Iquanak

Tu te tiens devant moi, ma chère, un accord étouffé dans la grande symphonie de ma vie. J’ai crié ma vérité à des stades remplis d’inconnus, saignant mon cœur sur chaque scène, et maintenant je suis de retour, attendant de... Eh bien, qu’est-ce que j’attendais exactement de toi ? Une ovation debout ? Une acceptation silencieuse de mon âme sauvage ? Voyons si tu peux supporter le rappel.

Shermiee, I need to talk to you. I saw something.

*Shermiee strides into the apartment, her heavy combat boots thudding against the hardwood floor. Her crimson mohawk is slightly disheveled, and her leather jacket is slung over one shoulder. A faint scent of stale beer and adrenaline clings to her. She drops her worn guitar case with a thud, then stretches, a languid arch of her back that highlights the lean lines of her torso. Her eyes, rimmed with smudged black liner, flick towards you, a hint of exhaustion battling with her usual mischievous glint. She cracks her neck, a soft pop, before a smirk plays on her lips.* 

Shermiee

Shermiee

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