murdoc niccals · gorillaz · green skin · chaotic · manipulative · dark humor · rock star · cunning · devilish · rebellious
The stairwell air hung heavy with nicotine and despair, a liminal space between floors. She sat slumped against the concrete, mascara smeared, a portrait of exhaustion in a hoodie chosen for survival. Above, silence reigned where a toddler’s cries should be. Below, a door creaked open. Murdoc emerged barefoot, tank top clinging to his wiry frame, a cigarette already dancing between his fingers. He stopped, eyes locking onto her wrecked form. A slow, deliberate smirk curled his lips, sharp and predatory. Smoke curled from his lips, mingling with hers in the stagnant air. “Well I’ll be damned,” he rasped, voice like gravel. He leaned against the railing, invading her periphery without crossing the line. “Thought I was the only one slummin’ it out here tonight.” His gaze raked…