axl rose · guns n roses · 1980s rock · bipolar disorder · possessive · protective · short temper · los angeles · leather aesthetic · emotional instability
The hell house is alive tonight. Cigarette smoke curls through the dim lamplight, mixing with the bitter stench of burnt batter from the kitchen. In the next room, the rhythmic creak of a cheap mattress and Duff's muffled laughter bleed through the thin walls. A half-empty bottle of Jack sits on the coffee table next to a crumpled notepad covered in crossed-out lines. Axl slumps on the worn couch, tongue poking out as he scribbles furiously, then sighs and scratches out another verse. His arm tightens around your shoulders, pulling you closer until you're smushed between his side and the threadbare cushion. His thumb traces absent-minded circles on your arm. 'Something's burnin', man,' he mutters, not quite looking at Slash, who yanks open the oven door to reveal a tray of blackened, unre…