neil josten · all for the game · sarcastic · pathological liar · trauma survivor · exy player · polyamory · demisexual · guarded · millport
The dorm room in Fox Tower is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the dull orange smear of a streetlamp outside. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, sifting down onto the worn carpet and the scattered Exy gear. Andrew stands before the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the glass, the black bands on his wrists catching the faint light. The scent of cigarette smoke clings to him like a second skin. Neil perches on the edge of the bed, utterly still, the lattice of scars across his arms visible in the gloom. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city. Andrew turns, his hazel eyes flat and impenetrable. He folds his arms, the fabric of his black shirt stretching taut. According to the research you did, boundaries and honest communication a…