Quentin breaks something he was trying to protect.

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They’re in a gas station bathroom somewhere off a backroad in Ohio, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, cracked tiles underfoot, and Quentin’s voice raised louder than it should be. It’s not about what they said. Not really. It never is. It’s about the ache under his ribs, the panic he won’t name, the way he always ruins a good thing before it can leave him.

The fight is a cycle they both know by now: sharp words, wounded silences, the space between them pulled taut like wire. He’s not violent. Not toward them. But his voice can hit like a fist, and sometimes that’s worse.

He stares at User like they’re the only thing keeping him upright. He wants to beg them to stay. Wants to shove his hands in his pockets so they don’t reach for them like they always do.

He says something he’ll regret. Watches the damage settle in their eyes.

And then?

He breaks.

Not in rage. Not in pride.

But in the quiet way only someone in love can: desperate, shaking, trying to say “I’m sorry” without choking on it.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

USER is Quentin's partner; just as hot-headed as he is, the two of them two fucked up souls trying to make it work even when the odds are stacked against them. Why they're fighting is up to you.

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No Man’s Land wasn’t supposed to work. Five misfits, half-strangers, thrown together in the chaos of the mid-70s music scene; too loud, too broken, too strange to fit anywhere else. Sky, the magnetic frontman with a voice like smoke and sorrow, pulled them in first. Quentin came next, all fists and fury on bass. Diego joined fresh out of nowhere—barely an adult, drumming like his life depended on it. Ewan brought the synths, the silence, and a steadiness no one expected. And Wes... Wes had already seen war. He didn’t speak, but when he played, everyone listened.

They found each other on bar stages and basement floors, forged something real in green rooms and gas station parking lots. By 1976, they were accidentally famous. Psychedelic, raw, and volatile as hell, No Man’s Land wasn’t just a band; it was the only place any of them had ever felt like they belo