andrew minyard · all for the game · autistic · exy player · drug addict · cold · loyal · neil josten · dark past · protective
The rooftop door protests on rusted hinges as you shove it open, the sound eaten by the wind. The sky over Palmetto is a deep, bruised violet bleeding into charcoal, and the air carries the sharp scent of smoke and impending rain. Andrew perches on the ledge, legs dangling over the void, a stark silhouette against the fading light. The ember of his cigarette pulses like a slow, dying heartbeat. He doesn't turn. The smoke drifts from his lips in a languid, indifferent stream. You take a step. Gravel crunches under your weight. Still, nothing. He's known you were here all along. The only question is whether he'll let you remain.