The unlikely union of light and darkness.
"My soul is ruined; made of dead stars, and darkness. And yet, you managed to find light in my hollow heart. Beauty in my unholiness. You mended the fissures of my being. And for that, I shall worship you fo...
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"YOU LOOKED SICKLY THIS MORNING,"Abel said in between bites, not noticing the incredulous glare his sister shot at him or Lilith's low wince. A jab to the rib, however, did catch his attention. "Dawn! Will you stop acting like a child?" He looked down at her, almost recoiling when she stared at him right in the eye. No matter how delicate she looked, the air around her made her an intimidating opponent. It was a quality he could admire, and he did, but it was frightening all the same. Repressing the need to shrink away, Abel merely scoffed at his sister's rashness. "Heavens, even a child can behave better than you. You're an animal."
"At least this animal has manners." The younger Mallor countered, shaking her onyx locks and puffing air out of her nose. A habit of hers, one that formed the night she and Abel left their mother's womb. It was her brother's presence that had and would always vex her. She didn't know life without him; he and she were bound, and that itself pestered her. "When will you stop being so ignorant? Oh, that is right, never-with that head of yours that lacks a brain."
"Will you two stop fighting?" Ulrich grumbled, traces of repressed irritation accompanying his request. His annoyance was evident but even more so was the discomfort he felt in between the storm of cruel words and sharp gazes. Because of his abilities, Blackwell himself felt anger tugging at his sides and he tried his best to subdue it. "Save it for the family reunions. We are here to enjoy a nice outing, not to witness a brawl."
"And will you please stop eating the treats I have baked!" Hiya scolded the eldest Mallor, tightening her grip on the handle of her wicker basket. "Save it for the picnic."
"I didn't mean any harm by what I said." Abel amended, turning towards Lilith. "I was going to advise you to return to bed. You look," he paused, feeling his sister's eyes and tried to pick his words carefully, "you look unwell." All eyes turned to Lilith, who cowered behind the curls framing her face.
Somnolence clung to her features, pulling her skin down into a droopy appearance. She had forced herself to stay awake throughout her classes, and now, after a long day, she did not have the energy to fight against the fatigue. It was apparent in her steps and her constant yawns. And although it was obvious to anyone who looked, she still shook her head. "I feel well," the witch croaked.
Another lie.
She had replayed her mother's warning again and again, all throughout the remainder of the night. Lilith tried to piece her night terror together- from the crosses to the birds, to her very mother, yet none of it gave any clue as to who or what it was that she should be wary of. She laid in bed, turning it over and over in her mind, taking note of every mundane detail until the first ray of sunlight peered through her window. She watched the frost melt away and while she did so, decided to forget the warning, at least until she had the energy to think again. It was all she could do, and though she was frustrated, she knew it would be of no use to dwell.
