[ Hi guys! Just making a brief “I promise I’m not dead again” post, I chose a really bad time to come back because these past two weeks I knew I would be swamped. I’ll do my best and hopefully be able to be around more regularly soon, possibly not for another ~three weeks. Much love! -Milo ]
[ So, for old times sake, changed my icon - this is the first one I ever used! ]
Ariel wasn’t taken a back by his kiss. In all actuality, it felt natural; perhaps the way it should have always been. The times that Milo had been for her in the past, she had imagined herself kissing him, wondering what it would be like — if there would ever be a time that she’d ever find out. And now that he was kissing her again, she was glad that she had tried. She leaned into the kiss, letting her fingers trail up to his shoulders, holding onto him and his shirt. When he pulled away and explained he had been away, and that he wouldn’t do it ever again, Ariel could only glance up at him.
She didn’t want to know another time without him. She didn’t want to watch him walk away into the streets, and forever long for the face she’d never see.
"I’m happy that you’re here Milo." She confessed softly. "I’m happy that you’re really, actually here. That. . I’m touching you and this isn’t a dream." She was glad when he pulled her in towards him for a hug; a long tight hug that felt almost as if he were merging the two of them together.
"I love you so much…" She heard him murmur. She looked up at him and smiled, biting her bottom lip for a brief moment.
"I love you too, Milo. I. . I always have."
He smiled a bright, genuine smile that broke through the weariness in his face, his eyes that were dim with hardship sparking to life again. “R-Really? Ariel, I… all this time I didn’t, I couldn’t…. I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you before. And then- then I had to go away, and I thought I never would get to say it.” He drew slightly distant with thought, the momentary glow receding to again show the wear Milo had gone through. “And I still have a lot to tell you…” He murmured, his eyes downcast. He took a breath and squeezed her gently. “Come on. Let’s, um… go somewhere we can talk.”He smiled softly at her and kissed her cheek, then released all except her hand so they could walk side-by-side. “I moved. Not far, but the place is smaller… even though I thought I couldn’t go any smaller than I had.” He laughed sheepishly. “I don’t- I don’t mind, though. I needed a-a cheaper place and it’s just me, so…”
This is exactly what she had wanted. Milo. Him. His smiles. His laugh. His hugs. His arms. Him. Milo.
"I can’t believe you’re here! You’ve been gone.. I thought.. I never thought I’d see you again. I hoped. I wished. But I .. I wasn’t sure." She felt his arms, his lips, his wonderful presence.
She paused, looking at him; her eyes connecting with his. She didn’t want to look away, or blink, or let go.
"You won’t go away.. will you? Where were you? What.. where did you go?" She touched his cheek, her fingers brushing along his jaw, keeping her gaze locked with his.
"We both must have much to speak of.. this year.." She shook her head and looked down, and then bit her lip. She looked up at him, underneath her red bangs and smiled again.
"You kissed me… "
He listened, not sure what to say back, not sure how to explain everything humming through his head. He just smiled at her and let her speak as his eyes took in her face. Her brightness, her gentle skin, her colours, her live eyes looking into his, the comfort of having her close and warm. Everything about her was familiarity and sweetness, all their time together came back to him as he stood there with nothing else taking his attention from her.
"W-Well… you kissed me first…" He found himself saying back, making him laugh bashfully and cast his eyes down a second. He paused, and then leaned in again, kissing her more softly. "But- yes, I… I did." He smiled warmly at her, blushing. "I- I know, I have a lot to tell you, I… but I won’t go away again. I don’t want to do that ever again." He shook his head. "I’m here now. I’m here with you, and I… I’m just so happy to see you, Ariel." He pulled her against him in a tight hug, squeezing his arms around her waist and back. "I love you so much…"
YASSSSS PERFECT !!!! PERFECT !!!! <3333
YOU’RE THE SWEETEST THANK YOU SO MUCH I WILL TRY TO BE AROUND AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE TO GIVE YOU ALL THE HUGS AND ALL THE MILO LOVIN ;U; <3333
blacksandslord asked: (( BOTH BRO BOTH I NEED SOME KISSI--I MEAN TALKIN. YEAH. TOTALLY ))
[ YEAH FOR SURE I’M ALWAYS NEEDING SOME MOZE KISSING I MEAN CONVERSATION YEAH ABSOLUTELY ]
blacksandslord asked: (( YA DAMN SKIPPY *slaps sticker on forehead that says property of Savvys* ))
[ *WEARS IT WITH PRIDE* WE NEED TO HAVE A GOOD PROPER TALK SOON (obviously by this I mean make out for two hours) CAN I STILL FIND YOU ON LIKE SKYPE OR TEXTING OR ]
I LIIIIIIVE HI HELLO I’M HAPPY TO BE HERE WITH YOU
ITS BEEN FOREVER OH MY GSOSOJASLKLAGAS WOWOW HELLO AND WOW
WOW IM JUST
WOW THIS IS GREAT HELLO
-SMOTHERS WITH HUGS-
I KNOW DKJFL;S’KD;FDJKSFLHS IT’S BEEN SO LONG BUT LOOK I’M HERE I DID IT I DID THE THING AND I’M BACK AND DKFJHLSD *HUGGING FOREVER* THIS IS SO GREAT SO GREAT HELLO HEY
(YES I MOST CERTAINLY INTEND IT TO BE A MUCH MORE OFTEN THING <333)
[ Hey guys remember how when I started I was a SUPER SRS RPER and I treated Milo’s everything like it was IRL cause I didn’t know how to do AUs or multi-shipping and I thought I was going to seriously hurt people if I tried to do anything different with his story and I also wanted to be very strict canonically (meaning stick to Kida and all that) so I would come off more “real” and as a result I had a lot of “SECRETS” and everything was really dramatic
(No wonder why I cringe a bit at this blog poor Milo was my guinea pig for learning how to RP. I am much better now I promise.)
That said, hi hello I’m a multi-shipper and I’m going to write all the AUs with Milo because his stories are beautiful!!!!!!
Let’s talk about Amilo (Captain Amelia x Milo, MY FIRST CROSSOVER SHIP EVER) and Milanna (Milo and Anna Hopkins, bless you Savvy for making that character) and Athenilo (Athena and Milo oh the beauty) and of course Helga and Milo goodness gracious all the emotions and then there is Ariel and Milo which wasn’t even supposed to be a thing at first but all of a sudden we were writing about them getting married and that was that
(and does anyone remember Thomas and Milo it was crackish but JEEZ. AND MILOZE. HEY BRO.)
And wow I remember I was really hurt when I kept losing Kida RPers and yeah that still is sad but I can handle it better now. Maybe one day I’ll actually find a Kida, that would be nice. I have all these AUs now but ironically I don’t have THE CANON SHIP which I stuck to so religiously before.
Anyway sorry for long posts I’m just thinking about a lot of things and feeling the need to explain them because Milo and I are literally COMPLETELY different people from when we started this together. ]
blacksandslord asked: (( *SITS ON* WHERE YOU BEEN U KNOW U NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE YOUR WIFEY ))
[ *IS SQUISHED* I’VE BEEN OUT IN THE WORLD M’SORRY HONEY PIE ILY I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT U I PROMISE I NEVER WANNA LEAVE U AGAIN ]
blacksandslord asked: (( *leans into frame* I smell a book worm ))
[ *JUMPS TEN FEET IN THE AIR AND KNOCKS A TABLE OVER* AND I SMELL MY FELLOW BOOK WORM. Moze!!!!! *tackle hugs* <33333 ]
[ EYY PRETTY LADY. Fancy seeing you here! 8D ]
SCREAMS OH MY GOD
I LIIIIIIVE HI HELLO I’M HAPPY TO BE HERE WITH YOU
It could have been the way the wind blew as Ariel left the book shop, causing her hair to blow into her eyes. It could have been the way the book shopper had shouted, “Hey you!” causing her to look over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t speaking to her. But as Ariel turned her head, it was there she saw Milo. Or it looked like him. He looked slightly different though; a soft stubble on his cheek, and he looked a little more worn into the world. He looked more settled, content. Ariel took a closer look, watching the man for a moment more. He had the same height, the same glasses, the same hair — it was Milo. It was him. Those arms that had held her and danced with her all those silent nights ago. The man who had truly perhaps loved her the best. The man who knew how to love her the best. Milo. His excitement towards her mermaid life-style, and his acceptance of every part of her world; just as he accepted her curiosity and eagerness. Milo. His name was a soft whisper on a summer’s day, a greeting; a smile. She heard another noise, causing her to jump from her dream-like thoughts, noticing that the man — Milo, was walking away from the shop. Milo. Her Milo. Her friend! Her.. She chewed her lip, quickly making a rash decision to not let him slip away — not this time. Not again. It had been a year; almost a year since she had last seen him, from a distance. And perhaps it had been more since she had last spoken to him. Would he remember her? She wasn’t sure if she could bear looking into his eyes and him not knowing her. Would he call her his little mermaid? His Ariel? Would he hold her and hug her and never let her go? If she asked him not to, would he? Would he laugh and nervously brush his fingers through his hair? Milo.
Ariel dropped her books, letting them tumble around her. Milo. She let her feet fall into step, running towards him as fast as she could. She bumped into a few shoppers, but nothing would stop her from reaching him. “Milo!” She called, breathlessly. He paused, but looked from side-to-side, and continued to walk. Ariel called again, “Milo!” This time, she watched as he paused again. She stumbled and stopped, only a few feet away from her, breathless. “Milo..”
She watched as the man turned, his eyes wide with surprise and then a small smile became a much larger smile. “Ariel..”
"Milo.." She said again with a smile. "It is you.." She didn’t hesitate. She took another step and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss against his lips.
Such a long year had passed, the kind that you look back on and scratch your head because it feels like too much time was pressed into that allotted number of days, hours, minutes. His friends had dwindled, petering off into their own corners of the world, leaving Milo confined to a box of a life he had tried to escape from. His only drive became his enthusiasm for his work. Otherwise, he had to admit, he felt lost.
He walked down the paved streets and past a store that he did a double-take on, it’s familiarity striking. He immediately remembered this place, the outings with a dear friend, the scent of old pages and the sea mingling as they sat together soaking in words. He quickly walked on before he could drown in the nostalgia, pulled by the ocean waves- but no, no, that past felt far away now, that comfort just a sighed longing.
He heard a voice, a clear, sweet voice that he would always match to a head of red hair and a happy smile. He halted, but then pressed forward again, admonishing himself for hearing things.
Then it came again, the same familiar tone, and again he stopped. It couldn’t possibly… he allowed himself to turn, and what he saw made everything stop. The improbability hardly registered. Just the joy. And her name slipped out, a name that felt so good to say aloud again to a face he had come to love so long ago.
"Ariel, I-" He said it again, but further words were lost as lips touched his and everything became the muted, rustling tones of water against a shoreline, the rushing of a strong push and pull that was animated and alive and surrounding. His arms went around her waist and he pressed into her soft lips, for once not flustered or thrown off, because this was right. And then he was laughing, smiling and laughing and buzzing and he squeezed her close and kissed her again and again, then looked at her face with eyes bright and wondering. "Ariel, it’s you, you’re… I can’t believe it, I- I didn’t know when I was going to see you again but you’re- you’re here, and I-" Everything swelled up in him, the pain of the past year, the delight in seeing her again, the adoration he had for her… and he was breathless and glowing with it, the right words evading the linguist as he looked at her and processed it all. He didn’t loosen his hold on her but colour flushed in his cheeks the more he looked at her and tried to speak.
[ Oh boy. I’ve got a lot of explaining to do with Milo’s story. Partly because I’m working with three different timelines (not counting each separate AU within each timeline) and I did explain some of it a long time ago, but now that I know much more about what I’m doing I’m going to have to do it again. (I am a much more organized RPer than I was a few years ago, believe me…)
I’ll go into detail later, but basically keep this in mind: Milo will be based either pre-Atlantis (simply set somewhere pre-movie entirely, he hasn’t met Whitmore or gone on the expedition yet), post-Atlantis with surface trips (he has gone through with the expedition, found Atlantis, and he takes on of the vehicles up to the surface for visits - just to see people or some such, without alerting the world that he’s alive), and post-Atlantis purely canonical (he remains only in Atlantis - this one doesn’t get used very much in RP for obvious reasons).
I also have different explanations as to Milo’s whereabouts (disappearance) for the past year based on each timeline. ]