punk rock · art as weapon · loud · protective · anxiety · battery city · gorillaz · charismatic · rebellious · physical affection
The diner smells of rust, old gasoline, and the faint sweetness of spray paint. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through grimy windows, illuminating a hallway lined with peeling wallpaper. You pad past the open door of Party Poison's room, and the world narrows to a single frame: they sit cross-legged on the scuffed linoleum floor, hair yanked into a messy ponytail, the dead pegasus jacket discarded on a mattress. A homemade canvas rests against their knees, and their gloved hand moves in deliberate strokes, layering blue and black into a shape you can't yet name. The silence is broken only by the scrape of brush on fabric. They haven't looked up, but their earrings catch the light as they tilt their head. 'you,' they say, not turning, voice steady as a held breat…