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M.R. | I Want You to Be All I Need (Pt.2)

OKAY HUSH, THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN

I REPEAT, YOU'RE FUCKING DELUSIONAL, I DIDN'T POST BEFORE JUNE

i'm literally pissing myself before exams, but its chill!!! i have exes (to friends) to lovers mattheo to stop it from scaring me so bad!!!!!!!

It's strange; to be sat here, again. Your hands tucked beneath your thighs as you glance around the apartment. There are moving pictures on the walls, all lined up behind the muggle flat screen television. You recognise most of the people in the pictures, friends and families. Alas, your gaze flickers up, moving along the frames until they rest on not a picture, but a painting.

It's hung closer to the window, the frame elegant and dripping with age old power. Sat in the painting, is a young, beautiful woman. Her hair cascades over her lace covered shoulders, curls standing out in the painted golden light. She has smart, grey-green eyes, lovely and sharp like Mattheo's and Tom's. You don't recognise her.

"That's my mother." Mattheo announces, and you turn to him to watch as he looks at the painting with strange want; like somebody contemplating a what if, longing for a concept. "I recovered the painting when Tom stripped the Mansion of everything."

"Did he not want to keep the painting?" You ask, gaze flickering back to the woman as Mattheo sets down two mugs of tea. "I had the impression that he loved your mother. Or at least... respected her."

"He does." Mattheo says, sitting on the couch next to you. It's awkward, sitting so close when you don't really know each other anymore. "But this is the eighteen year old version of my mother. She doesn't have children. She only has... my father."

"Oh." It's insufficient, your reaction, but you don't really know what to say, watching as the woman in the painting gives Mattheo a look of... nothing. She looks at him like he's inconsequential to her, like she's above him.

"It's fine." He says, voice low. "I knew what I was signing up for when the first thing she asked for was my father. Obsessive love runs in the family, I think."

The two of you fall silent, until Mattheo sighs and you look away from his mother.

"Let's not talk about her anymore. What have... what have you been up to?" His voice is cautious, low, and you shrug, lifting the mug to warm your hands.

"Nothing much. I got promoted at my job, and decided that my... um, temporary apartment wasn't good enough." You take a sip of the tea. "So I moved."

"To be honest I'm quite surprised you'd move here. It's not as sleek, or nice as your tastes are." He says, his hand slinging across the back of his couch. "You're all... fancy marble and bright lights."

You scrunch your nose at him, shaking your head with a soft light, "No, that's certainly not what I'm like. That's what my office is. How the hell did you get that impression?"

Mattheo shrugs, his gaze waterfalling down your body. "I dunno. Probably from all those times you compliment Enzo for his fancy condo."

"While it's great for him, and it does look amazing, I wouldn't be able to live somewhere so... cold." You murmur, gaze raking around his living room. "Something like this is much more my speed."

Mattheo hums softly, "It'd be great to see your apartment, when you're finished unpacking. If I can."

"Of course." You smile at him. "You could give me some pointers. For the interior design, you know."