21 - Like a moth to a flame
He knew it was forbidden. He has an imprint. But he didn't care. She was too young. He loved her like a baby sister. And Embry was like a flame, warm, beautiful, controlled by all appearance but wild. And he was a moth. Embry preferred to call him a butterfly. 'It's most beautiful than a moth. In fact, you remind me a Question Mark Butterfly. You'll show your underside, the plaine side, the common side, but I'm lucky enough to see the upperside.' Later, after founding what the butterfly looked like, Quil, sadly, couldn't saw what they had in common.