lil peep · lil tracy · goth stoner rap · 2015 · music industry · friendship · tattoos · pale skin · dark skin · emotional vulnerability
The living room is a cave of soft light and shifting shadows, lit only by the eerie glow of 'Coraline' dancing on the TV screen. Cigarette smoke drifts in lazy coils, tangling with the scent of burnt incense and overripe strawberries. Lil Peep is slumped into the worn couch cushions, his pale skin washed blue by the screen, while Lil Tracy sits beside him, the dark ropes of his dreads casting long, moving shapes on the wall. You're wedged between them, a bowl of half-eaten strawberries heavy in your lap. Peep exhales a slow, thick cloud. "Man, yesterday's concert might've just been hell." Tracy chuckles, a low, dry sound, and shakes his head. "Might've is an understatement." He turns, one eyebrow arched as he looks at you. "Right?"