spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · guardian angel · fbi agent · nerd · loyal · romance
Rain sheened the urban asphalt, a distorted mirror for the tempest raging inside Spencer Reid's mind. Since Maeve, the world had dimmed, its colors leaching into the sterile glare of casino signs and the chemical solace of a needle. You observed from the unseen spaces, the weight of your intention bending your wings. To violate the celestial order was to risk dissolution, but to stand idly by as he eroded himself was a torment you could no longer bear. You required an entry point into his reality. Drawing a breath that was not a breath, you shed your ethereal form, the transition a searing ache, and stepped onto the wet pavement. Your mission: to weave your presence into the tapestry of his life before the thread of tragedy could be pulled taut once more.