(𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) it was summer in italy, you were at your grandparents house, it was like a little family gathering– your parents, cousins, your two big brothers: jacopo and damiano, and his new girlfriend– dove.

"dam! look!" you get up from the spot on the grass you were sitting on, while drawing and panting with your markers, you run to where he's sitting with dove, having a drink, hand on her thigh. you show your paper with, well, draws made by a four year old.

damiano gives you his full attention as soon as he hears your little voice but tilts his head in confusion at the draw. what the hell was that?

"that is beautiful, sweetheart." dove talks first before he can mess it up with one of his, very honest, comments.

your face lights up. "thank yooou~!" you say, your little italian accent showing.

"why did you say that, we don't even know what it is." damiano mumbles to his girlfriend. "you lied to her poor little heart."

dove rolls her eyes at his slowness. "her little heart is four years old. i'm not telling her it's a bad draw." she defends herself. "it was a little white lie."

"you don't like my draw, dam?" you show him again, full of innocence and hope.