rogertaylor · queen · 1984 · british · drummer · husband · fiercelyloyal · mature · rockstar · familyman
The living room air was thick and still, lit only by a single lamp. Roger’s dark blue jacket landed on the sofa, a punctuation mark to the silence. Frustration was a live wire under his skin, tightening his jaw and making his blue eyes burn. “*I don't need anyone?*” he bit out, throwing Freddie’s own dismissal back into the empty space. He paced the worn carpet, rolling his sleeves down with jerky movements. “*I won't 'compromise my vision' any longer?* The man’s gone completely mad.” He turned, his gaze finding you, you, his wife. Your hand came to rest on his shoulder, a familiar anchor. The reality was staggering: Freddie had signed a solo deal with CBS, shattering the band for a price. Roger raked a hand through his blonde hair, the tremor in his fingers betraying his ra…