[b][u]Collab between GenericInsult and CaughtInTheRiddle[/u][/b] Cold. She woke up with a small girlish screech as she shot up from the comfort of her bed, drenched in cold icy water. Her ice blue eyes narrowed into a deathly glare as she met the gaze of her oh-so-lovable brother who stood at the foot of her bed with a bored expression and a bucket in his hands. She would have reached out and slapped him upside the face… if she could reach – but that sounded like a whole lot of effort. So instead, her features relaxed into a blank stare and she fell back onto her now wet sheets, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before closing her eyes once more; she mumbled an incoherent “five more minutes” before she slowly allowed herself to fall into an unconscious state once more. Chris stared at his sister with a frown as he watched her go back to sleep… that girl could sleep through anything. With a dismissive raise of his eyebrows, he dropped the bucket and yanked the blanket back, exposing her pale foot. He glanced up at his sister for a moment before rolling his eyes and wrapping his hand around her ankle. He paused for a moment before he yanked swiftly, ripping her from her blankets and comfortable mattress. She hit the ground with a small yelp followed by a thud – her gaze lifted to meet Chris as he towered over her, his arms folded over his chest as his blue eyes scrutinised her. A small pout befell her features as she sulked, “What was that for?” “We’re going for a run,” she huffed like a small child as she folded her arms over her chest, shivering slightly due to wet pyjamas – Chris simply turned away and exited the room before calling one command over his shoulder, “Be ready in five or I’ll come in and force you to get ready.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was warm and the breeze was blowing gently, sweeping across the grass as he laid upon it, staring at the sky with closed eyes; no noise, no teens running frantically around the place… this was nice. A small frown tugged at his features as he heard the all too familiar voice groan as it drew nearer. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? “We’ve been running for so long! I don’t want to do this anymore!” His eyebrow twitched as he heard their footsteps stop not even a metre away from him. He heard Arina collapse to the ground, trying to catch her breath. He cracked an eyelid open to look up at Christopher who stared down at his sister with a bored expression… A typical day for the siblings. “You’re pathetic.” “Your mother’s pathetic!” “We have the same mother…” “Doesn’t make her any less pathetic...” A small whine came from the girl who was now sitting cross legged, her childish demeanour never faltering. With a sigh, Pachid summed up that with these two handing around, he was no longer going to get the peaceful morning he so desired. His deep green eyes narrowed into a slight glare for the moment as he stared between the two, but even the grudge was too much effort to hold – so he simply sighed and looked back towards the manor. “Do you two ever stop arguing?” Arina turned back to look at him with a grin, which signified a definite no. He couldn’t tell whether they liked each other or despised each other half the time. The two fought like no tomorrow… it was so tiresome. He sighed and fell onto his back once more, staring at the clouds. Arina stared up into the sky with him, her hand raising slowly to point at a fluffy white cloud, “That one looks like you, Pachid!” He frowned as his gaze found the one she was pointing at – it was a big white blob in the sky… it look no shape. He rolled his eyes for a moment before relaxing completely, he was comfortable around the two of them. They had taken a liking to him when they arrived at the school, and ever since then – they had been impossible to shake… always showing up when he wanted to rest. “Arina, I’ll make you a deal,” his ears perked up as Christopher’s words cut through the air – he glanced at the troublesome man or a moment before looking back at Arina who cocked her head to the side as she stared up at her brother; indicating she was listening. “A sparring match,” she raised an eyebrow at him, “We can stop running if you spar with me…” Pachid stared at Arina for a moment, watching her ponder over the offer. He could see her features change with every action, thought and consequence that ran through her mind – her expression allowing him to read every thought. It wasn’t often she allowed herself to show so much emotion – most of the time, one couldn’t tell if she was thinking about joining the Brotherhood or wanting to ride a pony… “No powers.” her voice was oddly high and she sounded like a five year old as she frowned up at him, and he smirked, folding his arms over his chest, “Alright, no powers.”