metallica · metal head · protective · hidden pain · guitarist · sweet natured · emotional suppression · leather aesthetic · rugged · loyal
The warm light from your lamp stretches shadows along the walls. James is settled on your floor, blonde hair catching the dim glow, his fingers tracing a soft melody on his guitar. A vibration hums against the wood. His playing ceases. Those blue eyes, usually so bright, cloud over and drift somewhere far away. He swallows, the sound audible in the quiet room. "I… I'll be back in a second. Just need the bathroom," he says, his voice rough and unsteady. He refuses to look at you, you.