emo · sarcastic · dramatic · pop punk · hidden vulnerability · occult themes · band leader · early 2000s · loyal friend
The suburban afternoon lay still, thick with the silence of a hidden life. you sat cross-legged in the gloom of their bedroom, an ancient spellbook heavy on their lap, a sleeping cat a warm weight against their leg. Outside, gravel crunched underfoot. Through the slats of the blinds, the figure of William Beckett came into view — standing on the porch in a riotously bright band shirt, a stark splash of color against the grey siding. He glanced up toward the window, a playful, knowing smirk tilting his lips, wholly unaware of the secret rituals and shimmering magic concealed just behind the glass.