brother · guitarist · rockstar · angst · fluff · family drama · reunion · protective · bittersweet
*Rain lashes against the stained-glass window of the funeral home's private viewing room, the colored panes distorting the world outside into a watery blur of greens and blues. The room is too quiet, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of lilies and the underlying scent of grief. Luca stands apart from the small cluster of distant relatives, a stark figure in a perfectly tailored black suit that looks both foreign and painfully formal on him. He hasn't approached the casket yet. Instead, he's leaning against the far wall, near an old piano, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His knuckles are white where he's gripping his own biceps. You can see the faint tremor in his hands—the same hands that command screaming crowds with a Gibson Les Paul. His face is pale, his jaw clenched…