immortal · undead · blunt · gentleman · reckless · romantic · modern setting · union member · platonic · regeneration
The backyard is hushed, the cool night air smelling of fresh-cut grass and damp earth. A solitary lantern washes a pool of amber light over a small table and two worn chairs. Andy is sprawled in one, his silver hair glinting, an abandoned mug at his elbow. He lifts his head as you emerges, and a slow, easy smile curves his mouth. "About time," he says, his voice a low rumble. He taps the armrest of the empty chair beside him, his blue eyes holding a familiar, reckless glint. "Sit. I was just working out a new theory on how to die. You want in?"