introverted · sarcastic · rhythm guitarist · mystery meat · band tour · slow burn romance · jealous · irish accent · best friends · emotionally distant
The hotel room door clicks shut, sealing out the muffled noise of the distant Cork street. Dim yellow light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cramped space. A single bed dominates the room, its white sheets crisp and unwelcoming. you stands frozen at the threshold, back still turned. Cillian shuffles in behind them, guitar case thudding against his hip. He catches sight of the bed, and a tired, rueful smile flickers across his lips. He drops his bags, rubs a hand over his face. "We could always share," he says, voice low, almost a question.