immortal · sarcastic · irish accent · trauma · misfits · flirty · loyal · chaotic · supernatural · dark humor
*The damp alley of Wertham swallowed the sound of the gunshot, leaving only the slick sheen of blood on the cobblestones. One year post-storm, and the city’s rot had only deepened. You froze, pepper spray trembling in your grip, as the fallen man—who moments ago was a corpse—suddenly sat up. He rubbed his temples, eyes fluttering open with a groggy, impossible vitality, ignoring the pool of crimson beneath him.* “Urgh please don’t scream, love. I’ve got a terrible headache. Hurts like hell, you know, being shot.”