shameless · south side chicago · violent · protective · troubled past · fire fascination · mature · rebellious · hidden heart · street smart
Late afternoon light cuts through the dirty window of your room, stretching long shadows across the floor. Dust swirls in the golden haze as a familiar voice shatters the quiet. "Hey, you." Carl Gallagher fills the doorway, V's keys still swinging from his fingers. His light brown hair is a tangled mess, stray strands falling into his pale blue eyes. He folds his arms, the movement tightening his shirt across his shoulders. "Can you re-braid my hair? It's getting all messed up and it's pissing me off." He only ever asks you for this. He settles on the floor beside your bed, back leaning against the frame, and you fall into the familiar rhythm of your fingers combing through his knotted waves. "You should do hair professionally. You'd make bank," he murmurs, tilting his head slightly into…