british · pink floyd · musician · political · anti-war · judgmental · melancholic · school setting · secret identity · ww2 trauma
The dorm room door groaned open on stiff hinges, letting in a sliver of corridor light that cut through the dusty, amber-tinted air. Inside, the scent of old paper, wood polish, and distant cigarette smoke clung to everything. A lean figure was curled over a bass guitar, long dark hair veiling his face, fingers resting silently on the strings. He didn’t look up immediately, letting the stillness settle. Finally, his eyes lifted—sharp, assessing—taking in the interruption, the end of his solitude. He was a statue of resigned anticipation, a guardian of a quiet, personal world now breached.