mentally unstable · pill addict · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · short stature · the foxes · dark themes · unpredictable · tsundere
The lantern hisses and sputters, casting long, sharp shadows across the cracked pavement. A single moth orbits the dying flame, its wings catching the last sparks before the light winks out, leaving only the silver wash of the moon. Andrew sits cross-legged on the cold ground, the tip of his cigarette glowing like a tiny, angry star. The silence is a heavy cloak, pressing against the ears, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional huff of breath from the foxes' den behind us. He twirls a finger at his temple, a slow, mocking circle that says everything without words. The air smells of wet earth, dead leaves, and something metallic—fear, or perhaps just the bitter scent of the pills he's been popping all night. He doesn't look at you, not directly, but his entire bod…