Leviathan Oriox Malphas

Mal had his face buried in his pillow, his thick feather quilt wrapped tightly around his body. Images flashed before his sleeping eyes, ones of the previous night, but it'd gone all wrong, not the way it had. He jerked awake to a hand on his shoulder, and he muttered, " Don't touch me. " the first three times he was shaken, before he sat bolt upright, shoving his sister away with a frightened cry. He held the blankets around his shoulders, his blue eyes squeezed tightly shut. Levi was shaking, fighting to gain control of himself again, trying to force the shock and fear of being touched away. When he was finally calm enough to speak, though the words were shaken, he said, " Go wake the girl, "
When his sister left, the male took a deep breath, slowly sliding off the bed and moving toward his dresser,having opened his eyes when his feet touched the wooden floor. Picking a set of clothes out, he dressed, moving to the bathroom to fix his hair. Ori brushed his hair, and then ran his finger through it, upward, in an attempt to tease it. Pleased, he flicked it away from his eyes, walking from the bathroom and his bedroom, he began making his hands toward the dining hall.

Mal had his face buried in his pillow, his thick feather quilt wrapped tightly around his body. Images flashed before his sleeping eyes, ones of the previous night, but it'd gone all wrong, not the way it had. He jerked awake to a hand on his shoulder, and he muttered, " Don't touch me. " the first three times he was shaken, before he sat bolt upright, shoving his sister away with a frightened cry. He held the blankets around his shoulders, his blue eyes squeezed tightly shut. Levi was shaking, fighting to gain control of himself again, trying to force the shock and fear of being touched away. When he was finally calm enough to speak, though the words were shaken, he said, " Go wake the girl, "
When his sister left, the male took a deep breath, slowly sliding off the bed and moving toward his dresser,having opened his eyes when his feet touched the wooden floor. Picking a set of clothes out, he dressed, moving to the bathroom to fix his hair. Ori brushed his hair, and then ran his finger through it, upward, in an attempt to tease it. Pleased, he flicked it away from his eyes, walking from the bathroom and his bedroom, he began making his hands toward the dining hall.


