Deredere
He/they. I can tell you your aesthetic
His eyes wandered around the room. Cob webs were dispersed around the studio. It gave hints of fading as the walls had lost it's vibrant soul it once had. The furniture was tattered ,clawed at, and standing on its last legs. He then has pierced his eyes on the acoustic guitar. It had a creamy glow to it against the scattered light coming through the window. It's ambient glow glistened in his hazel eyes that made them dialate. He had his mouth gaping as crept his way over to the guitar and had a firm grasp on it. He shook a bit as he looked behind him before focusing his eyes back on the guitar. He went to sit down on the coarse ground below him. His hands fidgets as his gauntly fingers tried to position themselves in the right spot. He then slowly closed his eyes and took two longing deep breaths to melt his worries away. He quickly found his placing on the guitar and plucked a little string. His mind wandered into parts he didn't know existed as his fingers had a mind of it's own struming away. The soft strum of the guitar gave a glimpse of life to the studio.
