Had it not been for the fact that Malachi had been having one of his fits again, he likely would have left the room. Currently, the blond was curled into himself, blue eyes sealed shut, and his glasses tossed aside. Golden wings curled around him, summoning more light to reflect around him, keep him warm, as it almost always did. Malachi Solas'fuar wished his brother was here. Sha'avah made things easier...kept him sane. They were twins, after all, in a weird way, even if they DIDN'T look alike. Thinking of Sha helped him keep his mind held still, as he tried to push the dark whisper in his mind back.Slowly, his light began to fade, and the warmth began to leave him . Malachi cried out in fear, terrified of the room he shared with his brother at night. It was too dark...too terrifying. He didn't want to think about what could happen if he lost himself to the things that told him that everything would be alright. If ONLY. If only he'd give in. Blue eyes were becoming colder by the second as the other side of him began to take over. Light regathered about him, becoming warmer by the moment, and all the boy could do was cry...
"Sha....!" He didn't want to be that other self.
