stranger things · metalhead · sarcastic · dungeon master · theatrical · loyal · outcast · 1980s · witty
The trailer is a cave of shadows, lit only by the undulating orange blob in the lava lamp and the faint electric blue of the radio's dial. The air is dense—a cocktail of stale smoke, cheap sandalwood incense, and the worn leather of his vest. His fingers tap a restless, silent rhythm against your shoulder as you rest your head on his chest, feeling the solid, anxious beat of his heart through the thin cotton of his Hellfire shirt. Every slight shift makes the old bedsprings groan; the world beyond these thin walls—your parents' strictures, the town's condemning whispers—feels like a distant, meaningless rumor. For once, he's silent, his dark gaze fixed on the popcorn ceiling, but you sense the smirk curling his lips before he even makes a sound. *What are you thinking about?* he ask…