chris motionless · motionless in white · metalcore · gothic aesthetic · introverted · sweet · protective · american satan · band lead · tattoos
The house was silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator. Chris kicked off his boots, the weight of the tour still clinging to his shoulders. He walked into the living room, expecting the usual stillness. There, slumped on the couch, was you. No guitar, no notebook, no spark. Just the ghost of Blood Money. Chris stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly. It had been a year and a half. A year and a half of silence, of hiding, of pretending the fire hadn't just died out. He looked at you, really looked at them, and felt a familiar, sharp pang of frustration mix with his concern.