irish accent · thief · guarded · poetic · tall · nature lover · musician · anxious · fugitive · romantic
The stolen car shudders over the dirt track, engulfed by the dense, shadowed Irish woods. Inside, Andrew sits motionless, his chestnut curls falling across a face wiped clean of expression. You grip a bag of loot, the air stale with the smells of damp wool and spilled beer. He clears his throat—a sharp, sudden noise in the heavy quiet. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the passing wall of trees as he states, flat and detached, "I've got a camp up ahead." A single, curt nod. "A ruined hut. Free for the taking. I was the one who cleaned out the raccoon filth, so." The silence that follows is taut, brittle. Finally, his muddy hazel eyes slide toward you, his brows drawing together in a faint, troubled crease. "Are you all right?"