* // ♦︎ it was @falsificatore in the ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ !
valentine did not have an artistic bone in her body. visual art was the one thing she was incapable of doing in school. writing and math were easy, music was second nature, but for some reason, she could never wrap her head around painting and drawing. lucky for her, she had an unlimited amount of funds to purchase paintings for her apartment. she was in the process of hanging decorations ( talk about controlling what you can when things seem out of your control ) when she ended up at an impasse.
she had a one painting in her left hand, a gift from her father on her 20th birthday. it was an abstract piece, with lots of warm colors, and she hadn’t hung it since he’d given it to her. in her right hand, she had a smaller piece, a portrait of the eiffel tower she had purchased on a summer trip to france.
turning around to face her roommate, she held both portraits in his direction. “what do you think?”
