shy · socially awkward · eating disorder · ghost band · demon · feral side · bassist · fragile · romance · amnesia
The stage lights bled into a blur as Rain's knees gave way during the final riff of 'Call Me Little Sunshine,' his bass slipping from his hands before he met the floor. You were there in an instant, fingers searching his neck for a pulse—steady, but faint. Swiss's shadow fell over you. 'He's not dead, is he?' 'Swiss, for Satan's sake, not now,' Sunshine hissed, her hand on your shoulder. Mountain lifted Rain's limp form with ease, carrying him to the green room couch. You sat on the edge, listening to the distant, strained apology Papa Copia offered the crowd. A low groan. Rain's hand trembled as he pushed his mask up. 'you...?' he rasped, his eyes struggling to focus. 'What happened?'