#mp-santino

[dakotaxmp]

Solo Tu - ‘Kota//’Tino

To my twin flame @mp-santino, started from the bottom, now we..

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 He trusts him but it doesn’t stop him from lifting the curve of his eyebrow at him before he smirks. The brunette is utterly intrigued and so he keeps in step with his boyfriend and squeezes his hand just a little to let him know he’s on board with this adventure.

 “Well aren’t we spontaneous?” the timbre of his deep voice is amused as he walks along the pathway to the park.

 Ah, he knows this place well. The park holds a ton of wonderful memories for him so going that way can only hold more of them. Right? Duh. As Santino carefully places things down on the table Dakota’s curiosity grows- he was never very good at acting like he wasn’t two seconds away from opening things when people have said they were for him. Still, though, he bites at the softness of his bottom lip and waits letting his eyes glance from the collection of Tupperware to his hands that organize it. Mmmm, those are niiiiiiiice. A little smile threatens to give him away and turns his head to look at some patch of grass before he hears Tino talking once more.

 “Oh!” he says when the other is done explaining and fully smiles at him now. Touched by the action and thought of it all Dakota realizes he has been lured into a surprise date and blushes visibly in reaction. OH! Oh heck! He cooked for me! “Tino...I,” he starts and then laughs at his own articulation of his feelings. “You did this for me?”

  He had been remarkably homesick despite being surrounded in his workplace with things like his home. It wasn’t the same cooking your own food -even if it was excellent- as it was to have someone who knows just what you crave making it for you. He loves food and loves the tenderness of this.

[mpxkrystal]

bad memories || Santino & Krystal

continued from here with the lovely @mp-santino

“Oh, I didn’t say it wasn’t painful. But you know the saying - ‘love is blind’? That is what I’m referring to.” Krystal downed the rest of the whiskey in her glass, raising it to signal him she’d like another. “Double, please. Whiskey.” She didn’t want to be one of those people that drank and dumped their shit on innocent bartenders but, here she was. “Sorry about that, just dealing with an ex. That bullshit on top of doing a double shift at the ER has left me a bit cynical tonight.” She rested her chin on her palm, her elbow leaning on the bar - gaze following the bartender in front of her.

“Bet you get the pitiful type on night’s like this pretty often huh?” She swirled her drink in her empty hand as she gestured to the semi-quiet bar around them. This bar was quickly becoming a favorite of hers, the live music and rock playing over the speakers when there was no band, the grungey rock/biker vibe taking her back to her childhood of sports bars with her father on the weekends. Only the happy times though, she wouldn’t give the bad memories the time of day right now. Krystal had finished her double shift at the hospital, went home and slept only to wake up to 12 missed texts and 5 missed calls from her ex-boyfriend. 

An ex she really didn’t have the energy to talk to or think about, emotions still pretty fresh for her. He’s not worth my time. He’s not worth my time. She’d been chanting it in her head as she stared at the texts, and listened to his desperate voicemails. Her phone was burning a hole in her pocket but, she began to ignore it, opting to watch the bartender in front of her work instead.

[dakotaxmp]

Shutterbug/Smile Pretty - ‘Kota// ‘Tino

Smile pretty @mp-santino

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  He’s still giggling as he reaches for the instant camera to snap up this moment they have. They had been laughing over stupid videos on the internet and smoking for a while when he gets the idea to take a photo- he wants to remember this. He hasn’t smiled for a bit really and he wonders just what it looks like in the moment.

  And he thinks that the smile that blooms on Santino’s face is pretty great.

  Lifting the camera up so the bubble of the tiny mirror fills up with both of them Dakota waits until Santino is closer then looks at the bubble again. it’s splitting them off at the edges in a way he doesn’t like and he puffs his lips a bit. He turns his head toward the other right as he scoots closer, watching him adjust to being next to him. He’s so... Dakota’s other arm loops around Santino’s shoulders to draw him close.

  “Hey,” he says to gain the other’s attention. “Look at me I got something that will make you smile.”

  And when the other does look at him the younger grins, a soft high look on his face before he chuckles and slides his finger to be ready on the shutter button. “It’s me.”

[dakotaxmp]

Mixed Messages - ‘Kota//’Tino

Started from the bottom, now we here. Continued with @mp-santino

[🗨 - Sr.Calavera] oh hey..

[🗨 - Sr.Calavera] Si, si..I remember..um

[🗨 - Sr.Calavera] how are you?

//

  Dakota looks at his phone as the screen lights up. It’s late and he’s half asleep and half nervous when he sends the texts, fully expecting to not receive an answer until morning. If he got one from the other at all anyway. So when he checks the screen and sees the other has answered, he wakes up just a little more.

[💬: BachataBoy:] Half asleep honestly

[💬: BachataBoy:] But...uh little more brave when sleepy so I said hi 

[💬: BachataBoy:] How are you tonight?

  He sets the phone on his chest for a second, lifting his hands to rub at his eyes. The other probably thinks he a moron for texting this late. Dakota groans at that idea and rolls the other way, phone sliding off his chest onto the bed. It slides into the empty space beside him and the youth looks at it quietly. It’s cold on that side right now.

  Reaching for the phone he takes it and rolls back over again, drawing the covers up higher on himself. 

[dakotaxmp]

Pan de Miel - ‘Kota// Santino

-Starter for the literal home boy @mp-santino

//

 The bright crush of orange marigolds that seem to cascade from the three-tier altar Dakota has set up just to the right of the main entrance of Honeypot is eye-catching to say the very least. The arrangement is of moderate size with the highest tier just an inch or so above Dakota’s head when he’s standing. At it’s lower level, coming up to the knees on most people, is a collection of massive wax-made Calaveras. Each features bright and inviting colors in its intricate carved designs and have golden marigolds resting in the eye sockets. Among this collection are carefully placed small saucers of salts, incense cones, double wicked candles, and spices. On either side of this are a bucket of oranges.       

   Above this level is the second tier; the layer for departed souls. Strange that in a city of gods and demigods that there would be a need for a second layer, but just the same-- Dakota was half human. In his short life, he had watched a good handful of his family and friends pass away from natural causes to shootings to plain disappearances. He was certain that others on the island like himself had people to remember and so on this layer, he places framed photos of his departed and missing loved one as well as tiny rolled papers with prayers for those on the island who may be mourning in silence.

  Just in front of these photos and rolled prayers are plates with food and drink offerings; tequila for his brother, small cartons of apple juice for his sweet twin siblings that never made it home, pan de muerto for the others, sweets and bricks of chili chocolate in wheels stacked like coins to welcome spiritual visitors back once more. More bright flowers surround these things along with taller single wick candles in glass tubes with various religious figures on them.

 At the very very top replacing the traditional statuette of Virgen de Guadalupe is a six-inch tall female figurina with a celestial hoop of rays and stars that encircle and radiate from her head like a crown of divinity. Her small form is dressed in green and her middle is round with life to be had. The hush of her tiny painted eyelashes are cast down to look at the catrina that stares upwards at her from the foot of the lower tier.

 Next to this magnificent display of pride and remembrance Dakota is on a ladder carefully weaving more marigolds made of orange and yellow and white paper on an archway he has set up to guide visitors, both living and departed, to the door of Honeypot. As he works he sings, uncaring as to whether or not anyone may hear him.

  “...So tell my baby sister not to do...what I have done,” he carries, plucking a paper flower from the bucket on the top of the ladder. “...And shun that house in New Orleans...they call the rising sun…”

[dakotaxmp]

Home for Christmas - ‘Kota//Tino

Ope- welp @mp-santino

//

  That sad smile makes him worry and Dakota knows that he wants to ask what he is going to. As the other looks off and seems to be thinking Dakota reaches for a bag full of tiny bows that he had been popping on presents for others earlier. He presses one to each of his cheeks while he waits for the other to finally look at him again. He looks ridiculous but it makes him a little more brave- and he needs to be.

  “I was thinking...you could..come over,” he says then adds sheepishly. “For Christmas. Since you are new here and might not have someone to celebrate with and I’m...’

  He swallows some pride and a lot of hurt, “Kind of alone for the holiday. So I figure we could celebrate together. If you felt..like it.”

[mpxrowoon]

The Bottomless Well

starter for @mp-santino ft Rowoon & Santino

“How many of these before I am supposed to feel something?” Rowoon murmurs, as between two large fingers he lifts the now empty shot glass from the bar and eyes it dubiously. He isn’t much of a drinker, not properly anyway. Business culture meant he frequently drank to do deals or celebrate company wins, but he never really saw the attraction. His mother said he had legs like two great trees, tall, strong... but also hollow, so alcohol just never really effected him!

Now in this new place he struggles to exert himself socially, he feels the pain of his mother’s loss and a hopelessness that comes with lacking any real purpose, so isn’t he supposed to drink?! He’d come to this nice looking bar in hopes of finding some sort of attraction to the spirit of drinking to excess, but really all he seems to have is heart burn so far. So with a sigh the demigod sets the glass down before raising his hand for another, that would be what? Six now? “Ach-” grumbling with an irritated frown, Rowoon lifts a hand to rub at his ear, it’s loud, his sensitive bat hearing not at all liking the tinny bass of the music or clinks of glasses surrounding him. 

“I don’t see why I could not just stay in Xibalba-” he grumbles, sourly to himself. Maybe alcohol was having an effect, he feels rotten. 

[mpchangmin]

“ don’t give me that look. ”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

@mp-santino

“What? I wasn’t giving you any look.” Changmin said as he acted a little aloof and shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps he had been giving him some kind of look but it wasn’t like he had actually said anything, right? The therapist had shifted his gaze away now and looked back down to his at the book between his hands, fingers turning to the next page. Changmin didn’t know too much about Santino, and he tried to make it a point not to psycho analyze every person around him. No matter how tempting... Anywho, the suggestion of going drinking was one Changmin felt said something about their differences. Changmin could enjoy it, for sure, but he didn’t typically blow off his other planned activities like reading his many new books of which half were suggested by his father. To take Changmin out, you had to catch him at a lucky time in which for one reason or another he didn’t already have a plan or you’d probably have to plan it with him a little in advance. Hey, he didn’t plan everything out. It’s just that he enjoyed his work. He needed to plan socializing to make sure he had enough time around it for his work. “I feel like you’re always trying to get me to your place of work. Or are you just trying to get me drunk?”