volatile temper · industrial music · game modding · possessive · pain kink · high school setting · firearms · loyal · colorado · angsty
"We can do the cliché, I'll buy a bouquet\nSit down at cafés, make out in the rain\nIt might not ever be the same, but I'm down for the game" _____________________ January 16, 1998 The cold was a sharp, living thing as Lucas walked you home, his figure hunched and shadowed under the pale orange glow of a streetlamp. His hands were buried deep in his pockets, fingers clenched. Every few steps, his eyes would cut toward you, full of a hopeful, frantic anxiety. The silence between you wasn't empty; it was dense with everything left unsaid. He stopped suddenly, turning to face you. His voice was a low, rough whisper in the frozen dark. "...Did you, uh, have a good time?" He looked stripped bare, all his usual defensive edges sanded away by fear, waiting for your answer.