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Ah bed time, one of only three different scenario in which you'd catch A'Hallei without armor, which was sleeping, bathing, or making repairs on his armor. The white haired boy had walked out onto the balcony, looking up into the sky. A few little birds, finches, flew overhead, peeping sweetly.
At Makenna's speaking, A'Hallei turned to look at him, and gave him a brief, but touching and sincere smile.

A'Hallei nodded, taking one last look at the darkening sky before heading inside. Briefly, he wondered if they should put mosquito netting up sometime. Taking a cot beside Makenna, the armor started to come off. Gauntlets clattered to the floor, Pauldrons fell with a heavy thunk, chestplate a tinny clang, Fauld, Laimes, and boots various clanks, and chainmail many clinking noises. With such a ruckus, it was amazing that while he wore the stuff, he was quiet as death.

Under it all, was a loose grey shirt, long sleeved, and a pair of tight black pants, and red socks.

Sitting on the cot, he was glad there was already a thin blanket on it. But...
Motioning to Makenna, he tried several different motions, one was flicking on a lighter, another for a flashlight, and a third for a lightbulb with a pull chain to light it. He was inquiring if there was an alternate light source to use once the sun set.

A'Hallei took the light and smiled, clicking it on and shining the beam under his face, giving him a heavily shadowed look, especially in his eye sockets. Oddly, the light seemed to reflect off the inside of his eyes and light them up, creating an unearthly glow.

Casting the beam towards the wall, he began to make shadow puppets. First a dog...or was it a duck? No...it kind of looked like a dog, no, more like a dinosaur. No wait! It had an ear, the verdict was out on dog.

A'Hallei made shadow puppets for a few minutes more before realizing Makenna had run off into the land of dreams and shadows. Laying the light on the cot, A'Hallei walked to Makenna's bed, and carefully, gently tucked the boy under the blankets. So sweet, so serene...

Cold fingers touched warm skin as he gingerly caressed the mocha skinned boy's cheek with the back of his fingers, a small sign of affection. Standing once more, A'Hallei swiftly undid his braid and walked outside, to see if he could spot the moon.

He could, white and beautiful, a beloved mark in the sky, and a source of comfort with the cool gentle rays. There were no other visable stars in the sky, all paying homage to the moon. Smiling up at her, the ghostly boy drifted back inside the treehouse and curled up on his cot, falling asleep to the whistles of the wind through the trees, and the screaming of the scorched figures in his mind.

A'Hallei was still, almost too still, but no, he was alive yet, the soft shifting of his chest attributed to the fact that yes, he was still breathing. His hands were hidden from view, also hanging off the cot, but he was faced away from Makenna. Slowly...Slowly he was picking the skin off of the inside of his wrist on his left hand. Fingers lax, he watched the lazy rivulet of blood snake down his hand, through the wrinkles in his skin, and off of his middle finger, dripping with a soft tink, tink on the chestplate of his armor. An odd smile graced his face, eyes tired and dull. To touch his skin would find it as cold as a fish, not once throughout the night did he pull the blanket over himself.

A'Hallei listened to Makenna stir and walk around the treehouse, eyes shifting to the side as he focused on the soft sounds, the patting of bare feet on the wood, the shift of clothes as they brushed together, the quiet sighs and muffled yawns that heralded in the new day. And the steady tinking of his blood hitting the chestplate. Before long it became a plop, as the inside already had a puddle of the sanguine fluid inside, slightly translucent, and dark.

A'Hallei watched Makenna with suprise, he had expected a reprimand, or at least a question, but no, the mocha skinned boy even provided him a jar. Waiting a little for him to move off again, A'Hallei sat up and retrieved another bandage, fixing himself up. Picking up the jar, he stared at it, mildly disgusted by the way it clotted, forming disgusting chunks floating about. Disposing of the contents quickly, he cleaned and replaced his armor, and made his way to a couch cushion and sat, quietly watching Makenna, hair falling in gentle waves around his face and shoulders.

He was easy to get along with then one didn't try to stop him.

A'Hallei tilted his head, curious. He'd never known hot chocolate. If it was anything like regular chocolate, it must be delicious. Quickly, he nodded, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Green eyes watched Makenna go about domestic duties, with a hint of something resembling adoration. The dark haired boy was so cute, gentle, understanding. Given the oppourtunity, he could probably just look at Makenna all day, studying the nuances of his behavior, such as how he favored his injured hand, the errant way he pulled back the streak of red in his hair, which tended to fall into his face, and those moments of quiet, where he stilled slightly, thinking.
Lovely boy. Obsidian.