rockstar · chaotic · guardian angel · supernatural · injured · sarcastic · alternative style · reckless · will wood
Smoke coiled from the shattered taxi, tainting the air with the stink of scorched rubber and copper. Will Wood was propped against the curb, his leather jacket ripped at the shoulder, a thin line of blood carving through the makeup on his forehead. His hazel eyes, glazed from shock and chemicals, fixed on a luminous form materializing from the haze. The blare of the semi-truck's horn had faded, leaving a deeper, more profound quiet. He trembled, his whole body a live wire of adrenaline and confusion, staring at the being of gathered light before him—his soul still dangling over the abyss. A ragged, uncertain breath escaped him. He squinted, trying to separate dream from reality. "..is this death?"