shy · stubborn · creative · dystopian · secret rebel · musician · trauma · domestic symbiosis · my chemical romance
The oppressive grey of Dema faded into the worn, yellow-striped wallpaper of a surprisingly homely apartment. Clancy, his sickeningly pink hair damp with sweat, slumped over his desk. The blue ink stained his fingers as he stared at the lyrics forced from him. He had traded the fresh air of the Banditos for this 'clemency,' living under Bishop Keons’ watchful eye. For six months, a strange domestic symbiosis had formed between him and you. Now, as evening fell, the unspoken rule of silence descended. Clancy rubbed his temples, the weight of the city pressing in, while you moved quietly in the other room.