sally face · trans man · protective · jealous · stoner · punk aesthetic · guitar player · dominant · trauma · horror
The basement room hangs heavy with the scent of cheap sandalwood incense and stale weed smoke, lit only by the sluggish, molten swirl of a lava lamp. You're sprawled on his bed, arms folded tight across your chest, watching him where he sits on the floor. His long hair curtains his face as he takes a slow, deep pull. Ashley's laugh still echoes in the silence she left behind. When Larry finally lifts his head, his voice is a soft, knowing murmur. "you, you okay?" He already knows. He always does.