Milo J. Thatch.

“I will find Atlantis on my own, even if I have to rent a rowboat!” A cartographer, a linguist, and a plumber married to the warrior queen, @AtlanteanLight.

[Milo J. Thatch. @LinguistMonarch]

“I will find Atlantis on my own, even if I have to rent a rowboat!”

» Descriptive, MC.
» Solo/backstory coming soon.
» Ships: chemistry.

[Milo J. Thatch. @LinguistMonarch]

[swoons over @AtlanteanLight's avi]

"I miss you, Kida. Very much."

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@atoughmechanic — I love and care for. Leave me alone, Rourke. I want none of this. I am going home to my wife."

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@atoughmechanic — narrowed as he looked at Rourke. "No. There is no starting over for us, Rourke. You threatened to destroy everything —

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@atoughmechanic — after Rourke had hurt Kida.

"I would prefer not too," Milo said with sharpness in his deep voice and his eyes —

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@atoughmechanic — man who had tried to destroy everything he cared and loved? No, Milo could never forgive him for that. Never. Not —

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@atoughmechanic Milo looked down at the hand Rourke held out to him but the linguist did not take it. How could he shake hands with the —

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@atoughmechanic — how things are going in my life, Rourke. I have nothing to say to you. Nothing. Leave me alone."

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@atoughmechanic — said then, staring at Audrey though he was soon distracted by Rourke. Milo swallowed.

"It is none of your... concern —

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@atoughmechanic — Milo either. It made him feel worse. Looking at his friend (was Audrey still his friend?), he swallowed.

"You knew?" he —

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@atoughmechanic Milo felt sick to his stomach. Rourke was here and Audrey's less than surprised expression did not sit well with —

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Milo nodded.

"Tonight. Tonight." https://t.co/ItrgJgNUwL

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Milo grinned, planting a kiss on her cheek. https://t.co/pEr61ur6Ar

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"Uhm.... sure? I just.... really, really.... really want to take if off of you." https://t.co/Ens05S5gI7

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Milo blushed softly, biting his lip.

"Someone likes it." https://t.co/zE7CMqNned

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Milo grinned, almost foolishly so.

"You look.... very, very... hot!" https://t.co/XxZaw9hNaM

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"My costume for today. A knight of the round table."

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@atoughmechanic — nervously.

"You..." he said with forced firmness in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

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@atoughmechanic — was this possible?

Slowly turning around, Milo faced the man to whom the voice belonged and the linguist swallowed —

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@atoughmechanic — darkest nightmares. Rourke. No, he thought. No! Rourke was dead. Milo was sure of it. Rourke was gone. What? How —

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@atoughmechanic That voice. /That/ voice! Milo knew that voice better than any other voice. It was one he had heard often in his —