‘i can’t believe andrew’s breaking his parole’ says a guy who came to play a sport that his mother used to beat him up for playing, with a guy with whom he saw his father cut up a man into tiny pieces, knowing he’s going to be in front of cameras and exposing himself to said father who tried to kill him on numerous occasions for eight years straight, his survival probabilities shrinking to a minimum
Yes, but Neil is “just” risking his life. Andrew is risking his chance to play Exy. We all know how Neil’s priorities work, after all.
What started as a joke between myself and @kings-dream became and actual thing that has an obscene amount of views and absolutely lovely feedback, please enjoy my ‘AFTG characters as vines’ compilation video (more AFTG and other books to come).
It baffles me how some people didn’t realize that Neil has indeed killed people even before joining the Foxes.
Like, guys, when his mom died he didn’t just go “Oh, you know what could be fun to do with her body?”. He knew how to get rid of the corpse and the traces in the car so that it wouldn’t be identifiable and that his father’s people would have trouble finding them. He didn’t think that out of nowhere, he knew exactly what to do. And he did while in shock because his mom had died, which means it was ingrained enough in him that he could do it in autopilot. Also, he slept with a gun under his pillow. What, did you believe he never used it? He has a gunshot wound on himself which means he was in the middle of a fire at least once. Do you think he didn’t fire back? That he fired and always missed the mark?
Neil and Mary were on the run from a mobster and professional killer.
They did bad things that did not stop at occasional stealing and squatting in empty houses.
They did what they had to in order to survive and that does not make them monsters like Nathan was, but it doesn’t make them good people either.
People will write Neil in fics drinking the same amount of alcohol as Andrew and being a funny kind of drunk but like
That boy did not touch alcohol for the first 18 years of his life in fear of spilling his secrets. Give him two long island ice tea and he’s DONE for the night
He eats half a pack of liquor chocolates and is fucking WASTED
After half a bottle of wine he’ll serenade about Andrew’s eyes and how strong his arms are
Neil one hundred percent buys one of those hoodies that you can carry your cat around in. Andrew doesn’t know until he hears a small meow and Neil tries to say it was his stomach.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 