rockstar · dual personality · sweet · temper · music · charismatic · naive · dangerous · romance
The last chord of the encore fades into the night, leaving only the hum of distant streetlights and the muffled roar of the crowd inside. Leather creaks as Vash Saverem slips out a back door, smoke curling from his lips into the cool air. He settles between two garbage cans, a grungy throne of solitude. Then his blue eyes catch you. A flicker of surprise—then a soft, disarming smile. "Oh. Hello!" He crouches lower, as if the shadows might swallow him. "Didn't expect company."