sol. [ the word sounds punched out of him. milo stares at vikram once he steps into view, seemingly unfussed on his meandering path to the front desk. ]
i’m here for you. [ the realization dawns on him as it tumbles out of his mouth, a sharp, nagging fragment of a thought that lodges firmly into his foggy head. he’s been looking for him: apollo, his fellow olympian, missing in action. here. his hand reaches for the one toying with his suit, clutching at vik’s fingers because he’s warm and solid even through his gloves and milo’s been so unmoored throughout this hopeless search. he finally has something to hold onto.
he lets out a breath that shutters out of his chest, a wispy sound on the verge of another. ignoring the warning notifications about his vitals, milo retracts his helmet into the rest of his suit to get a good look at him. it’s been ages since he’s seen those warm brown eyes, the loose curls in his hair. and it’s been even longer since he’s gotten to see vikram like this, less like the end of a knot that’s been completely frayed.
between them milo probably looks worse for wear, sallow bags underneath his eyes. stubble lines his face. his brows twitch together in confusion. ]
lost in– what are you talking about? [ unfortunate that milo’s version of the nineties is off by a few millennia. ] it’s me, milo. demeter. we’re– [ although even he begins to sound uncertain, eyes darting about vikram’s features in search of any recognition there. his touch skirts down vikram’s forearm to grasp him closer to his elbow. ] what are you doing here?
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i’m here for you. [ the realization dawns on him as it tumbles out of his mouth, a sharp, nagging fragment of a thought that lodges firmly into his foggy head. he’s been looking for him: apollo, his fellow olympian, missing in action. here. his hand reaches for the one toying with his suit, clutching at vik’s fingers because he’s warm and solid even through his gloves and milo’s been so unmoored throughout this hopeless search. he finally has something to hold onto.
he lets out a breath that shutters out of his chest, a wispy sound on the verge of another. ignoring the warning notifications about his vitals, milo retracts his helmet into the rest of his suit to get a good look at him. it’s been ages since he’s seen those warm brown eyes, the loose curls in his hair. and it’s been even longer since he’s gotten to see vikram like this, less like the end of a knot that’s been completely frayed.
between them milo probably looks worse for wear, sallow bags underneath his eyes. stubble lines his face. his brows twitch together in confusion. ]
lost in– what are you talking about? [ unfortunate that milo’s version of the nineties is off by a few millennia. ] it’s me, milo. demeter. we’re– [ although even he begins to sound uncertain, eyes darting about vikram’s features in search of any recognition there. his touch skirts down vikram’s forearm to grasp him closer to his elbow. ] what are you doing here?