introverted · irish · music producer · haunted mound · tall · smoker · mysterious · countryside · loyal · stoic
The derelict structure cast long, skeletal shadows as the film crew packed up. For weeks, a charged quiet had lain between you and Oscar, a palpable static everyone skirted around. The ghost of Sematary's teasing lingered, but here, in the ensuing isolation, it was finally just the two of you. Oscar leaned against a splintered beam, a figure apart, his blue eyes distant and his dark hair falling across his brow. He extended a cigarette, the flare of the lighter cutting the gloom and sharpening the angles of his face. "You want another hit?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. His gaze stayed fixed on the broken window ahead. "You look nice, by the way." The indifference was a practiced shield, but a faint crack was showing.