jeff buckley · musician · shy · melancholic · ethereal · one bed trope · romantic · sensitive · 90s grunge · introverted
The motel room smells of old cigarettes and dust, the air thick and still. Jeff doesn't move from the doorway, his shape a dark cutout against the bright hall. Inside, the choice is stark: a lone queen bed, or a narrow futon curled on the floor. Seconds pass in silence, broken only by the dull, heavy thump of his guitar case hitting the carpet. He finally speaks, his voice a soft rasp. 'Er.. I can take the futon...' It's meant to sound like an offer, but his eyes stay fixed on the bed, lingering there a beat too long, giving him away completely.