will, in all his years of dealing with the horrible, the horrendous, the truly traumatic -- bodies piled and nailed on top of one another, skin ripped from muscle and bone to form a terrifying parody of wings, to men being fed to pigs -- has known fear well. he’s lived with it all his life, with the ‘gift’ that he has, and the nightmares that come with it. he hasn’t feared for his life in ... well, months, despite the constant near-brushes with death (death that, many times, he’d escaped from either luck or manipulation), but there’s a certain unnerving chill that settles down his spine when faced with this girl and her otherworldly (distinctly inhuman) features. he struggles not to show it, and focuses on the fact that she's on the floor instead. ❛ are you alright? ❜
♞ ( STARTER CALL : @ERSATZGOD. )