#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ arra tuined.
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there's an ache in his chest he can't ignore as he gathers up his scattered clothes off the floor , heart pounding from the adrenaline from earlier activities. oh , how he wishes he could follow his heart & lay back in bed with his lover , but he has work to do still at home & lesson plans to finalize before the new semester begins. milo does his best not to look arra in the eye as he gathers his things , as he knows he'll fall prey to her smoldering eyes if he ever dares to look. despite being a usually responsible man , he easily folds when it comes to her. all it takes is one look from her gorgeous eyes & he can't seem to resist , forever attracted to the pull & hold she seems to have on him , not that he minds. the linguist tries to tug on his pants as quickly as he can , but he struggles to stick his long leg into the left pant , his foot sliding across the wooden flooring. his clumsiness almost causes him to fall , but he catches himself with a hand to the bed. he's saved himself for now , but he's forced to look at arra once again as she lays in bed , watching him with a loving admiration , a look of love he never thought any woman would ever give him. jiminy christmas , he thinks , this woman will be the death of me.
❝ i wish you could stay the night. ❞ arra's confession comes in a sweet & yearning tone , one that makes milo's heart ache grow more & more. even without his glasses he can clearly see the pain in her eyes , how their lack of time for one another only makes these evenings more special & more dear as time goes on. it makes it harder to leave at the end of it all. ❝ i wish i could too , ❞ milo responds back with a smile , daring to reach out & touch arra gently , running his fingers gently though her now messy hair. he squints a bit to look around for his glasses , unsure where he left them in the heat of their passion. after a bit of searching , he finds them in the oddest of places , resting atop the head of his gorgeous & now giggling lover. ❝ how long were you gonna let me play ❛ where's waldo ❜ to find these ? ❞ milo teases , taking back his glasses & gifting her with a sweet kiss. ❝ i can't stay tonight , but maybe i can stay tomorrow ? i'm just swamped with work & i know you are too. once the semester starts & we find momentum , we can have more time together , i promise. ❞
˗ˏˋ ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ· milo thatch ﹕ normal people. featuring @satellitewar as arra tuined.
#satellitewar#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ· arra tuined.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· answered ﹕ like stereo instructions.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ· adventure awaits ﹕ the linguist.#arra look what you've done to him gfngjndkngkjfg#he's so wrapped around her finger ;__;
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it's rare when anyone ever takes a true interest in what the linguist has to say , but that's becoming less & less of a problem since starting this expedition. he knows a big part of this sudden interest it has to do with the fact that the shepherd's journal is the key to this whole operation , but it is nice to have everyone listen to him for once & take time to hear what he has to say & even ask questions when things don't make sense. sitting by the campfire , milo was trying to tell arra about what he had recently just translated , as well as the map he managed to create based on what he was able to decipher. what seemed easy & understandable to him might not be to others around him , so when he went on his grand spiel & waited for her response , he's met with a confused expression & he feels just a touch guilty. ❝ um . . . can you explain it , maybe ? ❞ arra asks gently & without hesitation , milo nods in excitement , ready to go into further detail over what he just rambled on about. he waits for arra to settle down beside him so he can explain with the book in his hand , but after a few minutes of explanation , he starts to lose track , his eyes wandering elsewhere.
as embarrassing as it is to admit , milo never been this close to a woman before. he's always so focused on his work & passions that seeking out romantic partnerships never ever did come to mind & being alone didn't bother him so much . . . until now. he had friends , he has people he considers family & he has arra , who he considered a friend , but in this moment . . . something changes. their arms are touching as they sit close together , arra peering over to get a better look at the book , her hair falling over her face a bit. despite all the work they do & all the hiking they endure , she still somehow manages to smell amazing & she looks actually interested in what he has to say & frankly . . . she's just . . . amazing. & beautiful too. wow , he didn't know women could be so . . . DING DING DING. the dinner bell rings loud enough for everyone to hear , followed by cookie's hollering that supper was ready. the thought of eating anything made by that man makes milo want to puke , but it's a good distraction , one he takes as he shuts the book closed for now. ❝ why don't we uh . . . take a break & grab some grub ? ❞ he's embarrassed , blushing furiously once again , only this time ? he doesn't try to hide it. ❝ maybe later when everyone goes to bed , i can go into further detail. y'know , only if you want. i can always wait to tell you everything tomorrow. ❞
˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ milo thatch ﹕ tick tick boom prompts. featuring @satellitewar as arra tuined.
#satellitewar#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ arra tuined.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ answered ﹕ like stereo instructions.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ adventure awaits ﹕ the linguist.#ohhhhhhhhh milo u sly dog u gnfkjndhkjnkjh#it sounds like the closest to a date you'll ever get xD#maybe this is where they almost share a smooch before#the firefly bullshit happens xD
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boy , when mister whitmore said they were gonna be traveling in style , he wasn't kidding ! the linguist still felt a little queasy from his earlier sickness , thanks to his weak constitution ﹙ the carrots in his meal mixed with sea sickness did not help ﹚ , but all that took a back seat as the ulysses took a dive deep into the depths of the atlantic ocean , the view absolutely incredible from the sub's main deck. this kind of adventure was the sort of thing milo has always read & dreamed about. the kind of stories his grandfather would tell him time & time again. it felt all very surreal to finally be apart of the story instead of just hearing it from someone else , & he can only hope he can be successful in his excursion to find the city of atlantis , anxious to discover a lost civilization , but also wanting to make his grandfather proud. so many deemed thaddaeus thatch to be a crackpot or insane for his theories on the lost city , but this discovery will change all that & more , & milo is just within reach of making all of that a possibility.
the linguist is so invested in the view of the deep waters that he damn near jumps when he notices he wasn't on the bridge alone. mister whitmore's personal guard , arra tuined , was assigned to him on this trip to ensure his safety. he's not too sure if he should be grateful or a little insulted that the eccentric millionaire wanted him to be constantly watched , but considering the amount of money he's thrown into this expedition all for his grandfather's sake , milo isn't going to start complaining. ❝ stay out of trouble , ❞ came the woman's clear tone , speaking before milo can even begin to explain himself. mister whitmore sure does like to employ strong women , doesn't he ? ❝ n - no trouble here ma'am , i promise ! i don't think i really know how to get in trouble , honestly. things like trouble & excitement usually avoids me. ❞ he laughs awkwardly , hoping it breaks the ice with the other woman , but when silence is all he finds , it's quick to stop that laughter all together. ❝ ahem. i , uh ━━ i was just about to head to the bedroom , er , i mean , quarters. do you . . . do you happen to know where that is ? this place is a maze & i don't really want to get in people's way , so , uh , if you happen to know where to go , i'd appreciate your assistance. ❞ a pause , then he adds on. ❝ i mean , only if you're willing to . . . uh . . . ❞
˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ milo thatch ﹕ treasure planet prompts. featuring @satellitewar as arra tuined.
#satellitewar#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ arra tuined.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ answered ﹕ like stereo instructions.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ adventure awaits ﹕ the linguist.#as always the first ic thing goes to miss chuckles#ok but im so excited for this rehash ok like honestly#milo did need a bodyguard mr. whitmore was right for this
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the linguist has never felt this giddy before , not since that time he found that arrowhead while camping with his grandfather. atlantis is real . . . it's real & they are literally being led to the city by whom he presumes is the atlantean princess. how could life get any better ? it's a slow ride through the rickety bridge as their crew & trucks ride through with the atlanteans leading onward , leaving him & arra stuck on the back of a truck bed that rourke & helga were driving , the two lost in private conversation , not that milo would really pay attention to them. he's gushing & going on to his bodyguard about how he's always waited for this moment & she listens with interest & patience as she always does , but for the first time ever since their blossoming relationship , she interrupts him. a kiss ━━ two kisses. the most innocent gestures that immediately get the linguist quiet. moments earlier , he & arra were sharing a moment where he swears they were close to sharing a kiss , their heads tilting inward until the fireflies began an attack on their campsite. milo had been so distracted with the chaos & his injury that followed not too long after that & he didn't have to ask her if something was going on between them. well , he now has his answer.
❝ gosh , ❞ milo mumbles , rubbing one of his cheeks as he looks over at arra with pure admiration. ❝ i guess i wasn't imagining things earlier when i thought we were gonna . . . you know , before the fireflies ruined the whole mood. ❞ shyly , milo scoots himself closer to his bodyguard as a newfound confidence begins to surge through him , taking a moment to look around the beautiful sights of this new city , but he always ends up looking at arra in the end , much more interested in focusing on her ━━ the real treasure in all this adventure. ❝ is it . . . a bad time for me to make up for earlier ? i , uh . . . kinda want to . . . uh . . . ❞ he sighs , all tongue tied & unable to speak full sentences whenever he's around her. maybe instead of trying to explain things , he should allow himself to show her how he feels. let his actions speak so arra knows fully his intention , so he decides right then & there to do just that. gently , he cups her cheeks gently & guides her closer until they are nose to nose , his glasses slightly clouding from his breath as his nerves make him breathe heavily. milo has never taken charge like this before , but he can't deny his feelings for arra & if she reciprocates , then who is he to be scared of taking the first leap ?
❝ sorry , arra. i think i'll just shut up now. ❞ & with that , he brings his woman in for the kiss they meant to share moments earlier , arms wrapping around her slender form as they sink further into a romantic kiss , uncaring of the world around them. his first kiss ever & in a newly discovered ancient civilization. a good way to end the day , though clearly the kiss beats out everything else by a long shot.
˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ milo thatch ﹕ sitting with milo in his little jeep as they journey to atlantis , arra steals a kiss or two from his cheek :). featuring @satellitewar as arra tuined.
#satellitewar#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ arra tuined.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ adventure awaits ﹕ the linguist.#im sCREAMING#this got so long but i had to#not them smoochin in the city i LOVE THIS SO MUCH#I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY SORRY EVERYONE#THEY GOTTA MAKE OUT A BIT FIRST
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unlike miss helga sinclair , who was rather stoic & upfront upon their surprising introduction , arra seems to be the complete opposite. she still presented herself as a strong , imposing figure whom you wouldn't want to cross or be on their bad side , but she was kind & smiling as the linguist rambled on , which is not his usual response from the very few women he's ever spoken to. he can see why mister whitmore employed her as a bodyguard & then entrusted her to him for this important expedition. she seems like the kind of woman who won't pick on him for his work & beliefs , & is willing not only to give the possibility of atlantis existing a chance , but to ensure that milo remains safe enough that he can achieve that goal seamlessly. her smile remains even as she explains the location of his quarters , a sight that milo doesn't often see with anyone on most days. he follows arra right behind her , purposefully ensuring he was a few steps behind if only so she wouldn't see how red his cheeks were. he's a grown man & the first woman to talk to him in a kind matter has him blushing. he knows he's kind of pathetic , but this ? this is ridiculous.
as they reach the bottom floor of the sub , arra makes note of the shepherd's journal , which remains tucked under milo's arm. it's become basically apart of him , like an extra limb , that milo almost forgets that he has it on him , always reading & making mental notes as often as he can & then putting those thoughts to paper once the day winds down. she's right , this notebook is crucial to the whole expedition & he's the only one he can even read or make sense of it. there's a lot of pressure that comes from knowing that this whole adventure rests on his shoulders , but he's been waiting for an opportunity like this happen for so long , that he's willing to burden that stress , especially if it means clearing his grandpa's name. ❝ i really appreciate it , miss tuined. seriously , you're so . . . you've been so nice. i , uh . . . why is that ? i mean , it's not that i don't like it , i do , but uh . . . what i'm trying to say is . . . ❞ he struggles again , his cheeks now an even deeper shade of red now. ❝ i guess , i'm just not used to it. you know , people being nice to me. at least , not unless they want something out of me , but i have nothing to give you , so. um . . . you're saying really nice , complimentary things & i've only known you for like , less than a few minutes. i dunno , maybe i'm overthinking this , maybe i'm a little bit overwhelmed by everything , but i just wanna know . . . why ? ❞
arra secretly likes him, though she'll never confess as much if anyone were to ask. milo's a brainy, brilliant figure, bespectacled, buoyant, and full of questions — he's exactly as mr. whitmore explained him to be, and even more exciting than any of his descriptions painted. arra's fond of the man's curious mind, his awkward demeanor, and the way he stumbles through their brief chats like he's never spoken to a woman in his life. it's... cute. captivating. she's thrilled to work with him, and even more thrilled to stand in charge of his safety on this expedition.
her little stay out of trouble warning is firm but friendly, as she both wants to endear herself to him and maintain a level of much-needed professionalism along the way. arra wants @wovetales to stay safe. out of danger, out of death's way, safely returned to mr. whitmore with the grand discovery of atlantis in tow. whatever it takes, she tells herself, grinning at his babbling. whatever it takes.
"i believe you're bunking with gaetan moliére," she replies calmly, smirking at his desire for help. "just follow me. don't want you to get lost in here on our first day." side by side with milo now as they head downstairs, she glances at the journal he clutches to his chest and tilts her head, curious. "you're holding onto that like you'll die if you let it go. that's the journal, right? that's... everything to this expedition. all of it." another smile. "mr. whitmore told me about you and your grandfather, milo. i wasn't on the last expedition they all took, so i never got to meet him, but i hear amazing things. he would be so proud of you pursuing his dream. pursuing your dream." her voice is gentle on purpose. despite the echoing halls of this large submersible, arra wishes to keep their dialogue intimate. "for his sake, and for the sake of all on board, i'll keep you safe. i promise."
#satellitewar#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ arra tuined.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the linguist.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ adventure awaits ﹕ the linguist.#milo is like: ur nice? wtf why#like he is so confused by it ;__;#this poor boy has been bullied for ages#he just doesn't meet nice people often
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