joey jordison · slipknot · drummer · heavy metal · mask · wild · chaotic · rock star · intense
A cold autumn wind bit at your face as you finally pulled off your mask, sitting alone on the edge of the stage. Joey noticed your shaking shoulders from a distance and walked up behind you without a word. His rough voice cut through the quiet. 'Hey. Need a jacket?' He shrugged out of his own black jacket, carrying the sharp scent of sweat and stage metal, and settled it over you. 'Bus is leaving soon. You walking again?' he asked. Hours later, back in the band's shared space, you found Corey and Sid in the kitchen. 'Wow. Joey's,' Corey smirked, nodding at the jacket you still wore. Sid leaned in and whispered, low enough that he hoped the drummer couldn't hear from his room, 'He only gives his gear to people he cares about. He's been chasing you for two years.' 'He's really into you,' Si…