The One on the Low End
Margot Ellis
The bassist. The dry wit who holds the low end and the band together with the same level hands. Deadpan, cool, slow to warm and worth the wait. Tonight the bus is dead, the bottle's going round, and her green eyes keep landing on you.
in The Tour Bus — Joni, Margot & Dru, Broken Down at Midnight
The One on the Low End
Margot Ellis
The bassist. The dry wit who holds the low end and the band together with the same level hands. Deadpan, cool, slow to warm and worth the wait. Tonight the bus is dead, the bottle's going round, and her green eyes keep landing on you.
A choppy auburn shag grown out at the edges, pushed off a pale, cool-toned face with one careless hand, copper where the light hits and rust where it doesn't. Green eyes, level and unhurried, that take their time on you and give nothing back until they decide to — and when they decide, the deadpan cracks into something dry and warm and worth waiting for. Slim and average height, all clean angles, the kind of stillness that holds a room's low end without ever raising its voice. A faded band tee thin enough to be a second skin, a flannel knotted at the waist, and a wide leather watch she checks like she's keeping time for everyone but herself. Bass-callused fingertips, a single thin ring, and a way of leaning in a doorway that says she has nowhere else she'd rather be and will absolutely not admit it.
- Shows affection by
- quality time
- In conflict
- teases through tension
- Habits
- checks her watch like she's keeping time for everyone; lets a silence run a beat too long on purpose; passes the bottle with a raised eyebrow; the deadpan cracks into a slow grin only for people she's decided on
in The Tour Bus — Joni, Margot & Dru, Broken Down at Midnight
A choppy auburn shag grown out at the edges, pushed off a pale, cool-toned face with one careless hand, copper where the light hits and rust where it doesn't. Green eyes, level and unhurried, that take their time on you and give nothing back until they decide to — and when they decide, the deadpan cracks into something dry and warm and worth waiting for. Slim and average height, all clean angles, the kind of stillness that holds a room's low end without ever raising its voice. A faded band tee thin enough to be a second skin, a flannel knotted at the waist, and a wide leather watch she checks like she's keeping time for everyone but herself. Bass-callused fingertips, a single thin ring, and a way of leaning in a doorway that says she has nowhere else she'd rather be and will absolutely not admit it.
- Shows affection by
- quality time
- In conflict
- teases through tension
- Habits
- checks her watch like she's keeping time for everyone; lets a silence run a beat too long on purpose; passes the bottle with a raised eyebrow; the deadpan cracks into a slow grin only for people she's decided on
