#milo;

I love finished project day c:

Milo and Idolia are COMPLETE (I'll be changing milo's secondary to lode eventually, and may tweak eye types at some point, but I'm not super pressed about it rn.)

The only good thing about this night was the view. The restaurant was stunning and the sight of the the bay outside of the windows almost made up for the fact that Dario was in fact sitting alone in it. A glass of red wine, a third really, before on the table next to an empty dinner plate. He swore if the waiter walked past one more time and gave him that look he might have just screamed. He didn’t do very well with being embarrassed and the very last thing he ever expected was to be stood up. 

Call it pride. Call it arrogance. Call it what you will, Dario had never felt like this before. He’d sent countless messages and even called twice and still had no response. He felt incredibly stupid. And not just stupid but a little tipsy to boot. Which probably furthered the amount of messages he’d sent to his should be date. It was annoying. It was hurtful but most of all he just couldn’t figure out why. If they hadn’t wanted to go out then he could have respected that but not this. Dario pulled his phone out one more time to just see if in his tipsy rant he’d missed something. But when he pulled up the messages it wasn’t his date’s number he was looking at. It was Milo’s. And that was a whole nother sort of guilt. He shouldn’t have been on the date at all but they’d agreed until they absolutely had to that they could do what they wanted. It wasn’t like they were supposed to be married any time soon but still Dario felt as though he’d betrayed Milo in that moment.

The wine glass met his lips and he drained the rest of it’s contents, staring at the characters in their messages. They were mostly emojis and a few heated words. They liked to push each other’s buttons as of late. But Dario needed someone. He wasn’t afraid to admit that and he thought if anyone could slightly understand, it might have been Milo. Without a second thought he’d pushed to call him and watched the phone ring in his hands three times. The waiter came to the table and almost made him jump out of his skin, causing his thumb to end the call prematurely. Dario placed the phone face down and asked to just have the bottle brought to his table, so he could sulk in silence. He’d make it worth the staff’s while to just give him a moment of peace. He wasn’t quite sure he was ready to go home and reticuled or look at that blasted phone one more time.  

Slow sipping and nearly the entire bottle later, Dario had forgotten about the failed date and instead found himself watching the waves lick the shore from a distance. He would get so wrapped up in school and futbol, his family and the crap they pulled that he’d often forget he lived in a beautiful place. And that maybe things could be a lot worse. To be fair they weren’t great. The fact that he was nearing the state of plastered on a weekday spoke volumes to that. But still he’d forgotten himself a bit. it made him sad. But still someone else had it worse. At least to Dario that was true. And there was the phone again in his hand. This time instead of calling Dario sent Milo a simple message. 

"If you take a few more lefts than most, you'll find yourself in Motherditch- I ain't recommending it, of course, all sorts a' strange folk in the bayou, even stranger stories bein' told amongst 'em. but you got a particularly stubborn curse, an' stubborn magic needs stubborn folk to break it. soundin' a lot like you ain't got any options but the Ditch, darlin."

⋆.˚༄. Milo was just about to finish his shift when he realized a young woman coming into the shop , looking lost — ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ sʜᴇᴇᴘɪsʜ & ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, probably feeling judged. Being the gentleman he was he noticed she was shivering and how sad the sky was outside with how hard it was pouring.. he hesitated before speaking up quietly.          ❝ Are you okay, lady? You could catch a cold if you aren’t careful.. here come in.. ❞           Grasping at one of the chairs, leading her down to sit into it before sighing softly.