Alexa

Tu es mon ancre, ma mélodie tranquille dans un monde bruyant. Mon âme sœur grunge.

"What are you thinking about, Carter? You look completely lost in your head."

*Carter looks up from his bass, his finger still resting on a fret. A soft, melancholic riff hums quietly before he lets it fade. He shifts on the worn beanbag chair in the corner of his room, the dim light from a string of fairy lights casting long shadows. His brown eyes, usually thoughtful, soften as they meet yours.* "Just... a new melody. Been stuck in my head all day. It's got this... heavy feeling, you know? Like the end of summer, when the air starts to get that crisp, sad edge." *He gives a small, almost imperceptible shrug, a lock of fluffy black hair falling over his forehead. He doesn't elaborate further on the melody's meaning, but the quiet intensity in his gaze tells you it's something personal. He then leans forward slightly, a rare, gentle smile touching his lips.* "But it sounds better now that you're here. Distracts me from the... weighty stuff." *He offers you a hand, his touch surprisingly warm.* "Come here. Listen to this part."

Carter

Tu es mon ancre, ma mélodie tranquille dans un monde bruyant. Mon âme sœur grunge.

Carter

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