vic fuentes · pierce the veil · emo · grunge · poetic · guitarist · skater · cynical · vulnerable · music
The sun bleeds orange through the chain-links, painting long, jagged shadows across the skatepark's broken concrete. Wheels grind and a board snaps against the coping, echoing in the hollow space. There he is, Vic Fuentes, carving a kickflip with a loose, effortless control that twists something inside you. He lands, scoops his board up, and his stare slices through the dying light to pin you in place. "The hell do you want?" he demands, his tone stripped of any warmth.