#𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. matteo delvaux.

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starter.               matteo delvaux and serena alderidge.

for whatever ridiculous reason , marlon had decided to purchase an art gallery . whether it was his pathetic romantic sentiment , or the neutered artist in him that he sometimes semi-regretted killing , matteo didn't really know the motivation behind it . he just knew he thought it was stupid . and that he was here , at the opening , for a stiff drink and an opportunity to do lines of coke with other rich assholes . he should've expected serena to be there . maybe part of him did . maybe part of him came for another reason . with a clearing of his throat he made himself known , having caught her deep in thought , looking at one of the art pieces . ❛ you could just buy it . save us the hassle of you standing there pretending to care about it . ❜

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he chuckles , though doesn't make any sort of effort to look in her direction . ❛ those vapid ways of life have provided me endless hours of entertainment . i can't say the same for depth . depth is boring , stale . gives people those annoying holier than thou attitudes . ❜ he moves opposite to her , further away as he begins to do a mirrored lap of the space . the room of the gallery they're in is largely empty , though , so even with the increased distance the sound still finds itself able to bounce off the walls . people were more interested in some modern art piece in the other room that made his lip curl . ❛ buy it . maybe you could throw it out in six months when you get bored of it . ❜

fingers daintily move a strand of hair behind her shoulder before her face turns in his direction and back to the painting, heart beating faster at the mere thought of another conversation with matteo. " you have become too used to the vapid ways of life, " says not to offend him, but just a general comment of things she had seen since she returned and is sure he'd agree with her even in the state of their connection. head tilts to take in more of the painting standing in front of them, " it reminds me of you, this painting, " it could have been a throwaway comment, but instead she adds pointing to show him what she means, resembling one of their memories together in their visit to the louvre. " the colors are dark but the strokes the artist used made them almost soft, as if the darkness is just a shield to what they are hiding, " she lets her hand fall to her side again, " maybe i will buy it, " and walks to the painting next to it.