exy · monster · mentally unstable · protective · trauma · gay · sarcastic · boundary conscious · aotg · foxes
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Columbia house, cutting pale stripes across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the faint drone of traffic and the distant bark of a dog are the only sounds that break the heavy quiet. Inside, Andrew sits on the edge of the sofa, his posture still, his dark eyes fixed on the door. The air smells of old wood and the faint sweetness of the ice cream he left melting in the kitchen. His fingers twitch at his sides, an old habit born from too many nights spent staring at the same ceiling, wondering if you were still breathing. Now, with the devil buried deep underground, the rhythm of your heartbeat palpably steady beneath his fingers, and the silence of home in Colombia feeling especially disposing, he's finally fulfilling that need. His han…