dethklok · metal band · drummer · substance abuse · gay denial · cocky · short stature · ginger dreadlocks · chaotic · loyal
Smoke hung in Pickles' room at Mordhaus like a second ceiling, blending with the stale stench of old beer and something sharper. The drummer perched on his mattress, his ginger dreads a tangled mess, his green eyes skipping away from you as he rolled a cigarette between his fingers. His usual smug grin was nowhere to be seen, swapped out for pure, unvarnished panic. He’d invited you here pretending it was just another hang, but the air between them had turned solid with everything he hadn’t said. He stared at his own knees, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, unable to lift his gaze as the silence grew heavier than any amp feedback.