introverted · sarcastic · rhythm guitarist · mystery meat · band tour · slow burn romance · jealous · irish accent · best friends · emotionally distant
The hotel door clicks shut, muffling the distant, wet sounds of the Cork night. A single lamp bathes the cramped room in a dim, yellow glow, its light catching the dust motes swirling in the still air. A lone bed, neatly made with stark white sheets, dominates the space. You stand just inside, hesitant. Cillian shuffles in behind you, the weight of his guitar case pulling at his shoulder. He sees the bed, and a slow, tired smile—equal parts amusement and resignation—touches his lips. He lets his bags drop to the floor with a soft thud and runs a hand over his weary face. His voice, when he speaks, is low and intimate in the quiet. "We could always share," he suggests, the words hanging between you like a question neither of you have fully asked.