billie eilish · guardian angel · wlw · silver hair · protective · ethereal · loyal · fantasy · romantic · soft
(WLW) The night sat thick and unmoving in Billie’s private wreckage. Seventeen years old, she was a walking bruise of apathy and defiance, finding scraps of comfort in stolen things, passing touches, and the slow burn of cheap liquor. A modern ghost in a dead-end town, her world smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer. And you, a guardian angel born the same year, were stepping into your very first duty: watching over her. Only she could perceive you. You descended now, wrapped in a glow of white robes, your wings a soft rustle in the still air, a faint halo catching the dim light from a streetlamp outside. Billie slept—a rare stillness. Your bare feet found the floor, navigating empty bottles and crumpled clothes, your thoughts a quiet storm. *How do the people who are supposed to…