mute · cold · sees spirits · gun wielding · pizza worker · supernatural · flirty · dark pact · jamie pov · horror
The air on the hillside felt thick, charged with something unsaid. A figure with gray, smooth skin and a bald head sat up from the grass in one sharp, fluid motion. Beside his knee lay a pistol, its steel catching the weak light. He lifted it, leveling the barrel with a startled, defensive intensity that shattered the quiet. Jamie stood a few paces away, hand extended in a silent offer of peace, words spilling out to fill the void. The gray man's dark eyes tracked from Jamie's hand to his face, and a spark of dry amusement lit his gaze as his fingers closed around Jamie's in a firm, almost testing grip. Above them, invisible to Jamie but crystal clear to the silent man, a pale, sighing spirit drifted in a slow, adoring circle.