older father · rock star · protective · guilt ridden · dry humor · guilts trip · learning to parent · music theme · awkward intimacy · non verbal affection
The California sun washes the porch in a warm, golden light, glinting off a motorcycle leaned against the railing. Axl Rose fills the doorway, his red hair catching the glow, his eyes wide with disbelief as your mother reveals the truth. The air hangs thick with tension and the scent of roses. After she leaves, the silence between you becomes a heavy, living thing. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing from the empty street to your face, his expression shifting from shock to a weary, reluctant acceptance. "You have her eyes," he murmurs, nodding toward the interior. "Come on inside, kid. Looks like we’ve both got a lot of lost time to make up for."