Mila Upshur (Semi-Hiatus)

    Waylon watches her from the doorway with a concerned frown on his face, but lately he’d taken to frowning and grimacing more than smiling and laughing. It’d become the new norm for him. He nods his head when she says she has everything and turns back around to wobble his way to the front entrance once more.

Once she has everything that she thinks she'll need, she follows Waylon to the door.  The car was waiting outside for them on the street and she frowned at the sight.  Were they going to hide the two of them away from the rest of the world?  Maybe it would be better to just let Waylon go with them.  After all, what could Murkoff possibly do to her anymore?

    While she made her way back through the house towards her room, Waylon waited patiently in the front hall. His gaze roamed the living space and he was surprised by how sparse it seemed. He was used to pictures on almost every available surface and a more home-y feel. 

She'd actually been living in this apartment for a few years now, but it had never really felt like home.  Mila traveled too much to really put effort into making the place look nice and when she was at home, she was mostly writing on her laptop and ignoring the rest of the world.  Despite her lack of connection to the apartment, she idly wondered if she would ever be able to come back.

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

Wrong blog for this ship but Mila and James

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[text] I'm wearing that thing you bought me but I can't tell if it looks any good.

[text:  hero]  thank you!