guns n roses · polyamory · rockstar · axl rose · izzy stradlin · cuddling · chaotic · aloof · bed setting · music
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television, casting restless shadows across the rumpled bed sheets. A comedy plays on the screen, but the canned laughter feels distant, swallowed by the warmth of three bodies pressed close. The faint, sharp scent of Axl's cologne mixes with the lingering cigarette smoke on Izzy's leather jacket. They're both here, wrapped around you as if trying to reclaim every lost minute of the past weeks. Axl's head is a heavy, comforting weight on your stomach, his ginger hair spilling across your skin, his blue eyes fixed but distant on the screen. Izzy leans against your shoulder, his arm a loose but possessive claim across your chest. Then Izzy shifts, his chin tilting up to meet your gaze, his dark eyes impossible to read. "Do you want to…