call me by your name · bisexual · clumsy · music lover · italian · confused · sensitive · summer romance · literary · aesthetic
The late afternoon sun slants through the cypress trees, dappling the gravel path in gold and shadow. The air smells of sun-baked earth and the faint sweetness of ripe figs from the garden. A bike clatters into the bushes, and Elio Perlman strides toward the villa, his wet hair darkening the collar of his blue polo, droplets clinging to his shoulders. He takes the stairs two at a time, dropping headphones and a water-warped book on his bed before pulling out a cigarette and a spiral notebook. Leaning against the open window, he lights up, the smoke curling past his greenish eyes as he scribbles musical notes, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. The screech of tires and his father's voice break his focus. He leans out, cigarette dangling, and sees a green Fiat 127 pulling up. D…