar stools off the counter, Milo took a seat and leaned his cane against his calf "I heard that Wraith and Synister were going to come head to head, apparently Wraith is getting tired of the crime triad and want top position without competition." Moving to tuck the towel around his shoulders, Milo put his hands on the counter with his palms outreached toward Haine in a motion of complacency. "In the case that it's true, do you think we should get involved?"
WITHOUT KNOWING I CALL YOUR NAME WHEN I SEE YOUR MY HEART TREMBLES FROM THE START I WAS ATTRACTED TO YOUR EYES IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I STARTED LIKING YOU
"In the case that it's true, do you think we should get involved?"
The question made the female hit the brake at once. Her hands stopped moving and her eyes were... her eyes glanced behind quietly at him. The male should feel grateful he could not see her reaction, for it was full of pain and desertion. Should they, he asked. The woman kept quiet and placed two porcelain-made cups on their platters. The placement made sharp cling sounds that broke the sudden grim silence around the bar. She did not answer, taking her own time to figure what she should and should not say. If she was to follow her heart she will say they will involve. Yes, Rapture will involve and aid Wraith.... because that man was one of them. But, she realized it was an impossible wish. Silvery iris slowly disappear under the eyelids as she closed her eyes. Their meeting after four years break up few night ago was nostalgic. It made Haine happy but also angry. She knew what she had done was unforgivable but this was about her heart.
Heart, huh? She thought she had thrown that troublesome desire and clump of unneeded desire long time go.
"No, Milo. We shouldn't," she answered calmly. The silence had prolonged longer than she expected and being a smart man he has always been, Milo may have noticed something was wrong. The female vulpine shook her head and explained further the reason behind her answer, "There is no need for us to involve. Let them have each other's throat. It gives us great advantage to ambush them later." Besides that, she was more concerned about the new members who were not yet used to things around here. Like a pack Alpha, she was very protective and sensitive when it comes to the charity of her kin. Rapture was the trust given by her own mother and father to her.
A trust she could never betray even if protecting it costs her life.
She picked the platter with the cup and placed it in front of Milo on the counter. Her hand reached out for a tea bag. It came with a thread tied to it so she can easily dip it in and out water later. She placed it inside a stainless steel teapot and then poured in hot water from nearby kettle. The water was poured in in a gentle rhythm, flowing in without any droplet bounced off. She dipped the tea bag using the thread few times while saying, "But alas, I am not one to make decisions. There are six of us and if others say otherwise then..." she did not finish her sentence, simply let herself drown in silence. The clear water began turning greenish indicating it was ready to be served. The female held it and poured the cup half-full. Hot vapor escaped in the air along with aromatic smell of the green tea. She poured the same amount in her cup.
To her, Milo was more than an acquaintance. His gentleness reminded her of Rika. His aura color was soft and light, neither too bright nor too attractive, just like her. They both do not radiate with power and superiority, or appear sullen with sadness despite how fate had treated them unfairly. Compassion was something Haine admitted lack of, but she was still a human, a woman. Smiling, she looked at him. "Thank you for the hard work, Milo," she gave a token of appreciation for the intel he received. She wished it was a rumor too but there was a high chance it could be true.
The rain did not seem to be surrendering any time soon. So that means, the Nightshade belonged to the both of them. Faint laughs and cheers heard from outside as a group of girls passed by. They were calling each other to hurry up, she assumed it was because they were trying to get out of the rain quickly. There was no extended roof outside the building to allow any passer-by to stop by until the rain stops. She took first sip and raised her eyes up so she could look at him, particularly his eyes that were once functional. How does it feel not to be able to see things anymore? Isn't it terrifying to be only in darkness? There is saying, blind only makes one aware of the surrounding. How aware is he to the surrounding? She leaned against the counter with one hand stretched out for his face frame.
"How long has it been since that night?" She asked softly. She was referring to the night he lost his sight. Never once Haine forgave what had happened to him. Not once she let go the thought of running her blade across the eyes of the man who did this to him. The pain he suffered, she felt it too. That was what it meant to be Rapture. They lick each other's wound and they care one another, despite they stand on their own sometimes. That's why she made up her mind to stand for him whenever she could, whenever he need her to.
Not needing Haine's thanks, Milo smiled, at least she appreciated the little things he could still do for Rapture. In the year that had passed since Milo had been so brutally wounded, the scar where they had cut his face had healed, his eyes useless but ever present. He had spent a long time trying to build his life back up and maintain his work, you know, keep himself sane while also making himself useful. Resentful wasn't a word he liked to use in explanation of his feelings toward that night and his own weakness, but he couldn't rightfully say that he liked talking about it either. So when Haine brought it up, Milo tried to keep his expression blank. He'd gotten quite good at internalizing his feelings these days.
"Almost a year," he murmured, perhaps too quietly to really hide his pain at remembering "Though it feels longer."
Lifting the cup of tea to his lips, Milo blew on the liquid cautiously out of habit. He could feel the warmth of the steam drifting across his face, gently floating over his lips and nose, he closed his eyes. Haine was odd sometimes, a little tactless but very honest, sometimes people struggled to deal with that kind of behaviour. Sometimes Milo was one of those people. "Are you pitying me, Haine?" he asked, lifting his sightless gaze up to her face "Does it unnerve you when I look at you? That I can figure you out without seeing?"
Milo raised an eyebrow at her and took a small sip of his tea, he wasn't ready to discuss his problems seriously, he couldn't just think about it like that without feeling cynical and almost put off. "I understand it's quite obvious, but why are you bringing it up now?"
WITHOUT KNOWING I CALL YOUR NAME WHEN I SEE YOUR MY HEART TREMBLES FROM THE START I WAS ATTRACTED TO YOUR EYES IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I STARTED LIKING YOU
Cute. In her mind, she pictured Milo as a wild cat who bristled his fur to scare her away but, instead, she felt his effort in trying to appear all intimating kind of a failure. Despite he has lost his sense of seeing things, he could see through living beings like no other naked eyes could. The pair of silvery eyes mesmerized his face and how he blew the hot steam from the tea. The woman chuckled.
"Perhaps." It was a sudden answer, she did not specify which one of his statements she replied to. She walked around the bar counter, one pace at a time as she continued speaking, "Knowing how well you can read me, it will be an unfortunate event if we were to deem you worthless after you lost your sight." She slid her fingers along the cold surface of the counter. Her head tilted one side to another as she walked along the space, making her way back to him, to an empty seat beside him. We here was referring to the Regalia, both the founders and the new holders of the rank. Haine often being mistaken as the found but she was not. Haine simply took her father's place with an advantage her mother was known as one tough chick back during the day Rapture and Wraith were still as one.
They were known as the unit that knew no boundary, not even law could restrain them. They were Voidless.
"But sadly, you merely see things through a window about me, Milo. You are still unable to understand me as good as you thought." She had reached by his side, leaning herself against the counter beside him and somewhat closed in for him that her shallow breathe was visible like the steam in his tea on his skin. "Or maybe I'm wrong," she chuckled in slight sense of mockery. She tilted her head onto the shoulder which the arm was placed onto the bar counter.
She muttered alluringly, "So tell me, Milo. What makes you think you have unnerved me?" She would like to know, actually, just how far this felis thought he had sunk his teeth on her.
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So tell me, Milo. What makes you think you have unnerved me?
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TAGS:milo jones OOC: lol milo, wrong thing to say. now she's literally having him between her jaws xdd
Keeping his gaze steadily on Haine as he heard her approach him from the other side of the counter, Milo would hear the gentle tinkle of her bell with each of her steps. He was used to this kind of interaction with her. This wasn't the first time he had tried to press her buttons and push the boundaries of their companionship because he was frustrated. It had happened many times since he had been blinded, a problem he was still trying to deal with.
Resentment was not something he felt when it came to Haine, he trusted her more than anyone in the Regalia, and she had almost endless patience for him when he got like this. When he was reminded of his short comings and the fact that even without people knowing he was blind, the deep scar across his nose where he had been slashed let everyone know he had been wounded. Haine was one of the few people be could trust let him act out his frustrations with himself, and to put him in his place when it was time to reign himself in and gain control.
"You know I don't mean it," he started, closing his sightless eyes for a moment and rubbing at a spot under his fringe in irritation "I think I'm just trying to hold onto what I knew before.. before that night. I don't like having to remember it."
Leaning his head on his hand, bracing himself against the bar top, Milo gave Haine an apologetic look. It shouldn't surprise anyone that they acted like this at times. The fox and the cat were both smart, sneaky creatures with troves of pride hidden under their skin. They were bound to try and nibble at one another's maws.
"My gaze unnerves everyone, why wouldn't it unnerve you?" he asked, cocking his head on his palm, the clouded whites of his pupils focussed on her face "I met a man in the grocery store the other day, he bumped into me with his cart and almost wet himself when he saw my face. I'm not intimidating Haine, I just scare people because they can't look at me."
He reached out to pick up his tea, feeling some of it slosh out over the edge and onto the saucer as his hand made contact. He frowned at his own clumsiness and hunched his shoulders forward "I don't mean to whine, I just wonder why you are different from everyone else? At least, I think you can look me in the eye."
WITHOUT KNOWING I CALL YOUR NAME WHEN I SEE YOUR MY HEART TREMBLES FROM THE START I WAS ATTRACTED TO YOUR EYES IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I STARTED LIKING YOU
Recognition. It did not matter if they were a Rapture or not, as a human being, one starved for a recognition for their doings. Either it was a good or bad recognition, it did not matter as long as they were remembered. Haine understood he was trying hard, even harder than a year ago, to make every one of the Rapture believed in his capability. He was an inch close to his success, if it was not because he was discovered and was severely punished to a point he lost his sight.
Haine was not the one who recruited him. In fact, when she met him for the first time, it was pretty obvious she and Milo were like the sky and the Earth; ever so close and yet so far from one another. The gap existed solely because she was way above his and others level, and surely he had been warned about her existence as the vulpine of the pack. She cared not more or not less for him than the rest of the members. She believed everyone should be treated equally, until the sad event took in his life. Without he knew, Haine was among those who rescued him. She was the seeker, and for the first time he had to take such stand in a rescue mission. She remembered how he looked that night, it boil her blood with flame of rage that if she ever found who did this to him, she would make their death slow but painful to a point they would beg for her to end their life but she ignore it. Assaulting a Rave was like a declaration of war with Rapture. While others began to shed their believe on him, Haine watched him from distant and out of curious, she approached the felis for the first time and that was few months ago. Now, she believed they were both standing as equal. She accepted no foul comment about Milo, for he was a Regalia and talking craps about Regalia was an act of betrayal. She does not tolerate betrayals, that's for sure.
Haine tilted her head as she listened patiently to him. Her eyes gazed over his face, which coated an emotionless expression with an exasperation emotion beneath it. The woman curved a gentle, motherly-like, smile, not that he could see it. It was pure and genuine; a smile that was rarely showed by the female. Her hands crossed one another over her lower chest as she waited for him to let out everything. Yes, she would not mind to hear his whines, because whining from Milo sounded like cat's meows in her mind. He has learnt to control his frustration around her perfectly, that his vents were not irritating for the female to hear. If other members tried to do the same like what Milo was doing right now, They might have black daggers flying right at them. She can't stand noises.
She was ready to retreat when the younger Regalia asked her a question of wonder. She looked at him calmly. She shifted her body, pushing herself away from the counter with the bell in her pocket jingled gently due to her sudden movement. Haine placed her hand on his face, tracing her warm index finger along the frame and when she reached the bottom of his chin, she tapped it upward so she could look directly into the silver eyes. "To many whys from you. Are you trying to be a spoil child now, Milo?" She spoke calmly. Her voice displayed no form of annoyance but, instead, playfulness since she actually teased him. Her silvery blue eyes were covered half-way by the lids. She pulled back her hand and let it rested beside her.
"Why, you asked?" She repeated, followed by few hollow chuckles. The woman took a place beside him and remained silent. The sound of rain drops outside the building occupied the silence that filled the air between them. "Me before that night would have been terrified by your empty gaze. Me from four years ago, would have sneered at your inability to see at people and to express emotions correctly." She said, recalling one of the few nights in her memory. Her eyes stared inside the warm green liquid and momentarily in silence. She closed her eyes, letting herself being drown in thoughts and recollections.
"Because of my feelings, I was betrayed that it shattered my world, my trust on others and my will to live. Then I realized, feelings- they are too pesky and too troublesome. I do not need such things to cloud my judgement, and I respect those who do not let their sight blinded with feelings. Broken, emotionless, inhuman; they can call me whatever they want."
She turned to him, having her jet black hair flowed to the side as she tilted her head. "I'm no different than you, Milo. It's just that I'm living the life as the legacy of my father and the Rapture. That's all. In the end, they still have to realize the fact I am more superior than them and their existence mean nothing to me," Haine said, with the last sentence sounded as if she has no regret and, in fact, was proud of herself even more than others. She believed he should feel the same too, such emotions and feeling of insecure when people could not understand him because he was different should not be the reason he should feel frustrated.
She turned back to her cup and took a sip.The sound of raining began to coagulate and slowly she found herself listened to the random ticks and tacks as the rain drops knocked on surface with different solidness and from different materials. Tar, concrete and metal; eventually it became a wild music festival of nature out there.
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In the end, they still have to realize the fact I am more superior than them and their existence mean nothing to me,
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TAGS:milo jones OOC: HE'S SOOOO CUUUTEEEE GAWD DAMNIT!!
Listening to Haine explain herself and her beliefs to him, Milo couldn't help but feel like he had insulted Haine by misjudging her completely. There would always be so much about Haine that the fox would never allow people to know, so much she would keep hidden from others so she could never be hurt again, especially in the ways she had been hurt before. Haine had been so strong when it had happened, barely anyone had noticed she was hurting so deeply, and those who did only knew because she let them.
Milo had only dealt with petty sadness before losing his sight, things like childhood bullying and feeling misunderstood, but none of that could ever match up to the night he'd been tortured. It could never match up with what Haine had been through. Not that it was a competition, of course, but Milo liked to be very aware of the mental states of himself and those around him, this of course meant keeping track of what the people around him were struggling with.
"You always sound so high and mighty, Fox" he smirked, breaking the tension by teasing her a little "I just can't seem to relate to those who take our organisation so lightly, if I had my sight I would be out there every day trying my hardest, just as I do without it. All of these idiots getting into unnecessary fights and provoking one another, we're only slightly better than Synister these days, with how disorderly the world is becoming."
Letting his fingers brush the warmth of the tea cup in front of him, Milo's ears brushed his hair at the back of his head, showing his discomfort with the topic of conversation. "That night was the worst night of my life, Haine" he began, shaking his head gently "I'm coping just fine, I can't complain really, but it doesn't mean that being cut and sewn over and over is something I can think about so carelessly at this point."
Looking up at the Fox as though he could see the expression on her face as vividly as always, as though he could see her silvery gaze and all the weight it held, he asked her gently "Can you think of your worst moments without aching so terribly?"
uwahh, milo would love some tea to warm his bones. <3
