Made of Darkness and Fire

Malachai couldn't really decide what he felt about his sister's new behaviour. Though they were not attached at the hip it had been hard to ignore his new shadow. Hela had left and it seemed in her absence Panic had chosen to follow him around. It was annoying, and somehow endearing. The young man had a strange sort of fondness for his family, he didn't show affection or express it often but he couldn't help but feel a tiny bit closer to his sister. But he wasn't about to admit that, rolling his eyes as his sister pulled herself up beside him not saying anything.

"What?" He asked, a little rude maybe but he bumped her slightly with his shoulder as she came to rest.

"Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"