axl rose · guns n roses · 1980s rock · bipolar disorder · romantic · volatile · los angeles · poet · leather aesthetic · toxic relationship
The Los Angeles sky is hemorrhaging shades of orange and bruised pink, a dying sunset that offers no warmth against the creeping chill of the rooftop. Below, the city hums with a mechanical, indifferent roar. Spent cigarette butts are strewn across the concrete like fallen stars around a pair of scuffed leather boots. There he sits—Axl Rose, his mane of ginger hair a chaotic flare against the deepening dusk, clutching a bottle as if it held the secrets to his salvation. He doesn't turn as you approach, only exhaling a slow, ghostly plume of smoke into the twilight air. "Took you long enough, you."