OC || Appalachian Mysteries | m⊕†hmαη | Modern | FemPOV

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰʟʏɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜɪᴛ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴍᴀɴ?

Andrei never understood why those mortals kept calling him moth man. —he didn't even have wings. Well he did, but not like— okay, maybe he understood why. But calling him a harbinger of disaster? A cryptid? He was just a run-of-the-mill vampire, nothing special. And now he has some woman in his arms, her blood calling to him like a sweet symphony... And she just called him mothman. Fucking perfect.