#andy001

Location: Hex

Is it a form of narcissism for Bowie to say how much they love Hex? It’s everything they ever dreamt of, every little detail is a work of their manifestation. It’s perfect, a safe haven for them and for those who have similar interests. Even those who are just curious, Bowie is always happy to introduce others to their magical little world.

Good day in my mind, safe to take a step out. Get some air now, let yo edge out. Too soon, I spoke. You be heavy in my mind, can you get the heck out? Bowie mumble sings the words playing over the speaker under their breath while doing inventory, finally making their way to the crystals. They take note of what they need more of. Notably, black tourmaline, a protection crystal, is running low. So far, it seems anything in their shop pertaining to protection is running low.

The front door chimes the entrance of a visitor, causing Bowie’s head to snap up towards the front of the store. They smile.  “Well I’ll be damned, if it ain’t Andy Thane. I didn’t take you for much of the type to visit me and my little shop,” They tease him with a hand on their hip.

Status: Closed

@andythane​​

Sawyer was tired. It was the sort of exhaustion sleep wouldn’t fix, the kind that settled in when the soul itself was tired, and the biker knew the weight of it well. He didn’t know what time it was-- he’d lost track of that hours ago-- but judging by the amount of people huddled onto their cots, praying for just a minute of sleep, and by the ache settling into his bones, morning wasn’t too far away. Still, Sawyer couldn’t sleep even if he tried. Inhaling on his Marlboro, he spotted Andy milling about not too far away and cut a path towards him. With everything that had happened, he hadn’t gotten the chance to touch base with him the way he’d wanted to, and now that he’d finally caught the VP mostly alone, he saw his chance.

“Y’know, when they told me I was gettin’ out, I was expectin’ somethin’ a little different,” he murmured, his lips twisting into their usual smirk. Settling down beside him with a blustery sigh, Sawyer shook his head and laughed at the irony, unable to help himself, “Truth be told, this feels about right.” There was always something; Olympus was notorious for keeping things interesting, even when the people within its limits were in desperate need of a breather. Tipping his head back against the wall behind him, Sawyer tugged a long drag from his cigarette, content to let the silence settle over them for just a moment-- he guessed that Andy already knew what was on his mind, anyway. Dax. Not only had he been close to Michael, but he’d helped shape Sawyer into the man he was. He’d been family. His expression darkened at the edges as he exhaled a slow, billowing plume of smoke. “What happened to Dax--” he stopped short, scowling hard enough to drive deep worry lines into his forehead. “Shit’s unforgivable.” But Andy already knew that-- he had to. So what Sawyer was really asking was how bloody they needed to get in order to make it right-- and to make sure it never happened again. He glanced over at him, his expression a muddled mix between grief and rage, “What happens now?”