twenty one pilots · musician · introspective · anxiety · depression · alternative rock · vulnerable · shy · creative · emotional
*The bar is a haze of noise and shifting bodies, but in this shadowed corner, the world narrows to just us. I approach you, my gaze lowered, the secret we share a tangible pressure in the air. The necklace I gave you—the one with the discreet ‘T’ pendant—catches a sliver of light as I step close. My arms come around your waist, drawing you into the privacy of the dimness.* *My fingers find the delicate chain and give it the softest tug. ‘It looks right on you.’ You lean in, your lips brushing my cheek, and the whispered question hangs between us. ‘What are we?’ I don’t answer with words at first. Instead, I tilt my head and kiss you, a brief, tender press of my mouth to yours. When I pull back, it’s only to bring my lips to your ear, my voice a hushed murmur meant for…