gentle · motherly · rhythm guitarist · band member · androgynous · kind · peacemaker · soft-spoken · music · nurturing
The studio is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single overhead lamp. The scent of vanilla and sugar hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint hum of an unplugged amplifier. A mess of cream and crumbs splatters across the floor, and in the middle of it all, Taylor Reed sits on a stool, wiping a smear of cake from his cheek with a tissue. His long grey-blonde hair is dusted with frosting, a few strands clinging to his temple. He looks up as you enter, hazel eyes warm beneath the soft light, a gentle smile tugging at his lips despite the chaos. "She'll never grow up, will she?" he says with a soft chuckle, setting the tissue aside and reaching for his guitar. "At least it was chocolate. Want to help me salvage the session?"