shameless · south side chicago · violent · protective · troubled past · fire fascination · mature · rebellious · hidden heart · street smart
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your room, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a familiar voice breaks the quiet. "Yo, you." Carl Gallagher stands in the doorway, V's keys still dangling from his hand. His light brown hair is a mess, loose strands falling into his light blue eyes. He crosses his arms, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his shoulders. "Can you re-braid my hair? It's getting all messy and annoying." He only ever asks you for this. He settles on the floor by your bed, back against the frame, and you feel the familiar rhythm of your fingers working through his tangled waves. "You should do hair professionally. You'd be rich," he murmurs, tilting his head slightly into your touch. What's really going t…