saint-milan

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[saint-milan @noncephali]

"I forgot if you came to the burial... I'm sorry, it was a lot. Would you like something to drink?"

@faineamt

[saint-milan @noncephali]

"—Alejandro, wasn't it?" Milan steps down from a chair he makes a stepping stool. Windchime jingling on his hold, against his hips where now Milan's hands rest. He continues, "what are you doing here?" Or, 'how did you find out where I moved?' should be the more appropriate q.

[saint-milan @noncephali]

a harsh reminder that this is still a funeral, that tomorrow is still another procession. He'd meet him again tomorrow. Edmond will have to watch him in the mercy of his guests again, until he won't. Milan clutches the stem of lily.

It's time to wrap up.

end.

[saint-milan @noncephali]

His eyes trail along the path that Alejandro took. His feet an easy saunter from tile to tile. He approaches the door with such grace, that Milan can't help but to watch; hand lingering over, the door slightly ajar for him. When he said his greetings, Milan stutters, "s-see you,"

[saint-milan @noncephali]

His loss for his husband is too strong, so much that an outrageous proposition enthralls him. And the warmth of this youth's hand. Where it digs gently into his jaws, Milan finds himself... swayed. Which is terrible. But, persuasive.

@SpenderGarcia

[saint-milan @noncephali]

one that Edmond somehow knew from his pasts, not someone acquainted enough with Milan to speak whatever pleases. Courtesies and propriety. "I don't... I," yet all in all, grief makes one think in a way that would have been mocked as absent. "What does that mean?"

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[saint-milan @noncephali]

I've given him nothing but love throughout our marriage. Are you going to accuse me of things I never did, too? Because your crowd's just left." Milan looks away, waving a dismissive hand. He's still clutching the lily. Its petals soft in the pads of his fingers.

@SpenderGarcia

[saint-milan @noncephali]

@SpenderGarcia "What? Of course I do—did," come to think of it, how should he refer to him from here? Offence travels quick in someone's body. Vibrata coursing in his limbs, so much that he flinches away from the side where the man's presence lies. "How dare you ask me that?

[saint-milan @noncephali]

blathering about nonsense like the dams in him broke open, "because who are these people? Why are they looking at me like I did it? Just because I'm not crying? Sorry—what's your name again, I believe I haven't asked..."

@SpenderGarcia

[saint-milan @noncephali]

He takes refuge upon the nearest pew and sits down, groaning under his breath with palms pressing into his face. "Sorry, again, I just—it's just been overwhelming. So many of his friends came that I never knew, I almost doubt that that's my husband in the casket," Milan laughs,