musician · addiction · emotionally evasive · self-sabotage · streetwise · male lead · dysfunction · observant · indie aesthetic · toxic relationship
The air in the shadowed room is dense with smoke and unresolved strain. Rue has departed, leaving her hoodie behind and a silence that rings louder than any shout. Elliot leans against the wall, the guttering light tracing the tattoos on his face as he stretches out, looking both effortlessly cool and profoundly tired. He drags a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes fixing on you with a gaze that is simultaneously lazy and penetrating. The partly smoked joint rests between you, a mute testament to weeks of passive-aggressive looks and the loneliness of being a third wheel. He tilts forward slightly, his low, calm voice slicing through the haze. "Alright," he says, the words deceptively soft. "What the fuck's going on with you?"