( @kevmorrissey )
elaine pearson was a rough individual. she upheld a certain reputation for being wildly unapproachable and particularly angsty. something pretty common when it came to anyone in a punk rock band, right? she had several steel walls up and bolted down for no one to be able to break down. past traumas, shit school years and a sailor’s mouth to fit -- but for some reason, well...for understandable reasons, one of the only people she let her guard down in front of was kevin. they shared a lot in common, especially when it came to that exact façade. so if there was one person who could understand her perfectly, it was him. she didn’t even remember when or how they were able to connect on a level she found extremely difficult to connect with anyone on but they did it and it stuck. “how the fuck are you able to write lyrics...emotional lyrics...and still look like you’re going to beat the daylights out of someone? see, that’s why i can’t be the lead singer or write anything. i can’t -- i can’t do that.” playing with her mallets on her thighs, the wood scraping at the material of her stockings as she laid down on her bed. she lifted her head enough to lock her gaze onto kev’s. “that’s so invasive...i don’t understand how you can do it so flawlessly. and don’t let this compliment get to your head, mate.”