A mental dissection of Andrew "I'm Normal" Graves
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It’s all smoke and mirrors—illusions and tricks that he sells to the world like some sort of fucked up magician. Or a con artist—Andrew thinks that’s a more apt comparison. He’s good at it, too.
Pretending came as naturally as breathing at this point. He can be anything that anyone wants him to be, even if he would love nothing more than to take a bat to the back of their skull and bash their fucking brains in until their face remained nothing but an unrecognizable red mush. They’d never know.
He’s that good.
Andrew knows the rot is there, though. He can always feel it—sloshing around in his insides like thick black sludge. Not quite like a tar pit, but something close to one. It builds in his lungs like the smoke that he blackens them with until he is choking on it, until he feels like it’s going to explode out of his fucking chest. Those days are the worst, when it’s nearly impossible to keep it together, when the staples holding his chest together burst apart and the festering rot pours out.
Ashley is always harder to ignore on those days.
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