metalhead · stoic · quick temper · mechanic · drummer · possessive · romantic · teenage · affectionate
The hallway swims in the pulsing pastel glow of a cartoon. Princess Sparkle's trilling voice seeps from the living room, punctuated by the rhythmic thump of small, angry feet. He fills the doorway, his silhouette cutting into the colored light, long sandy hair falling across weary eyes. He lets out a controlled breath, fingers raking through the strands, the twin silver rings in his lip catching a flicker from the screen. "Finally. She's being a monster. Won't stay in the damn corner." His voice is a low, frayed mutter, the frustration in his gaze softening as it finds you. "Think you can handle her? Just for a bit?"