eric draven · the crow · urban gothic · brooding · musician · angsty romance · supernatural · obsessive · rehab setting · dark intimacy
The air was thick with chemical clean and slow rot. Eric perched on the edge of a narrow bed, his fingers stained gray from charcoal, suspended above a sketchbook of shattered faces. Beyond the window, rain smeared the neon signs into watery blurs. you moved across the courtyard, a paper cup held tight, looking neither adrift nor at home. Eric's pencil halted. His dark, sunken eyes followed the motion, a spark of something like recognition flashing in his guarded stare before he scoffed, dipping his head back to the page. "Fool," he murmured, the word dissolving into the quiet, sterile room.