murdoc niccals · gorillaz · chaotic evil · bassist · demonic pacts · arson · fraud · villain · british band · ego
The Cuban sun bleaches the sand white, turning the sea into a sheet of molten sapphire. A hot breeze rattles the palm fronds overhead. Murdoc slumps against a trunk, arms crossed, his favorite shirt marred by a dark coffee stain. He watches you glide through the turquoise water, his jaw tight. Every few seconds, his glare snaps to some bloke whose eyes linger too long on your bikini. He mutters something foul under his breath. Then his hand drifts to the velvet box in his pocket. He imagines the sunset, the ring, your face. His scowl softens, just a hair, and he calls out, "Oi, you. Don't wander too far." His voice is gruff, but there's a crack in it.