The incident with Sarah on the boardwalk is already making Milo reconsider his decision to relocate back to Siren Cove. On the day of his parent's arrest he'd promised he would keep his magic under wraps, that he would never become what they became, that he would never ever use his powers on another witch like that.
But her magic had been on the brink of destroying the fragile control he holds, of blowing everything out of the water and stripping his nerves bare. It was the only thing he could think to do, to reach out and stop it, just for a minute, to absorb the chaos and twist it under his control, the control he's learned to have so tightly wound. He can still feel it humming under his skin, magic that isn't his, and he wonders what it felt like when his parents absorbed the magic and life of two witches, what it must be like to have another person's energy flowing in your veins.
These are the kind of thoughts he promised himself he'd never think. He was supposed to be better than this, but Siren Cove has him in old habits already, and it's with this in mind that he finds himself drawn towards the police station. He's not here to turn himself in. Sarah and Milo can deal with their issues without law enforcement, he hopes, and the last thing he needs is to end up sharing a cell with his parents. But he needs to try and see them, speak to them maybe, find out how they ended up down this path so he can make sure he never follows them.
He sees the cruiser rolling up and his first instinct is to duck his face, and then he remembers he's not a wanted man. The man in the cruiser however, is in exactly that position. Milo can feel the magic, recently used, recently expelled from someone like they were desperate to, and he can't help but try and peer into the car. All thoughts of seeing his parents have vanished; his attention is focused solely on the man being arrested, and he can't tell whether he wants to speak to him or consume him.
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Date: 2015-06-17 01:52 pm (UTC)But her magic had been on the brink of destroying the fragile control he holds, of blowing everything out of the water and stripping his nerves bare. It was the only thing he could think to do, to reach out and stop it, just for a minute, to absorb the chaos and twist it under his control, the control he's learned to have so tightly wound. He can still feel it humming under his skin, magic that isn't his, and he wonders what it felt like when his parents absorbed the magic and life of two witches, what it must be like to have another person's energy flowing in your veins.
These are the kind of thoughts he promised himself he'd never think. He was supposed to be better than this, but Siren Cove has him in old habits already, and it's with this in mind that he finds himself drawn towards the police station. He's not here to turn himself in. Sarah and Milo can deal with their issues without law enforcement, he hopes, and the last thing he needs is to end up sharing a cell with his parents. But he needs to try and see them, speak to them maybe, find out how they ended up down this path so he can make sure he never follows them.
He sees the cruiser rolling up and his first instinct is to duck his face, and then he remembers he's not a wanted man. The man in the cruiser however, is in exactly that position. Milo can feel the magic, recently used, recently expelled from someone like they were desperate to, and he can't help but try and peer into the car. All thoughts of seeing his parents have vanished; his attention is focused solely on the man being arrested, and he can't tell whether he wants to speak to him or consume him.