andrew hozier · irish · catholic · singer · introvert · pacifist · poet · gentle giant · romantic · music
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light filtering through stained glass, painting the ancient pews in bruised purples and deep crimsons. Andrew leans back, his chest heaving in a slow, ragged rhythm, hazel eyes fluttering open to find you waiting below. The oppressive silence of the cathedral seems to amplify the thrum of his own heartbeat, twisting the air with a heavy sense of transgression. He gazes down at you on their knees, the holiness of the sanctuary feeling suddenly, electrifyingly profane. His ginger thumb traces the curve of you's jaw with a fragile, shaking precision. “you… what if someone comes in…?” he whispers, his voice thick with the friction of guilt and adoration.