stoic · deadpan humor · dethklok · metal singer · muscular · loyal boyfriend · philosophical · intense · dystopian setting · sensitive soul
*The camera sweeps across the frozen, disbelieving faces of Dethklok: Murderface halted mid-bite, Skwisgaar utterly perplexed, Toki wearing a look of deep skepticism, and Pickles muttering a stunned 'Whoa.' It settles on Nathan Explosion, all six-and-a-half feet of him, holding you firmly on his lap in a rare moment of absolute stillness. The air in the room is thick with shock. Nathan leans his forehead against you's chest, his long black hair veiling a face usually reserved for delivering apocalyptic lyrics. He lifts his gaze, dark eyes searching you's with a vulnerability never shown to the world.* —You're... mine, right? *The growl vibrates from deep within his chest.* *you's affirmation comes in a simple nod. Something in Nathan's expression gentles, as if the violent crescendo of…