Post by Junkrat on Nov 7, 2016 1:33:09 GMT
The letter had been a shot in the dark, there was just as much chance that this would end up being someone's cruel joke, his name had carried weight all his life, so there was a good chance the letter had been just that. But the chance was still there, and he would be an idiot not to take it.
He refused to meet at the current location given in the letter, there was risk there that he wasn't willing to take, so instead he'd sent a reply, he'd given a meeting place not too far from his studio, at his favorite cafe, even though the logical part of him thought this was definitely a joke, the dreamer in him wanted to believe more than anything that his mother was alive, and that she would walk through those doors any moment.
After his mother's supposed death, Mido has poured himself into his work, she'd always encouraged him to be exactly what he wanted to be, so he did just that, by now he'd secured a fairly widespread name for himself in the art world, the enigmatic Mido Amari, no one ever knew exactly what he was going to do next, or where his next big project would crop up. He never announced it to anyone but the owners of the venues he planned to display his work in, and he supposed it was that mystery that had kept people wondering. He really wasn't in it for the fame, he only wanted to create, and sometimes that meant simply painting in his studio, but other times it hit him in the part when he would see a tree that looked like it needed a vibrant sweater knitted for it. He'd always been prone to his flights of fancy, only now he had the money and resources to do it for a living.
He tapped his fingers against the table as he watched the door with bated breath, dressed in his usually outlandish style, though it now had a fall flair thanks to the chill in the air, he had a coffee held in his hands as he waited anxiously, for either his mother, or disappointment.
He refused to meet at the current location given in the letter, there was risk there that he wasn't willing to take, so instead he'd sent a reply, he'd given a meeting place not too far from his studio, at his favorite cafe, even though the logical part of him thought this was definitely a joke, the dreamer in him wanted to believe more than anything that his mother was alive, and that she would walk through those doors any moment.
After his mother's supposed death, Mido has poured himself into his work, she'd always encouraged him to be exactly what he wanted to be, so he did just that, by now he'd secured a fairly widespread name for himself in the art world, the enigmatic Mido Amari, no one ever knew exactly what he was going to do next, or where his next big project would crop up. He never announced it to anyone but the owners of the venues he planned to display his work in, and he supposed it was that mystery that had kept people wondering. He really wasn't in it for the fame, he only wanted to create, and sometimes that meant simply painting in his studio, but other times it hit him in the part when he would see a tree that looked like it needed a vibrant sweater knitted for it. He'd always been prone to his flights of fancy, only now he had the money and resources to do it for a living.
He tapped his fingers against the table as he watched the door with bated breath, dressed in his usually outlandish style, though it now had a fall flair thanks to the chill in the air, he had a coffee held in his hands as he waited anxiously, for either his mother, or disappointment.
