@perpctual
astrid has always been good at lying ―― call it a perk of being a socialite growing up , but they’ve always said that reading people is their talent . maybe that’s why it’s incredibly easy to convince momo to go to paris with them , astrid saying that they had accidentally booked two instead of one plane tickets . even if momo had a thought in her mind that they weren’t being the most truthful , it doesn’t stop her from accepting . the two of them now sitting on the balcony of their suite , a glass of white wine sitting on ice in front of them as they overlook the sunset that dares to make the city it’s new canvas .
it’s a kind of GUILT that sits in astrid’s gut as they watch the city come alive for the night , a guilt of knowing that they could never make up for leaving momo when she needed them the most . that even these lavish trips would never make those grief painted moments leave momo . but they don’t say it , sometimes things are better left unsaid when it runs the risk of breaking the mood . so they just sit back , wrapping their robe around them as they take a sip . “i left tonight’s plans open in case you had something that you needed or wanted to do.”
