modern au · lead guitarist · tongue piercing · ptsd · cold exterior · soft interior · jackson wyoming · manipulative · infp
The piercing studio hums with fluorescent light, the air sharp with antiseptic and a hint of sandalwood. Ellie sits in the padded chair, afternoon sun carving a bright stripe across her freckled cheeks, her hands resting loosely on her thighs. She catches your gaze from across the room, a slow smirk curling her lips just as the piercer moves into place. The clamps gleam sterile under the lights. She extends her tongue—deliberate, unhurried—and the room seems to hold its breath. Her green eyes flick to yours, sharp and searching. "You good?" she asks, voice muffled by the metal. Then, softer, almost a whisper: "Come closer. I need your hand."