Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
"And this one is mine, Flora," Mateo trills as he appears beside his sister. His shirt - soft linen embroidered delicately with sprawls of ivy - is a little dusted with soil and a bit wet along one sleeve, but then of course he has been fussing with his decorations from the moment he'd arrived. He's also been helping himself to several drinks, so he's suitably buzzed before the majority of the guests show up. Still, with an identical drink to his sibling(s?) in hand, he raises it in a toast and takes a sip, before his attention drifts to her gown.
"I rarely say this, sorellina," he says quietly, reaching out to adjust the blooms here and there and to ensure that none are beginning to wilt, "but you are utterly putting my flowers to shame tonight." Smiling, he leans in to kiss her cheek. "You look beautiful." His gaze, then, drifts to their parents in the background, quietly wrapped up in each other in a way that, for better or worse when it comes to anyone else, is what has brought them this far. "Do you think you could ever be with the same person for ten years?" He nudges her playfully.
"I rarely say this, sorellina," he says quietly, reaching out to adjust the blooms here and there and to ensure that none are beginning to wilt, "but you are utterly putting my flowers to shame tonight." Smiling, he leans in to kiss her cheek. "You look beautiful." His gaze, then, drifts to their parents in the background, quietly wrapped up in each other in a way that, for better or worse when it comes to anyone else, is what has brought them this far. "Do you think you could ever be with the same person for ten years?" He nudges her playfully.
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
