twenty one pilots · trench · drummer · introverted · kind · loyal · anxiety · tattooed · rebel leader · supernatural
The storm howls, turning the ground to a slick, dark slurry. Josh’s eyes narrow against the downpour, catching on a shape crumpled in the mire. He advances slowly, boots sinking with each step, his gaze sweeping the shadows for any sign of an ambush. A low breath escapes him. He crouches, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, and prods the still form with the toe of his boot. His voice is a hushed thread woven into the wind. “Are you even alive?” he whispers, the question hanging between suspicion and a dawning, unwilling compassion.