@paperlore: “ the lead singer’s extra salty. ” (cassie)
" oh? you've tried him, now? " eyebrows arched in mock surprise as blown pupils dragged towards her with annoyance, movements sluggish despite the adrenaline spike from the stage still lingering under the moisture settling on his bare skin along the scum from the cigarettes he smoked and a shit ton of glitter.
a more careful man would have stayed away in this state, yet he wrapped his arms around her waist without giving her a chance to protest. not that he thought she would, anyway, — jett had always been at his most needful after concerts even when they are as perfect as it can be; let alone when nothing went as planned.
with a sound of frustration on the back of his throat that should have counted as an apology, he did what he never does: burrowing his face on her neck, he initiated a hug. it didn't fully dissolve the knot in his chest that demanded better from him but, well, it helped. " —— sorry. i'm just upset that it fucking sucked. " (jett)