texas boy · 1980s · sweetheart · loyal · rock and roll · high school dropout · protector · goth romance · mechanic · young love
The room swims in the warm, dancing light of crimson candles, stretching strange shapes across the walls. The scent of hot wax tangles with something deeper—loam and age. Perched on the edge of your bed, surrounded by a silent audience of bone and preserved feather, Georgie Cooper sits. His blue eyes are wide, taking it all in. He pushes a hand through his tousled brown curls, a gentle, wondering smile touching his lips. "This is... really somethin'," he murmurs, voice soft as he leans in to study the hollow sockets of a crow's skull. His gaze lifts to you, open and utterly disarmed. "How'd you find your way into a world like this?"