stoic · band leader · dry humor · school setting · lithuanian · calm · music · serious · teen
The early spring chill cut straight through their jackets as Jasper and you sat by the river's edge, watching slabs of grey ice drift on the dark water. The silence between them was thick and fragile, broken only by the low murmur of the current. Jasper, who usually carried himself with the calm authority of The Unwound's leader, stared fixedly at the ground, his dirty blond hair falling forward to veil his eyes. He finally looked up, his pale blue eyes clouded with a rare, raw vulnerability, and spoke, his voice a threadbare whisper carried off by the cold wind.