#ft:miles

[aylaxcrsf]

Where: the Ramp  When: Friday night Tagging: @lawyermilesc

For the first time in several weeks Ayla had her weekend off. After some begging of her boss that she needed a few days breather before she walk right into a wall he managed to make it work for her to be free. It was Friday and Ayla decided to break out of her habit of sitting at home and watching TV rather than go out. She never went out on her own, it usually was with friends or work buddies and even then she was pretty held back. She had heard about this bar in one of San Francisco's many neighborhood that offered both food and drinks and had a beautiful view out the water. She went up to the bar and ordered herself a drink before making her way to a seat watching as the boats went by not really paying attention to the people around her. 

[ella--louise]

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

like godfather, like godson #NiniAndMimi #SleepyHeads #YouCantSeeMiles #ButHesDyingFromLaughterUnderThoseSheets

“yeah, they’re just having a bit of playtime before going to bed”

ella leans over the sink to wipe down the residue that has leaked over while she was clearing the dishes. his voice crackles slightly over the video call, something he blames on the poor reception of the theatre. she smiles, all too familiar with the struggle.

“how’s miles? has he been fussy?”

entering the terrible twos, miles had only just begun to learn about his vocal chords and, thus, decided to scream every time something happened. this was both a good and bad thing, he was speaking more and more, but it also meant he was throwing tantrums a lot as well.

“surprisingly, no, but you know him. always on his best behaviour when uncle nini is around”

she catches the look just as harry spills into a laugh. they could never explain it, the affinity that miles had for his godfather. the way that the two just click and ella thinks that it must be something in their genes; that her son loves him as much as she does. she finishes up cleaning the sink and bids her husband goodnight.

“time to let uncle nini go home”

she calls through the house, picking up wayward toys as she makes her way to her sons room. the lack of avengers figurines outside his door catches her attention--whenever harry wasn’t home, miles had a tendency of making his own protection squad. he would explain that the avengers would protect them if anything were to happen. 

“okay, say goodnight to uncle--oh.”

nestled on the beanbag in the centre of the room, lay her brother and her son cradled on his chest. she was torn with waking them up to seperate them (miles was only just learning to sleep on his own) but she couldn’t bring herself to do it just yet. so she decides to leave them be, at least for now.

“goodnight, you two. i’ll just come back later then”

[ella--louise]

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

my pseudo-wife and i say goodbye to my husband and child as we leave to tour the country as made up  people in a fictional play in front of incredibly believing amount of people. #ChicagoLive 

“mummy, how long will you be gone for now?”

one of the many reasons why eloise prefers to be taken to the airport by herself--miles never could quite grasp the idea of goodbye. he struggled endlessly with accepting that he will have to go from seeing a parent every day to not again for a few weeks. he was a curious child; one who yearned to understand what could not.

“only for a few days, my love. you’ll be flying out to see me next week!”

crouching to his height, she cups his full cheeks into her palms and presses her nose against his. it was theirs--a small action that only they shared that meant more than could be explained. it was an i love you and a i will always protect you and a i belong to you and you belong to me and, most of all, an always.

“that’s a few days too long mummy!”

he was starting to become upset now, his cheeks falling into a perfected frown as he glances up at his father, seeking an explanation; an argument. instead, harry takes him into his arms and hugs his young son tight to his chest. before this, harry was saying goodbye and eloise was consoling a much younger miles. he knew the motions well enough. 

“why does aunty julie get to go with you and not me!”

approaching them, aristotle and juliet look confused at the mention. ella smiles and tries to play it off thought juliet can tell what was happening. she nods once to ella and moves to miles, kissing him softly on the forehead and whispering something in his ear. in an instant, the young boy grins and nods, raising his hand for a high five. 

“what did you say to him?”

eloise asks later, as they are moving down the escalator and waving goodbye to the boys who stand above them. after their arrival and the fiasco of checking in, miles had been effectively consoled of the idea that his mother would be disappearing for a few days. she couldn’t place why and it seemed like everyone knew but her. 

“i told him that his mummy was so talented that she needed to share her talent with the world. i told him to imagine how much he loved her and then times it by the thousands that love her too, though, much less”

she gapes--half embarrassed, half touched by the action. she can’t believe juliet would say such a thing, let alone break things down in such a simple way for her son. the princess tries not to let the emotion show but hugs the other anyway. juliet laughs, too.

“well, that, and the fact that when i see him next i promised him uncle aristotle would feed him as much ice cream as he can bear”

[aylaxcrsf]

lawyermilesc·:

Miles glanced over at her for a moment and smiled, “Oh that sounds lovely though, must be nice to go back and see family when you can.” He smiled for a moment and nodded, “It is a really nice city, I had never left New York really, well I have been to places in Europe but had never gone anywhere else in America until I moved here, so I don’t actually know what LA is like.” He smiled as he took another sip of his beer and laughed a little, “You’re welcome just telling the truth. Well thank you, I don’t actually. But then I don’t really put myself in positions to hear it usually.” He laughed.

“It is only a drive away, let me know if you want me to take you to see the Hollywood sign” she laughed softly playing with the straw in her drink. “Oh you mean like walking up to strange women in a bar?” Ayla continued to smile towards the male across from her. He seemed like a nice guy and on top of that incredibly good looking. Ayla was not someone who usually flirted around, but she could feel with the booze flowing in her veins it might happen tonight