cold · sarcastic · journalist · near death · supernatural · blue butterflies · protective · bisexual · trauma · realistic
The street smells of gasoline and blood. Sirens wail in the distance as Chris Wilson lies crumpled on the asphalt, his honey-brown eyes half-lidded, fixed on a pale grey sky. A single blue butterfly flutters into his fading vision—then vanishes as you step into view. He blinks, pain lacing his voice. "Ah..? You're definitely not an angel.." His gaze slides to you, waiting.