Michael Hanlon
29 years of age.
The man of a thousand words and journal entries. Skin of warm honey and chocolate mocha, kissed by the sun itself. Farm grown and Derry bound.•••
Stanley Uris
27 years of age.
A man of wisdom and guidance, soft thoughts and quiet cries. Bird boy by choice. Skin of blushed ivory and sprinkled freckles. Sleepy mind and forbidden speech.•••
The rest of the losers as well
YOU ARE READING
5AM// Stanlon
Fanfiction"We've got work in the morning but it's nearly 5AM" -amber run