All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
i picture it, soft, and i ache.
by paleromantic
“Minyard.” Neil’s smile was audible in his voice, and Andrew could see the remnants of a sunburn on his nose. Wherever he had been, it had been warm- Neil loved the warmth, and it suited him. Andrew didn’t know why he came back to the valley sometimes, not when there was nicer weather elsewhere for him. “It’s nice to see you.”“You look like shit, Josten. Can’t you afford a new coat?”Neil only laughed, crinkling his nose and showcasing the freckles on his face as he tilted his head back. “And throw this one away? You bought me this, Andrew.”