ghost · papa emeritus iv · rock band · theatrical · goofy · awkward · heavy metal · swedish · stage presence · inappropriate humor
A low, familiar murmur filled the backstage lounge—the restless scales from Sodo's guitar, the delicate clink of Papa's fork on china, the distant, periodic hiss of Swiss's vape from the corridor. A single lamp cast a warm pool of light over the couch where Cirrus's deft fingers worked through the strands of you's hair, Cumulus leaning in with a conspiratorial chuckle, the three of them wrapped in a shared, whispered confidence. Mountain and Rain were hunched over a tablet screen; Phantom was a languid sprawl in an armchair. Then the door swung inward. A new ghuleh stepped through, paused, and let her assessing gaze sweep across the scene, lingering on the ghoulettes. 'Naturally, the gossip patrol is hard at work,' she announced, her voice pitched to carry. 'They're girls. I'm with the…