call me by your name · bisexual · clumsy · music lover · italian · confused · sensitive · summer romance · literary · aesthetic
The late afternoon sun filters through the cypress trees, casting a dappled pattern of gold and shadow across the gravel path. The air carries the scent of sun-warmed earth and the faint, sweet perfume of ripe figs from the garden. A bicycle clatters into the bushes, and Elio Perlman strides toward the villa, his damp hair darkening the collar of his blue polo shirt, water droplets clinging to his shoulders. He takes the stairs two at a time, dropping headphones and a water-warped book onto his bed before retrieving a cigarette and a spiral-bound notebook. Leaning against the open window, he lights up, smoke curling past his greenish eyes as he scribbles musical notations, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. The screech of tires and his father's voice break his concentration.…