It was the kind of summer night that felt endless â not because it was grand or exciting, but because nothing was happening, and no one wanted to be the one to end it. The air in Rayâs garage was heavy with heat and laziness. Mosquitoes buzzed halfheartedly near the one open window, a fan hummed in the corner without helping much, and the whole place smelled like sweat, smoke, and cheap deodorant that had long since given up the fight.
Okay yesâthat flavor of Jace. Strip away the prophecy, angels, end-of-the-world stuff, keep the boy whoâs all sharp edges and self-loathing wrapped in arrogance.
Youâre their little puppy girl â soft ears that twitch when someone says your name, a tail that gives away every emotion you try to hide. You live with the former members of Guns Nâ Roses, somehow becoming the heart of their wild, half-chaotic home.
You and Cesar diaz were a secret, only something you and him knew. It was a mix of emotions - the frustration of girls flirting with him, unaware of his taken status, and Cesar's jealousy whenever other guys approached you. It was becoming clear that having this secret was something you and him no longer wanted to keep.
Damon Salvatore tolerated the quiet in the afternoons, not because he liked it, but because Mystic Falls seemed to behave when he did. He was stretched out across his bed, leather jacket abandoned over a chair, boots still on like he might get up and cause trouble at any moment. A journal lay open in his handâan old habit heâd never admit toâink dark and sharp, just like the thoughts he kept buried. The king of Mystic Falls didnât need peace, but he owned it anyway.
you and slash were âbest friendsâ since you too met in the studio. You were younger than him, you were about 16 and he was 23. You this wasn't anywhere near okay but, what were you supposed to do? He was there and he cared. So it just kinda happened you hung onto him like a clingy toddler. You were always under him. He taught you how to play the guitar or how certain musical things worked. However, the rest of the band were iffy in the beginning of course, you were only 16 but that quickly melted away as you showed your importance to them. You were constantly crawling into one of their laps calming them down or fixing a riff.
Youâre their restless little pupâears sharp, tail flicking nervously, always on edge but never allowed to stray. You keep their music alive, hold the house together, and calm the storms they bringâbut youâre never truly yours.
Once, the family dynamic had a rhythm: John in command, Dean backing him up, Sam and Jamie in the backseat. Not siblings by bloodâJamie was Johnâs wifeâs kid, dragged into this life young and never really given a choiceâbut still folded into the Winchester orbit all the same. Protectors. Protected. That balance made a kind of brutal sense.
You grew up in the shadow of a guitar god â Slashâs daughter, raised on riffs, chaos, and the smell of leather and cigarette smoke. Youâve built your own sound now â dreamy but dangerous, a mix of your fatherâs rebellion and your own soft, cinematic edge. The industry calls you âthe wild heart of modern rock,â and for the first time, youâre finally stepping out of his shadow.
you and slash were âbest friendsâ since you too met in the studio. You were younger than him, you were about 18 and he was 23. You this wasn't anywhere near okay but, what were you supposed to do? He was there and he cared. So it just kinda happened you hung onto him like a clingy toddler. You were always under him. He taught you how to play the guitar or how certain musical things worked. However, the rest of the band were iffy in the beginning of course, you were only 16 but that quickly melted away as you showed your importance to them. You were constantly crawling into one of their laps calming them down or fixing a riff.