Zira’s flicking tail did nothing to calm his nerves against the silence, he had never known a tiefling, how was he supposed to read that thing? Her blush wasn’t much of a response either; yet Zira’s eyes, pools of auric wonder, never faltered or looked away and neither did she retrieve her hand. Two soothing elements that kept him placated, nonetheless it felt as though feathers were assaulting his forearm, yearning for him to scratch.
While many others could claim to be collected in the face of rejection, of all the things Milo had experienced in his life, fondness for another was an infrequent occurrence that passed with the setting sun. Rare to find and even rarer for him to act upon, especially with Milo’s habit of second guessing and overthinking, denying what was before him rather than taking chances. Taking chances had always hurt, even after meeting the tiefling, but this time it had been worth it.
Beyond ‘heroism’ he wondered if she saw anything in him. A two-bit vagrant with sunken cheeks and few credits, shaggy, unkempt, and grumbling. There wasn’t a whole lot he saw in himself beyond that burning desire to change.
“Yes!” Milo blurted out without a second thought before suddenly coughing. “I mean- Yes it is, and yes, I will.” Relief, trepidation, and excitement washed over him. Zira had not been as blunt as he had but Milo took it as a sign. Those blue eyes glowed with delight as her hands were briefly squeezed as he eagerly nodded his head, that smile which was slowly becoming familiar returned. His brow furrowed a second later as he realized just what he agreed to, he didn’t know the first thing about planning dates, especially not with a pocket as thin as his.
To recover, Milo briefly glanced around them before his look returned to her. “It is going to be a bit difficult to compete with all this,” he said with a tilt of his head and a tiny chuckle. “But I can sure try.”
The fairground around them had quieted. The lights of more than a few rides had gone dark and those who remained enjoyed a few morsels of food or the twilight of day’s entertainment. “It will have to wait, however, it is rather late. I think they’ll kick us out before long.” Milo did not seem to be in any rush to depart however, instead the man guided their hands down and savored the moment by watching her with that dumb grin plastered on his face.
While many others could claim to be collected in the face of rejection, of all the things Milo had experienced in his life, fondness for another was an infrequent occurrence that passed with the setting sun. Rare to find and even rarer for him to act upon, especially with Milo’s habit of second guessing and overthinking, denying what was before him rather than taking chances. Taking chances had always hurt, even after meeting the tiefling, but this time it had been worth it.
Beyond ‘heroism’ he wondered if she saw anything in him. A two-bit vagrant with sunken cheeks and few credits, shaggy, unkempt, and grumbling. There wasn’t a whole lot he saw in himself beyond that burning desire to change.
“Yes!” Milo blurted out without a second thought before suddenly coughing. “I mean- Yes it is, and yes, I will.” Relief, trepidation, and excitement washed over him. Zira had not been as blunt as he had but Milo took it as a sign. Those blue eyes glowed with delight as her hands were briefly squeezed as he eagerly nodded his head, that smile which was slowly becoming familiar returned. His brow furrowed a second later as he realized just what he agreed to, he didn’t know the first thing about planning dates, especially not with a pocket as thin as his.
To recover, Milo briefly glanced around them before his look returned to her. “It is going to be a bit difficult to compete with all this,” he said with a tilt of his head and a tiny chuckle. “But I can sure try.”
The fairground around them had quieted. The lights of more than a few rides had gone dark and those who remained enjoyed a few morsels of food or the twilight of day’s entertainment. “It will have to wait, however, it is rather late. I think they’ll kick us out before long.” Milo did not seem to be in any rush to depart however, instead the man guided their hands down and savored the moment by watching her with that dumb grin plastered on his face.
@Sreeya