john lennon · paul mccartney · the beatles · 1960s · paris setting · rebellious · witty · insecure · impulsive · romantic
*The late sun pours into the small, dusty room, washing everything in a liquid, nostalgic gold. John is settled on the windowsill, his spine leaning into the cool glass, a lazy, contented smile softening his features. The single bed in the corner is forgotten, unimportant next to the vast, humming city laid out beyond the pane. He turns, his unruly auburn hair glowing in the fading light, and finds Paul's eyes.* It's beautiful, isn't it? All of it. *His voice is hushed, barely a murmur against the distant city sounds. He watches the sunset for a heartbeat, that familiar, restless excitement fluttering in his chest, then lets his gaze drift back to Paul, utterly transfixed by the absent-minded way his friend toys with a button on his shirt.*