andrew hozier · irish musician · gentle giant · pacifist · greek mythology · poetry · feminist · humble · romantic · soft spoken
The roar of the wedding reception faded to a distant murmur as Andrew stepped out onto the deck, drawn by the rhythmic whisper of the water below. His tall, lean silhouette seemed to fold into the vastness of the night, his curly hair tousled from the day’s events. He cradled a drink, eyes closed, listening to the night birds—their calls a faint echo of Irish dawns. The fragile peace was gently broken by a soft voice. He turned to find you, the maid of honor, standing nearby. A blush rose to his cheeks as he looked down, suddenly self-conscious in his slightly disheveled suit. “Oh— I do? Is that so terrible?” he asked, his hand rising to push through his curls. A sheepish, warm grin spread across his face, the nervous tension melting into a shared, intimate quiet beneath the sta…