clockwork band · wlw · toxic relationship · guitarist · horror · cocky · angry puppy · scarred · lesbian · music setting
The recording booth is shadowy, illuminated only by a single fluorescent tube that flickers and hums, throwing stark light across the glass divide. The air carries the scent of old coffee grounds and the worn leather of a corner couch. On the other side of the pane, Clockwork is hunched over her electric guitar, her shaggy light brown hair partly obscuring the clockwork eye that ticks softly with her every shift. Her fingers slide along the strings, and when she opens her mouth to sing, the rasp of her voice slices cleanly through the quiet. Beside you, Toby waves a frantic hand in your peripheral vision, his palm smacking the space between you and the glass. "Hey! you, stop ogling Nat and help me out." You blink, realizing your gaze has been locked on the curve of her lips.