ooc: Milo <3
Today at work was just rough. I saw your text though! And I wanted to reply to you. I was just so busy <3
A Milo Hug would certainly do the trick. And that trip to Disney World. So we could go to Prince Eric’s castle *cough*Imeanyourcastle ;)
[ Arieeeeel <3 coughyeswemustgotomycastle and hug forever. IT’S OPENNNNN NOW TOO it opened in December! I wonder if we could seriously plan a trip, oh my god. And oh good, I’m glad you saw it! I cried at the end, like I always do. And it woke up Eric like WHOA. <3 <3 ]
“I know it sounds a bit… far-fetched, but the findings of my grandfather and I are real! Just look at this - evidence of language, artifacts, and you can’t ignore Plato’s full account! Atlantis exists!” Milo still smiled, but his eyes showed the inner despair he took to the jeering stares of his colleagues, who had been chuckling or shaking their heads through his entire presentation.
“Atlantis has been and always will be a myth. You’re another Atlantologist who will soon develop another alien theory, I know it.” A man said, leaning forward in his chair as though to stand.
Milo could tear his hair out in exasperation. “I-I know some others have really discredited the research, I won’t say I’m oblivious to the- the conspiracies, but this isn’t like that!” He spoke quickly, so quickly his words tumbled and spilled over themselves. “This is true science, if you would- would just look- there are so many places we could possibly find something, i-if we only sent out some minor expeditions, we could- we could make some true leaps-“
The man had stood, shaking his head. “I think we’re done here.”
Milo tried to speak, but the rest of them had stood and were gathering their things, filing past him with entire disinterest his his words. He only quieted when he was alone, and the room went completely silent as he slumped his shoulders. The board at the museum only rolled their eyes when he tried to gather them to listen, and only seemed to do so out of protocol in the first place. Those had grown much less frequent and he now tried other sources, but every group seemed to have the same reaction.
“I’m not crazy…” He murmured, running his hands over his face and returning to the podium and gathering his things.
Back at home, Milo had shuffled glumly into his apartment, hanging his coat up and turning the light on. Books and paper fell from his arms to his desk that was already scattered with materials. “Hey kitty…” He smiled weakly at the white cat that had rubbed up against his ankles. “Still no luck today.” He sighed, picking Fluffy up and idly rubbing her ears as he went to the kitchen, retrieving cat food from the cupboard. He set her down at her bowl and served it, patting her one last time before returning to the living room and flopping in his chair. The end table beside him had another stack of papers on it and he absently lifted the top oneand scanned it.
Ad, Adlantis, Ag, Agitmil…
“Kaylob…t… tem… shom-ag… sh…shabat…” he muttered to himself. I was unable to…
The language was in so many pieces that there were very few things he could properly say in Atlantean. There were no proper sentences he could figure out how to complete, but he had the beginnings of an alphabet, and he couldn’t believe that alone was receiving no attention. Still, the sentence awakened his brain and he cracked a genuine smile at the work he saw on the paper. So what if no one believed him yet? He just had to keep trying. Because Atlantis was there, and he knew it, just like his grandfather knew it. There was no way Milo would give up now. Still smiling, he stood and went to his desk, flicking the light on there and returning to work.
Anna held fast to Sir Raymond’s arm as they walked through the cherry blossom grove. Her companions were giddy from the tea they had just drank, were chatting animatedly around her. She herself was still consumed with the novel she had finished the night before. Miss Jane Eyre and her sweepign love story. Such novels were refreshing after the many editorial and historical texts she usually buried herself under, and she could only live one at a time. To read such stories back to back: to rip herself away from living in one world to jiup in the next would just be to painful.
How brave miss Eyre had been. And how kind. Anna hoped to be as kind as her one day. Miss Hopkins thought of herself as a rather thoughtless creature, and disliked herself because of it. She spoke and acting without thought to her station and her reputation, and though her father was forgiving she never wished to pain him in such a way.
The knight who was leading her called her name, wondering where her mind had gone off too and repeated his question Yes she liked these outings, but she usually liked them alone. True she become lonely from time to time and thus balls and dances were particularly nice: but she wanted to curl back up in her house and stay within herself for just a few more moments.
She wondered if she would ever find a husband who would understand.
She lifted her head finally to take in the splendor of the trees when something metallic flashed and caught her eyes. Spectacles on a young man…on the Professor. ”Professor Thatch,” she cried suddenly waving an arm to catch his attention.
He was just about to pass the group when a sudden call of his name made his head snap back to attention, looking for the source. His eyes found her immediately and his heart leapt to his throat. “Miss Hopkins!” He called back, more out of surprise than anything. He hadn’t expected to see her here, of all places, and by such chance! He stepped forward and immediately felt out of place amoung the fine dress of the men and ladies of the group, but did his best to ignore that. “I-It’s, it’s been so long!” He added to his greeting, a wide smile jumping to his face as they drew closer.
arielinthegrotto asked: "Thank you, Milo." She whispered against his shoulder.
He smiled softly and rubbed her back, squeezing her gently. “Of course, Ariel…” he murmured in reply.
arielinthegrotto asked: Ariel hugged her friend tightly, not wanting to answer any questions. She just wanted to feel loved.
He hugged her back just as tightly, pouring all his love and affection for her into the embrace, leaning his cheek on her hair and sighing simply with the relief of her presence. He felt her need for care more than a need for words, and so he just held her like that for awhile.
Milo reached his flat late in the evening, bringing his suitcase and a towering stack of book boxes into his apartment and dropping them into his study. He planned on going right to sleep as it was already nearing midnight, but he soon realized he was abuzz with restless energy, from a source he couldn’t place. Rather than pace about, he set to organizing the books, setting them in their own place on an row of his bookshelf. It was good to be back on the surface, but he had a sense of worry - something had gone wrong since he’d been away. It’d been almost a year since he’d left, he realized. And there was someone very important he knew had been the draw to bring him back…
He paused with the last book in hand, stroking a finger down it’s cover as he remembered that Anna Hopkins had lent him these books. This was before he’d left, when they had worked together. He pulled the hard flap open, flipping a few more pages until he came to a flower pressed between the pages. She had said they were easier to use as bookmarks… he picked up the flattened plant and examined it. He couldn’t name it, botany not being high on his list of studies. His eyes fell to the words on the middle of the page, which appeared to be a stanza;
“To hear your voice is pomegranate wine to me:
I draw life from hearing it.
Could I see you with every glance,
It would be better for me
Than to eat or to drink…”
Replacing the flower, Milo closed the book and slid it on the shelf. He sat still a moment, then stood and went across the hall to his room, extinguishing lights along the way. He got into bed and pulled the covers up to his shoulders, falling gratefully into sleep.
The next morning, it took a moment for Milo to remember where he was when he woke, and he immediately had that sense of anxiety return to him. He got out of bed and resumed setting up his flat until he grew restless then sighed, glancing around, and put his vest on and took his keys from the table by the door as he left.
He slowed his pace as he hit the sidewalk, drawing a deep breath of the early afternoon air. Smiling a bit from the refreshment, he thought he could spare the luxury of heading to the park. As he got closer, he saw a group milling about together. Even from where he was, he could see ladies in fine dresses and hats, men with combed hair and suits. He slowed his pace more and watched them with idle curiosity as he stepped onto the park path, hands in his pockets.
“I hope you’ll get to meet her~” Joining Milo’s side, Reginald shrugged. “We look more alike than we act. We’ve got our father’s freckles and nose~ But now the time has come to talk of many things besides me~ news from your end, Milololo~”
“I hope so too. I’m thinking I might stay for awhile, so we might bump into each other.” He smiled, then scuffed his feet a bit. “Oh, well… the usual, i suppose. Atlantis is still rebuilding, but it’s advanced so fast, it’s amazing! I’ve been kept busy keeping records and teaching classes, mostly. There was a bit of… trouble, ehm, a while back, but it’s been sorted out.”
[*made something for milo like the creep she is* :’T
[ I JUST SCREAMED A BIT NOT GONNA LIE. VJKDFGKLNVCBKLFC YOU ARE PERFECTION. ]
[ Hi guys. :) What’ve I missed the past two weeks? <3 ]
Guys, no. I’m crying so hard right now I can breath. No. I’m so worthless stop.
Trio, you are the best and I don’t know where I’d be without you. You are something that keeps me coming back, and I logged on just now literally just to reblog this to prove that fact.
“Oh buggering hell.” Lilts the feminine, Irish brogue from somewhere in the vicinity of up. “I’m sorry!” Chirps the female voice, intermingled with a scrambling and scraping of books along flagstones, and the tinkle of something metal and glass being plucked from harm’s way. “Assumin’ These’re they, yeah, I got ‘em, they’d just fell near yer shoulder. No ‘arm done, far’s I ken wager.”
Iris offers her hands out - one clutches the bookish gent’s specs, the other’s just a hand up, wearing a bit of a sheepish grin. “I get excited ‘round new books. Bought so many I couldnae see in front’o me, ye all right? All ye wonderland blokes dress nice, hot dang.” The brunette laughs, helplessly. “Issat some memo I missed?”
“…Iris, by the by.” And with that, she mutely begins to gather up her pile, somewhat skeptical about being able to pick them all up again. “Got side-tracked seein’ me brother. What d’ye do, then? Ye look like ye might own this place.”
The heavy Irish accent surprised him a moment. He didn’t know Wonderland had… uhm, he wasn’t sure how to complete that sentence. He blinked at her chatter, trying to process it all. “Oh- thank you very much. I’m fine, no harm done.” He slid the glasses on and his vision cleared, showing him that he was face-to-face with a pretty young woman. “Hi, Iris, nice to meet you.” He replied, a bit dazed, then pulled his feet under him and quickly started to help gather her books. “My name’s Milo, Milo Thatch. I’m- well, I’m not from here, I- I’m from… you know…” He pointed upwards, not sure how to explain it. “I’m a cartographer and linguist. Though, I wouldn’t mind having a bookstore.” He glanced at the front door of the place admiringly. “I was just coming for the same reason as you, it seems. Just because I love books.” He paused, one of her books in his hands as he saw her with fresh eyes. “Wait- you said your brother? He… wouldn’t happen to the- the Hatter, would he…?”
arielinthegrotto asked: "Worried? Why on earth are you worried about me?" She asked softly as he hugged her. Ariel moved away just enough to put the book down and then let her arms wrap around him, tightly. "You shouldn't worry about me."
“I seem to do it a lot…” He smiled a bit, resting his cheek against her hair. “I don’t know why. I just always feel like I need to. I always want to make sure you’re okay.”
fantaween asked: -whispers "Helllllooooooo..." and touches his face-
-stares at her for a moment, blinking, then bursts out laughing- Well… hello to you too!
arielinthegrotto asked: She took the book gently in her hands and stared at it for a moment, tracing her fingers over the cover and then looked up at Milo, nibbling her bottom lip. "Thank you." She murmured. "I.. I can't wait to read it."
He nodded and smiled gently, then pulled her close and hugged her. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, actually. I’m… well, I’m worried about you again.”
“Atlantis is a much better place than Sanskrit that’s for sure. ” She nodded, “If I didn’t have ties, I’d move here and forget about Sanskrit altogether.”
“Well, it’s better than most places.” He laughed. “But… I don’t know much about Sanskrit, so i can’t compare. What’s it like?”