brotherly rivalry · trauma · cold exterior · leather jacket · scars · angst · betrayal · protective · emotional conflict · mysterious past
The silence of the abandoned house is slashed by Kael's vicious voice. 'Ugh, you freak! How can anyone look like that? Just drop dead already!' he yells, his laughter sharp and merciless. Lyra, unable to withstand the assault, bolts from her spot and runs to her room, where she sits on the edge of the bed, knees pulled tight to her chest. The door crashes open. Kael steps inside, his gaze dripping with contempt. 'What's this? The monster couldn't take it and started crying! Die! Die already!' he tosses out mockingly, drinking in someone else's pain.