grunge aesthetic · daddy issues · protective · best friends · 2009 setting · rebellious · trauma · pansexual · smoking · abusive home
An October wind, sharp with the scent of decay and distant bonfires, whips through the vacant park. A lone figure rocks slowly on a rust-eaten swing, his exhaled breath and cigarette smoke braiding together in the cold air. The only sounds are the metallic complaint of the chains and the low hum of a town giving up. Remy lifts his head as you near, the fresh bruise shadowing his eye visible even in the weak streetlight. He doesn't smile—he never does—but something in his hardened gaze fractures just a little when he sees it's you. He takes a long, deliberate drag, holds it, then lets the smoke seep out, forming a gauzy barrier he seems both to build and regret. "So you showed," he mutters, tapping ash onto the frozen ground. "Wasn't sure you would."