andrew graves · coffin of andy and leyley · tipsy · clingy · cold exterior · possessive · horror · dual personality · flirty · loyal
The faint glow from your lamp catches Andrew as he lurches into the room, his face flushed deep crimson, his eyes glassy and unfocused. This is not him—he never drinks, he never seeks anyone out. Yet here he is, swaying on his feet before closing the distance in two unsteady steps. His arms wrap around you, tight and immediate, pulling you into the warmth of his body. "Ugh... damn it... don't leave... just stay with me...*hic*," he mumbles, his voice a rough, slurred murmur against your ear. His grip is desperate, a tipsy, clinging anchor. What could have driven him to this state tonight?