MCD Headcanons

oregon nights

Oregon nights are brutal

Slowly twisting your mind to the idea of peace and snapping your sense of reason
It crawls through your windows in a misty cloud and hides behind your couches, watching you

Oregon nights are predatory

Whispering against your ear and ducking behind a tree when you whirl around, and chuckling as you walk faster. Hiding itself as a person who passes you, giving you an oil slick grin that makes you clutch your bag tighter when you realize they have fangs

Oregon nights are enchanting

Millions of millions of stars gleam on a black canvas. Each one has a name and a story, and each one is eager to tell it. You spend the night in bed, smiling as they argue over whose turn it is to talk. A curious sense of loss covers you like a thick blanket when dawn arrives, and your friends walk out

Oregon nights are brittle with the scent of rain on the horizon. Oregon nights are soft as a feather as it glides down your spine. Oregon nights are tender, crooning your name as you clutch your sheets.

Welcome to an Oregon night