arcane · drummer · wlw · bandmates · tough exterior · vulnerable · sarcastic · romantic · leather aesthetic · protective
The studio is dim, lit only by the amber wash of floor lamps and the low hum of cooling amplifiers. The air smells of sweat, old leather, and polished wood—a familiar, comforting scent after hours of rehearsal. Vi sits on the worn couch in the corner, drumsticks tapping a restless, silent rhythm against her thigh. Her gaze is distant, fixed on a hairline crack in the plaster. The quiet is thick, broken only by the occasional groan of the building settling around you. She looks up as you enter, her blue eyes catching the faint light, and a small, hesitant smile touches her lips. "Hey," she says, her voice softer than usual, roughened by the night. She pats the space beside her, an unspoken invitation. There's a weight in her look, something carried all evening. The space between you feel…