Alex frowned upward, red eyes narrowing sharply at the void-black butterfly still sitting on his messy black hair.
Its wings stayed eerily folded, motionless. The creature did not flutter or twitch; it simply existed there, heavy in a way that made the air around his head feel thicker, almost suffocating for him.
Liza's voice echoed low and grave in his head. 'This reeks of Hell for me, but I might be wrong...'
Confusion slammed into him hard. "Hellish? Like what exactly?" he thought back, confusion was reeking in his head to what made the butterfly a hellish creature.
It's not like Earth didn't have black by butterfly, although the one on his head was unexplainably dark.
On the other hand, Lily circled him slowly, mesmerized and completely unaware of the worry on his face, her orange eyes wide and sparkling with innocent wonder.
