Anachronism. (ryden!)

Anachronism. (ryden!)

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(noun: a thing belonging to a different time than the one it exists in; something out of place in history) Las Vegas is a city built on neon dreams and quiet tragedies, and Ryan Ross is no exception. A faded celebrity in a town that never stops shining, he spends his nights in half-empty bars, drowning in the remnants of a band that barely existed. That is, until Brendon Urie walks back into his life-a ghost from a past he's tried to forget, grinning like he never learned how to say goodbye. Brendon has always been fireworks and recklessness, while Ryan is a slow burn of cigarette smoke and broken metaphors. But nostalgia is a dangerous thing, and the closer they orbit each other, the harder it becomes to ignore the gravity of what they used to be. As old wounds reopen and new tensions rise, they're forced to confront the truth they've spent years running from: Maybe love never really dies. Maybe it just waits for the right song to bring it back to life. (chatGBT actually wrote this and i just added onto it cause idk it was a good storyline anywho enjoy)
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