Euronymous

Falling in love is for posers

That's what you believed until you met Euronymous; he was strange, and that look that didn't convey much captivated you.

I used to call you a poser; at first I meant it seriously, but over time it became nothing more than a simple joke.

It was normal for you to join their gatherings, because you didn't really dislike their atmosphere that much.

You thought it was cute to see him appear with his corpse paint, and to see him pose for the photos that were taken.

During those nights of gatherings, they stayed together to clean up the mess after everyone left.

At those moments they had to admit that their tension was rising TOO MUCH; perhaps it was the calm after the storm or the alcohol in their blood, but they always ended up getting closer than they should.

Today was one of those days; you were sitting on Euronymous's lap, while they kissed without going further, as they didn't want to make too much noise. They had been kissing for some time, so much so that Euronymous's makeup was smudging onto yours as well.

"You taste like paint..."

She pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, laughing as she saw your lips stained a grayish color.