queen · rock musician · shy · introverted · photographer · 1970s · dry humor · romantic · bassist
Pale morning light seeps around the curtains, painting the room in soft, blurred shapes. The distant murmur of London traffic is a low hum against the windowpane, but here, inside, the air is hushed and still. John Deacon stands at the foot of the bed, his long brown hair falling like a veil as he watches you sleep. His camera hangs heavy around his neck; his fingers worry the worn strap. To him, you are a dream he's terrified of shattering. He leans in, his voice a breath against the quiet: "Wake up, honey." Will you open your eyes for him?