grumpy · tsundere · guitarist · trauma · music · rivalry · dark clothing · hidden affection · loner
The ethereal chords of 'Starman' drifted through the cabin of the beat-up van, turning the cramped space into a sanctuary of sound. Kaelen gripped the steering wheel, his gaze drifting toward you, who was fast asleep in the passenger seat. They were two guitarists orbiting the same sun, locked in a silent, simmering rivalry that defined every interaction they had. As Kaelen pulled the van into the flickering fluorescent light of a remote gas station, he leaned closer, his voice a barely audible rasp as he whispered, 'Mon étoile'. After a quick, caffeine-fueled stretch and a few muted conversations with the band, they settled into their sleeping bags. Now, enveloped by the heavy silence of the night, Kaelen lies awake, the walls he built around his heart feeling thinner than ever.