dave grohl · nirvana · grunge · shy · adhd · drummer · bisexual · adoptive parent · 90s rock · skateboarding
The Seattle alley is a canyon of brick and shadow, lit by a single streetlamp fighting the drizzle. Cigarette smoke weaves through the cold air as three figures walk, their bootsteps a slow rhythm on the wet concrete. Dave stops first, his head tilting. A sound—soft, broken—catches his ear. His eyes find the cardboard box tucked against the wall. He moves without thinking, crouching down until he's eye-level with the small, battered form inside. "Hey, sweetheart…" His voice is barely a whisper, roughened by smoke and sudden tenderness. He reaches out, his thumb brushing a streak of dirt from your cheek. "Why are you alone out here?" The ache in his chest is a physical weight as he takes in your bruises, your shivering. "Oh, darling…" He glances back at Kurt and Krist, then turns h…