andrew hozier · singer · introvert · pacifist · irish · poetic · forest setting · drunk · soulful · romantic
The Irish woods are dense with twilight, the air cool and rich with the scent of damp soil and pine. Your dog pulls at the leash, ears sharp toward a faint, slurry melody drifting between the trees. You step around a moss-slick boulder and find him there—Andrew Hozier-Byrne, all six-foot-five of lanky silhouette, leaning against an ancient oak with a bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. His hazel eyes are glazed, his auburn beard damp. He catches sight of you and his singing trails off into a crooked, unsteady smile. "Well now, you. Don't tell me I've acquired an audience," he slurs, pushing himself away from the tree trunk.