#milaupshur

How much I like it: actual cause of global warming | notp | don’t care | it’s okay | cute! | otp | MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN

"Their" song: Nothing Owed by Bonobo

Who does more housework: James mainly, but Mila tries to do whatever she can

What couple cosplay they should do: Fiona and Prince Bubblegum

Who cried watching Toy Story 3: James, he tried explaining why it was so important to Mila but she kinda just shrugged. Not the same with audio captioning

Who hogs the blankets at night: Mila, a little cocoon of blankets

What they fight about: that Mila should go out more, get out of the house and everything

Who has more Facebook friends: Mila, a lot of her contacts are on facebook

[text: blind bae] babe i know u cant tell

Send "Can I kiss you" to see how my muse responds

[:cc i didn't see it cuz i was distracted by Prototype again...]

Sad RP Starters

He pulled her in close, it had taken months to get her from out underneath the bed every time she ask for him to stay or for him to take her to his place, as long as he kept her close to him. Mila was more open to everything after they had spent some intimate time together, even with her sight gone she was eager to touch him more so than before. As long as he was right there with her under the covers, safe from everything else. He enjoyed it, laying on his back as her fingers glided down his body, getting to know every bit of it, memorizing it so she could return to it later.

Innocent, soft touches. The kind that made him smile and kiss the crown of her head.

But he wasn’t expecting it to bother him so much when her hand grazed over the scars on his inner thigh. She looked up at him questioningly as if to ask about the deep cuts, wondering where they came from without even saying a thing. He jumped at the touch, immediately getting out of bed and running to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. His bare back against the cool wall as he slid down onto the tiled floor, head in his hands as the vivid memories came flooding back to him. Only made worse as he could hear her cry out for him.

“James? .....I need you.” He voice shook, she was afraid. Afraid to be alone and puzzled by his behavior. The man had never done that before. Why was he like this now? “Please, I need you. I’m scared. Come back to me.” He quietly sat there, her words and her voice growing more and more distant as the deafening silence was all that he could hear. It was so easy to forget that here he was safe, that the younger blind woman didn't mean to bleed him out like his captors did before but he just couldn't shake the feeling. 

James got up, with his body shaking trying to hold himself up at the sink, refusing to look at his reflection in the mirror afraid to see a broken man with blood dripping out of his mouth due to his missing molars-- the pain of the pliers pulling them out returned with the image, the thought, the feeling, of being strapped back down onto the chair with the barbed wire poking into his flesh as they tightened it around him. Head dizzy from the blood loss. This was it,  feeling like he was going to fall.

The tremors had come back, causing him to fumble around when he opened the medicine cabinet looking for his meds fumbling through the ones that were prescribed to combat that side effects of the ones he needed the most. Quickly opening the bottles and pouring outtwo pills from each clear orange plastic container. Trazodone, Risperidone, Bupropion, Topiromate, along with  few others he could never pronounce and never bothered to try. Swallowing them quickly he plopped back down onto the floor with  his knees too weak and his body too tired. But either way, he tried to crawl out of the bathroom and back to Mila.