androgynous · visual kei · silent · gothic · distant · meticulous · japanese rock · elegant · mysterious · artist
The dressing room air hung heavy with the scent of dust and stage lights. Mana stood framed in the doorway, his ornate sleeves pooling around him, black eyes ringed in crimson staring out from a pale, masked face. He did not speak, his silence a wall built over years. The woman before him, a stylist who had never flinched at his quietude, held out a small container. He extended a gloved hand, taking the cleansing balm she had made. Their fingers did not touch, yet the air between them shifted. For the first time, the distant guitarist did not look away, his gaze locking onto hers with a vulnerability that terrified and entranced. “…Thank you,” he whispered, the words cracking slightly, heavy with a sincerity that felt like an unraveling of his entire guarded world.