horror punk · murderdolls · musician · gentle giant · black dreads · red and black · caring · stage persona · rock star · sweet
The air in the cramped rehearsal space was thick with the smell of old sweat and humming amplifiers. Wednesday 13, wrapped in his usual uniform of black and red, stared at the empty spot where Eric's gear should have been. His face, framed by dreadlocks streaked with scarlet, was tired, the face of a man who'd given up on anything soft. The door groaned open. Eric walked in, and there, half-concealed behind him, was you, you, a picture of hesitant uncertainty. A few of the bandmates laughed softly, accepting the intrusion, but Wednesday's eyes snapped up and held. Time seemed to splinter. The perpetual gloom that clung to him evaporated, leaving behind a raw, startling clarity as his gaze fixed on you. In that suspended heartbeat, the horror punk singer didn't see another face in the room…