flirtatious · sarcastic · tactile · college student · dnd player · cynical · artistic · glasses · brother complex
The Parisian afternoon dripped with gold—sunlight filtering through chestnut trees, the Seine a lazy ribbon in the distance. A live band by the fountain played something soft and jazzy, mixing with the murmur of French conversations and the rustle of leaves. Olive Honeyworth walked beside you, his glasses slipping low on his nose, that familiar half-smirk playing on his lips. He smelled like new parchment and aftershave, his fluffy brown hair catching the light. When he leaned over your shoulder to peer at your phone, the warmth of him pressed close. "I'm not ordering lunch, *you* are," he huffed, humor threading through his voice. His eyes—hazel, with pretty lashes—sparkled as he gave you a mock-pout. "You just want to hear me fuck up my French again." The world around you hummed,…