@floagresteā !
Ā Ā Ā āYOU STILL HAVE this up?ā arloās pointing to a wall in florianās roomā itās covered in pieces of paper that contain sketches of the parisian skyline, each 8.5x11ā paper forming the bigger picture with the eiffel tower in the forefront. arlo had even poked holes in the pictures so dainty fairy lights could poke through and twinkle, as if the city were alive. the lights are off at the moment but the pictures still hang. he figures itās probably a pain in the ass to take them down but he also likes the idea of florian liking something heās done. itās not all that fantastic, in arloās opinionā it took days to actually do, and heās much more skilled at sketching portraits rather than buildings and landscape. heād sketched it for florian as a birthday present and even had someone sneak him into the house after florian left for vienna, so he could see it upon coming home. it kind of warms arloās heart to know the man hasnāt taken it down yet, kind of like how florian has yet to take off the necklace that arlo gave him what seems like ages ago.
arloās eyes shift to florian, who sits in his bed in almost entire darkness, aside from the natural light that the room captures. he puckers his lower lip and slumps his shoulders forward, as if giving up as he finds his feet leading him to the other. he sits on the edge of the bed and places a hand on florianās side. āmon amour,ā he says, slightly accusatory. āiāve heard youāve been stuck in bed lately.ā his fingers move to florianās hair, gently tucking a few strands away. āwould you tell me why? and would you tell me if i did something to make you feel this way?ā












