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"A roof and a conspicuous lack of windows. What are our purposes, exactly? Beyond survival. You mentioned absurdly unlikely plans of some kind."

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"Well. I'd like to not die," says Milo. "And I'd like to go home eventually. And then I'd like to continue not dying. Those seem like enough to be going on with, at least to start, but ideally I think I would also like to find some way to improve your bizarrely horrible world before I go. Some way that doesn't involve assassinating anyone or having my bones turned to dust. Although," he adds thoughtfully, "I'm not actually sure having my bones turned to dust would kill me if that's all that happened, so it might be worth it if it turned out to be very necessary for some reason."

Cath makes a noise.

"Me? Reckless? Well I never."
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"It would not be all that happened. Your blood would be turned to ice, you'd be shredded into a million little royal bits, if it really took all that much to kill you she might take your soul and do some unpleasantnesses to it instead. If Mab wanted you dead, you'd be dead. Not dying sounds like the best of your plans so far, let's go with that one."

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"Oh, for - look, I really, truly do not mean to do anything that might get me killed," says Milo. "I do not yearn to test the limits of my perfect health. Pain hurts and I prefer to avoid it. It's just that everything is so bizarrely horrible here, and it's really pissing me off, and I want to do something about it. Something actually meaningful and likely to succeed without killing me. I don't know what, yet, but I'd like to find out."

Cath meows.

"I appreciate your concern, but for once in my life I think my degree of ambition is perfectly appropriate to the situation," says Milo.
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"That's good. The problem is that things that could get you killed here don't always look like things that could get you killed. I mean, there's reasonable precautions, like not telling your name to strangers, or never looking into people's eyes, but I don't know what counts as caution in your cotton candy world where kids get turned into bunny rabbits and back by the light of the full moon and a fairy's curse results in a birth defect instead of being profoundly dead, and I just want to make sure you understand just how fucking dangerous it is here. Because you gave me a soul, and you're, you're nice, and- I don't want you to die."

He's crying a bit again. Fucking souls.
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...Milo hugs him.

"I mean to listen to you! Honestly I do!"
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"I'm just, I'm sorry, I just- I don't know how to protect you enough to, to make the little flashing light in my head stop saying 'WHY ARE YOU LETTING HIM WALK OFF THIS CLIFF', I don't know what I can- say, or do, or- I don't know. I'm, I'm sorry."

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"I promise I'll be very careful," he says. "I don't mean to do anything much until I actually do understand this world well enough to protect myself. Even if getting to that level of understanding makes me bloody furious, which I expect it will."

Cath meows, somewhat at length. Milo listens to her, then translates, "She says that although I'm frequently a reckless idiot, I am actually very smart and will probably do just fine if I get a chance to sit down and learn what makes this place tick. Thank you, Catherine."
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"Thanks," says Leo. "I- that's good. Thanks." He extends a hand to the filthy creature in a show of peace.

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Milo smiles.

Cath pads daintily up to Leo and bumps her head against his fingertips. She is very soft and fluffy and not filthy at all.
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Leo quietly pets the soft and fluffy abomination. She's very fluffy.

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The soft fluffy abomination purrs. Milo decides that the 'I approve' translation probably doesn't need to be made explicit.

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