He was slightly pulled into her body as much as she was leaning into his, her fingers gripping his robes. He wasn’t thinking anything as he watched her, simply continuing to gaze down at her, her mouth opening and closing without sound coming out. His head tilted slightly, studying her. She looked a little bit like a fish. He imagined himself in water, a cold pond, floating in the silence, staring at passing streaks of light; pretty colored fish with blinking eyes. “M-Milo--!” His eyes refocused a second after his arms instinctively wrapped tighter around her, catching her against him as she suddenly fainted, a slight tremor wracking her body. He could feel it, the vibration passed into him.
Prince Charming woke women up with kisses. Milo apparently put them to sleep.
Unsure what to think, he stood there, Braelyn caught in his arms, together the two of them in a more secluded part of the library. She felt nice but her skin was a little too warm, almost clammy. ‘Poor little fish.’ He bent a little, his arm slipping beneath hers, gripping her side, the other cupping her legs and he lifted her easily, her body curled against his chest. It was still early in the day but there were sure to be more people in the library. Milo wasn’t sure how people would react to someone who looked like him carrying someone who looked like Braelyn. Old images of savage looking red skinned demons meant to be interpreted as Native Peoples carrying off terrified white women played across his mind. A quick trip to the Healer was not an option. At least not while Braelyn was still unconscious.
He carried her to one of the comfy arm chairs, bending to place her body on the cushion, his speed a fraction slower than necessary. He liked the way she looked. He liked the way she felt. ‘Let go.’ He stepped away once her body was settled, briefly placing a lone finger against her skin, feeling the beating pulse in her neck. ‘Still alive.’ Straightening, he turned toward the fire place, pulling out his wand. “Incendio!” A small fire crackled. Whenever he was sick at home Evanna had always brought him closer to the fire. Sometimes he was given tea and chocolate to ease whatever pains. He had neither on him. His eyes ran around the small enclave of bookshelves and early morning shadows. They landed on the vase that was settled upon the mantle just above the fireplace. He hesitated. Water would probably wake her up...
… but why not let her rest up just a little longer? In any case, she had interrupted his reading. He turned to retrieve his book from where Braelyn had dropped it at some point. Maybe she had flung it away. She was pretty angry. He’d never seen her that angry before. And he’d never reacted to anger in that way before. It was... he couldn’t be certain he would mind if she grew angry at him again. Bending to retrieve his book on animagi, he turned it over in his hands, making sure no damage had come to it. ‘What page had I been on again...?’ He flipped through, finding the page on transformation again, and memorized the page number. He hated dog earring pages, the folding corners offended him. Books were precious.
He turned back to Braelyn, circling the chair, hoping she’d waken up on her own. “... Braelyn.” He leaned over her, whispering, idly wondering if her name counted as a word. “Braelyn.” She seemed far gone. Again, he was unsure what to think. Were his kisses really so terrible that she needed to black out and escape the reality? Ankti hadn’t minded his touch. Braelyn wasn’t Ankti though. He turned back to the vase, contemplating the benefits and consequences of waking her. ‘She might scream at me if she wakes... but she might be dying or something if I let her just sleep. Is blacking out normal?’ He wasn’t sure. It seemed vaguely like a regular girl thing, but he’d not seen Braelyn do it before. He tried softly waking her again. "Braelyn. Hey... little fish." No answer. She didn't stir. His hand reached for the vase.
Gripping the flowers he’d removed, he dumped the contents of the cool water onto Braelyn’s face, watching as a little spilled on her auburn hair, some dampening her shirt, most of the cold droplets painting her face, beginning to dribble. It occurred to him a second later that he’d taken Introduction to Healing classes and knew the charm to revive her. ‘Oops.’ His expression remained unapologetic however, and he turned the vase right side up, stuffing the flowers back in, pointing his wand at it and muttered the charm to refill it with more water. He placed it back onto the mantle, inhaled sharply through his nose, and then let it out calmly through his slightly parted mouth. He turned around, a tentative look in his eyes but he willed it to harden, and stayed silent, inspecting Braelyn, waiting to see if she continued on sleeping or had woken up. "Do you need..." He kept his voice low, his tone cold and clear. "do you need the medic?"
Milo stared at her, continued to stare, and it was all Braelyn could do to try and breathe. Something was wrong with her; didn’t he see that? It was more than just the dating a Muggleborn thing, more ... more
I guess I should be catching you. Milo,Sat Jan 7 01:02