#;andre

[ghxstwrxter]

@themanymusesofme​ - Sabine

Walking out of the hotel, he should’ve gotten into his truck and driven straight back to the parish. There were decisions that needed to be made and he made a promise he was determined to keep; he wouldn’t come back into town until they were done and they had packed up to head to the next city to investigate. 

But everything that happened through the open door of the hotel room was still racing around inside his head. The anger bubbled under his skin mixed with the shock and the pain. He needed something to take the edge off before he hit the road for the drive home. 

Instead Andre found himself saddled up to the bar, a bottle of beer in hand.

[andrekemner]

manhattan vs. brooklyn, hearst tower’s inauguration. @manhattanmemo

[secondhandmckie]

@sevenkillings | continued meme "Morning." Molly managed about a yawn, unaware of Andre's inner turmoil and waiting for the coffee to decide it was ready. It was taking its own sweet time about it, if you asked her, and she was depending on it to appear at least a little human today. Sure, she slept well-enough (for her, anyway), but she would have preferred another few hours curled up under warm blankets. She leaned on the counter, rubbing sleep from her face. "Did I wake you? Wasn't trying to--tripped over my shoe."

[ghxstwrxter]

@themanymusesofme - Rewind

The door banged open and a young Landry winced; if what was slung and struggling over his shoulders wasn’t enough to piss Mama Romero off, banging her door open would. But trying to keep a hold of Andre and trying to look out for his friend at left him little choice.

“Lemme down ya bastard,“ Andre grumbled as he went limp, his head spinning from the amount of alcohol he had consumed and the position his friend had him in. When Landry shifted him and, what felt like, threw him on the couch, Andre let out a drunken growl as he tried to charge the larger man only to collapse and be set back on the couch, growling the whole way. 

[ghxstwrxter]

@bullctprccfheart​

It wasn’t a conversation Andre wanted to have, not at all. But if things were going to go smoothly with the lights and cameras hanging around the Quarter, he needed his second to be on the same page. Not a one of them involved with the spectacle of a show were family, not anymore. 

Not a one of them got to share in the secrets the swamp held. While they could put the city’s history and ghosts on display for the world to see, there were many things that needed to remain hidden.

Cracking the top off a bottle of beer, Andre brought it to his lips before he spoke. “I need your help makin’ sure the others don’t go near the Quarter.”

[andrekemner]

envía ‘ 🎨 ’ para un edit / moodboard de mi personaje. @nikkajgs

[ghxstwrxter]

If anyone were to ask Andre about it later, he would blame the copious amount of alcohol he'd consumed before Landry drug him home sobbing like a pup.

Yet the hole left in his chest hurt worse than any of the bones he'd broken rough housing with any of the other boys when they were younger. The heartbreak and the sobs had him barely able to breathe as he held on to his mother.