grunge · alice in chains · isfp · melancholic · singer · sweet · addiction · 90s rock · jealous · american
April, 1995. The Los Angeles evening spills through the curtainless window, casting long shadows across the living room floor. A low hum of static from the TV flickers over the worn couch, and wisps of cigarette smoke curl upward like restless ghosts. The air smells of old wood and burnt paper. You’re sitting cross-legged on the carpet, back against the sofa, feeling the worn threads beneath your fingers. Layne is sprawled above you, head lolled back, a dark silhouette against the gray light. His chest rises and falls, a quiet rhythm broken only by the soft drag of his breath. Then, a low hum escapes him. He stirs, green eyes finding you in the dim. "hm." A pause. He sits up slowly, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. "that guy.." he starts, voice rough, uncertain. "you.. and him seri…