Milo looked around the living room of Zadicus' house, guitar balanced on one knee. His ears strained to hear of anyone was coming, and when he realised nobody was, he smiled and began to strum a set of chords out on the instrument, voice joining in not long after.
"Lover come over
Look what I done
I been alone so long
I feel like I'm on the run
Lover come over
Kick up the dust
I got a secret
Starting to rust."
His foot tapped along to the beat, his ginger curls falling loose around his shoulders. Milo hadn't sung in a while, alot having been going on in his life. He was so tired yet his body didn't want to sleep. He was so hungry but his body didn't want to eat. He was- no his mind was- craving any kind of acceptance from people, but his body didn't want that. All it seemed to want was to give the boy broken thoughts and sorrow filled melodies.
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more."
His stomach gave of a dull ache from the almost healed wound there as he played, though Milo would deny being hurt until his dying breath. The young man had suffered worse anyway, it wasn't like this was the first time he'd been stabbed and a knife had never stopped him from making music, he wouldn't let it.
"I said I'm just tired
She said you're just high
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water."
His voice rose an octave higher as it cracked, causing the boy to wrinkle his nose and scowl. Most people thought it was cute but Milo hated it, his voice made him sound thirteen; which he wasn't. The cracking also annoyed him, it meant he couldn't sing a full song properly without his voice raising and dropping every few minutes.
"Lover come hold me
Heads on the fritz
Body intoxicated
Feelings comfortably mixed
Lover come hold me
Could you forget?
I got a secret
Digging a ditch."
Milo's head bent forwards a little more, eyes focused on the guitar more than his surroundings. If anybody chose to walk in the young man wouldn't notice, too engrossed in his song, voice still singing to the Spirit, if there even was one.
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more."
It's wasn't like Milo doubted there might be something controlling the world, he just didn't belive it was there because he'd prayed to it time after time yet it had never helped him in the slightest. The boy had never seen a sliver of hope from whatever resided up in the sky so he'd given up on them like they'd given up on him.
"I said I'm just tired
She said you're just high
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water."
His head pulled back slightly to let the hair from his face fall away from his eyes, fingers dragging across the strings of his guitar, even when they were sore and red.
"Sweating all your sins out
Putting all your thoughts back together
Oh, we just don't blend out
All of my attempts seem to weather
Oh, I make you cringe now
Don't I make you cringe?
Oh, I make you cringe now
Don't I make you cringe?"
Milo's voice cracked again and this time he just scowled and continued his playing, eyes drifting from the guitar to the ceiling, gaze hardening at it. If there was somebody up there looking down on him, whether they be fictional or the souls of the dead, he wanted them to hear him. He wanted them to hear every damn word he said, and Milo was going to make sure of that when he sang. It didn't matter what words he spoke, they could even be those of a bar song for all he cared, he just wanted those who had wronged or left him to remember his name. Needed them to remember that they had left him behind, and he wasn't too happy about that.
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more
I said I'm just tired."
He was so thankful for Zadicus for taking him in. If he hadn't Milo didn't think he'd have been able to go through with Michael leaving him on his own. He'd told Michael time after time that if he was going to leave him do it gently, because the amount of times someone had left the boy was unreal, and Michael knew that. He'd been there for a few of them, even. But it was clear the other man didn't care about that, Milo was just another pawn in his game, as per usual. That's all he was to people, wasn't he?
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more."
Zadicus was like the dad he'd always had but that had never been there, except every father he'd had had been there at one point. His mind was still waiting for Zack to up and leave on him, but deep down he knew he wouldn't. If he did, by any chance, leave the boy, Milo would more than likely go back to hunting down his past, leaving the people of Regalia behind forever, like so many had left him to do before.
"I said I'm just tired
She said you're just high
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water."
"Lover come over
Look what I done
I been alone so long
I feel like I'm on the run
Lover come over
Kick up the dust
I got a secret
Starting to rust."
His foot tapped along to the beat, his ginger curls falling loose around his shoulders. Milo hadn't sung in a while, alot having been going on in his life. He was so tired yet his body didn't want to sleep. He was so hungry but his body didn't want to eat. He was- no his mind was- craving any kind of acceptance from people, but his body didn't want that. All it seemed to want was to give the boy broken thoughts and sorrow filled melodies.
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more."
His stomach gave of a dull ache from the almost healed wound there as he played, though Milo would deny being hurt until his dying breath. The young man had suffered worse anyway, it wasn't like this was the first time he'd been stabbed and a knife had never stopped him from making music, he wouldn't let it.
"I said I'm just tired
She said you're just high
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water."
His voice rose an octave higher as it cracked, causing the boy to wrinkle his nose and scowl. Most people thought it was cute but Milo hated it, his voice made him sound thirteen; which he wasn't. The cracking also annoyed him, it meant he couldn't sing a full song properly without his voice raising and dropping every few minutes.
"Lover come hold me
Heads on the fritz
Body intoxicated
Feelings comfortably mixed
Lover come hold me
Could you forget?
I got a secret
Digging a ditch."
Milo's head bent forwards a little more, eyes focused on the guitar more than his surroundings. If anybody chose to walk in the young man wouldn't notice, too engrossed in his song, voice still singing to the Spirit, if there even was one.
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more."
It's wasn't like Milo doubted there might be something controlling the world, he just didn't belive it was there because he'd prayed to it time after time yet it had never helped him in the slightest. The boy had never seen a sliver of hope from whatever resided up in the sky so he'd given up on them like they'd given up on him.
"I said I'm just tired
She said you're just high
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water."
His head pulled back slightly to let the hair from his face fall away from his eyes, fingers dragging across the strings of his guitar, even when they were sore and red.
"Sweating all your sins out
Putting all your thoughts back together
Oh, we just don't blend out
All of my attempts seem to weather
Oh, I make you cringe now
Don't I make you cringe?
Oh, I make you cringe now
Don't I make you cringe?"
Milo's voice cracked again and this time he just scowled and continued his playing, eyes drifting from the guitar to the ceiling, gaze hardening at it. If there was somebody up there looking down on him, whether they be fictional or the souls of the dead, he wanted them to hear him. He wanted them to hear every damn word he said, and Milo was going to make sure of that when he sang. It didn't matter what words he spoke, they could even be those of a bar song for all he cared, he just wanted those who had wronged or left him to remember his name. Needed them to remember that they had left him behind, and he wasn't too happy about that.
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more
I said I'm just tired."
He was so thankful for Zadicus for taking him in. If he hadn't Milo didn't think he'd have been able to go through with Michael leaving him on his own. He'd told Michael time after time that if he was going to leave him do it gently, because the amount of times someone had left the boy was unreal, and Michael knew that. He'd been there for a few of them, even. But it was clear the other man didn't care about that, Milo was just another pawn in his game, as per usual. That's all he was to people, wasn't he?
"She said I'm looking like a bad man
Smooth criminal
She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
She said that I don't look like me no more no more."
Zadicus was like the dad he'd always had but that had never been there, except every father he'd had had been there at one point. His mind was still waiting for Zack to up and leave on him, but deep down he knew he wouldn't. If he did, by any chance, leave the boy, Milo would more than likely go back to hunting down his past, leaving the people of Regalia behind forever, like so many had left him to do before.
"I said I'm just tired
She said you're just high
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water
I said I saw you in the water."
