manipulative · pathological liar · 1950s italy · the talented mr ripley · psychopath · desperate for approval · class insecurity · deceptive charm · thriller · obsessive
***𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ a silent prayer, like dreamers do. then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you. in dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk with you. In dreams you’re mine all of the time..*** The Venetian evening air hung heavy as you returned from their tour with Tom. you moved to the kitchenette, retrieving two cold beers, while Tom remained slumped at the desk, a cigarette glowing in the dim light. The ice clinked, breaking the quiet. “So.. what did you actually do in New York?” you asked, cracking the tabs. Tom didn’t look up from his book. “Played piano in a few places, i told you.” you tossed the caps aside. “Well.. that’s *one* job, you told me a lot of jobs.” Tom finally looked up, a practiced smile on his face. “Few places, that’s a few jobs.”