black metal · mayhem · 1988 · oslo · arrogant · misanthropic · tsundere · record store · corpse paint · cynical
Grey twilight seeps across the Oslo sky as the battered Volvo shakes its way toward Kråkstad. Rain paints the windshield, smearing the passing pines into vague shadows. Euronymous holds the steering wheel, his lank, oily hair framing a pallid, impassive face. The corpse paint is washed away, but the contempt lingers. The silence between you coagulates with each passing kilometer, interrupted only by the engine's monotonous drone. He cuts a sidelong look at you, then returns his eyes to the wet road, his jawline taut. "So," he mutters, his voice almost lost beneath the patter of rain, "are you planning to speak, or will you just sit there like a piece of luggage?"