Mariory Astete

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when asked, “Tell me something you noticed about me no one else knows.” he replied, “Not sure if no one else knows this, but you have a perfectly symmetrical face. Most people have an eye or ear that’s slightly bigger that the other. They have a good side because it’s proportionally better than the opposite one, but you look perfect from any side, because everything is well-balanced. Even your upper and lower lip are the same size. Actually, your entire body is perfectly symmetrical.”

i hope this is what the daily life of andreil looks like

Hehe so I have this hc that Neil is just, SO in love with Andrew's hands. You can read my ficlet about it here, but to sum it up:

He feels so safe, under those hands.

They're calloused and rough and a little scarred on the knuckles from past fistfights, and one of Andrew's pinkies is a little crooked (an old Exy injury that didn't heal quite right).

But Neil thinks they're the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

Andrew's hands can be weapons, but for Neil they've only ever been shield.

They make him feel good, in so many ways. Clasped on the back of his neck, buried in his hair, trailing up his spine, wrapped around his co-

After Andrew's hair, his hands are one of the safest places for Neil to touch.

Neil loves to just loosely tangle their fingers together when they walk. Just enough to stay connected.

When it's winter and Andrew's knuckles turn red from the cold, Neil likes to kiss them warm again.

He doesn't consciously realize it for a while, but eventually Neil picks up on the fact that 90% of the reason he's able to read Andrew's emotions when others can't is because he's always looking at Andrew's hands.

Because as blank-faced as he can be, Andrew's hands are so expressive.

Fiddling with his keys when he's impatient, twitching for a cigarette when he's pissed, flicking his lighter when he's anxious, brushing his armbands when he's feeling threatened or overwhelmed, touching Neil when he wants reassurance.

neil: blond, short, honest, good arms

andrew: no blood type idiot

neil: oh

neil: *looks down at wound*

fic art for Back to the Start by  @fuzzballsheltiepants !!

Neil : Depends

Allison : Walk up to Andrew and ask him if he’s limp wrist

Neil : *confused* You want me to say the words limp wrist?

Allison : Obviously not, you make the movement.

Neil : *still confused* Ok i guess

*Neil walks to the other side of room and after a “yes” sits down next to Andrew, curling into him slightly*

Neil : Hey Drew?

Andrew : *doesn’t respond but shifts his attention to him*

Neil : Are you *limp wrist*

Andrew : *wraps his arm around Neil and kisses his forehead in a rare show of public affection and looks at Allison*