Fera wished the weather would make up its bloody mind. One day, it was so sunny that the light felt it was going to burn her skin away, and the next, it was pouring fit to drown the world.
And something had woken her up in such a manner that she'd bolted upright in bed, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. It took her a moment of careful observation to see that they were, in fact, alone in the room and there was no imediate danger.
Sighing, Fera looked over at Basil sleeping beside her. His thick lashes touched to his pale cheeks, features so alike to her own save that his were a little sharper, more angular. But he had the same soft green eyes that she did, the same dusty, dirty blonde hair - except his was a great deal longer. Basil was so pretty; they looked so much alike that she always wondered why she didn't think the same thing about herself when she looked in the mirror. And as alike as they looked, their personalities were as different as night and day.
Her twin didn't stir as she got out of bed, padding over to the window to peer outside. The rain was still coming down in torrents. Maybe it was the lightning and thunder that'd woken her up.
Frowning, she drew the curtains tightly shut, for all the good it did. Another crack of lightning left the room illuminated for several eerie seconds. Grimmacing, she retreated to the opposite side of the room, struck a match to leave a candle burning at heir bedside and headed for the door. No doubt the bar downstairs would still be lively; maybe something to drink and eat would help her get back to sleep. Basil would be fine while she was gone, so long as he stayed asleep and she didn't take too long.
Picking her way out into the hall and down the two flights of stairs, Fera was met with the sound of laughter and mugs clinking together. Thankfully none of the other customers at the inn acknowledged her as she went up to the bar and requested a glass of water along with some rolls and butter. The bartender looked at her a bit weird for her choices in late-night snacks, but didn't question as he wen to do as asked. Fera turned and leaned her back against the counter while waiting, bare feet shuffling absently on the worn wood flooring as she looked around and observed the others enjoying themselves.
Back upstairs, Basil stirred, frowned, and opened his eyes, immediately noting the absence of his twin sister in the bed beside him. He sat up slowly with the same prickly feeling on the back of his neck that Fera'd experienced a few minutes prior. He knew what that feeling meant, and didn't like it.
Shivering, he quickly sank back down into the bed, drawing the covers up over his head and curling into a tight little ball on his side so he didn't have to look at the shapes the candle and occasional flickers of lightning were casting all over the room. Fera had probably just stepped out for a few minutes, she'd be back soon. Nothing to be afraid of...
'Soon' turned out not to be soon enough. Despite the blanket over his head, Basil felt something against his skin, akin to icy fingers tip-toeing up his spine to the back of his neck. His eyes squinched shut and he lay deathly still. Ignore it, ignore it - sometimes if you ignored them, they went away.
...Sometimes, but rarely.
The cold sensation was followed by a burning one; the blanket being yanked away and fire-hot claws raking all the way down his back. Basil stiffened, thrashed and started screaming.
((left this open so someone can interact with either character. ^^; ))
