The boy with those breath taking, multifaceted green eyes, had found it hard to leave the library. Already his pre med courses had entirely dumped a large workload on the students and Malachi could scarcely come up for air in between reading assignments, practice problems, endless pages of homework, and not to mention the studying for the tests that seemed to be coming up way too quickly for the red haired man's liking. But as he moves down the street, exploring the city he was now taking residence within, Malachi did allow for a crooked smile to light his features, the same crooked smile his father would wear when sunlight touched his face, or if the sky seemed particularly blue, or when the breeze rustled through the trees. As the sunlight spills across Malachi's own face he blinks those beautiful green eyes before pointing them forwards and continuing on his way.

There is a sense of glazed overness to those green eyes, and for once he is not thinking about the chemical makeup of certain prescriptions, or memorizing a difficult formula, Malachi finds he has other things on his mind. Behind his green hues his thoughts have turned to his sister, and it is not the youngest sister he is thinking of, nor the eldest of the siblings, instead he thinks of Alia. With the meeting of new people, and getting used to a strange town, he missed her more than anyone right now. It was Alia he longed to see, Alia he longed to hear, even if she did just call him Princess Malachi (this goes back much too far for Malachi to care to explain, though it has to do with him being a toddler and his sisters deciding he needed to play dress up with them,) and call him a wimp for not just jumping into conversations and inviting himself to parties, or even trying to party like the other freshmen were. She would pull Malachi from his slump, his sister that was three years younger than himself, but ten times as bold. For having been born such a fragile being, Malachi loved to see her thriving. He wished he possessed even an ounce of her courage and carefree abandon and despite being the older brother, he found himself often looking up to Alia. He pictures her face for a moment, the same red tinted hair as himself, but with the same dark eyes of their mother that always held such a mystery to them, like you could never tell what they were thinking. In Malachi's mother's case, she was usually planning a surprise, or as of lately, always trying to hide the pain for the sake of her children. While Alia tended to always be up to something, more than once (more than probably a hundred times at this point) Malachi had had to cover for his sister when she would sneak out, or tutor her because she found going to art exhibits and painting much more interesting than school. She always kept her older brother guessing.

A warm and kind smile floats over his face easily, especially easily as he thinks about his sister, it was hard to keep it off his face. And he holds all his memories with his sisters close to his heart. Perhaps that is why the emerald eyed young man with russet hair had decided to go to the park today. He has many fond memories of going to free jazz concerts in their city park, with his older sister, Lisabet and his younger sister Alia. So, when he had seen flyers on campus for the event, the russet haired student could simply not turn down such an opportunity.

The emerald eyed student had dressed modestly, as he always seemed to do. He wore a light blue button up shirt that was loose and comfortable, with khaki pants. His reddish hair seemed especially unruly today and so he decided to throw a tan beanie over his head, pushing it backwards slightly, anything to hide his incredibly messy hair that never seemed to be able to lay flat on his head no matter what he would try. It would take the power of God or more to get that hair to actually look neat.

As he strolls along towards the park, the sun begins to drip further and further as the seconds tick by, Malachi knew it would be dark soon and the pale moon would take the sun's place in the sky, and according to the calendar it was to be full tonight. "You never know what can happen under a full moon Chi." He can hear his mother's words ring through as clear as a bell as a smile comes to the russet haired man's face, crinkling those emerald eyes slightly as he does so. It had always surprised the emerald eyed boy when his mother said such things, she having always been a realist, rather than the superstitious and dreamer like Malachi's copper haired father was.

The rusty haired pre med student arrived in the park, he had known he was close even before he arrived, from the sound of music traveling through the air. The last of the sun's rays were already disappearing, some of the braver stars had already decided to come out hear the music as well it would seem. An easy going smile covers his face as Malachi lets himself be absorbed by the music. He stands near the back and as the last of the light disappears, he lets his eyes close and his body begin to sway. If he concentrated hard enough, it even felt like Lisabet and Alia were here with him, though he knew whenever he opened those emerald eyes that they would not be there, that he would be alone in a sea of people. And maybe, had Malachi stayed alone, this evening would have gone far differently than it was about to go.

Alas, as they say, fate is a fickle thing, as Malachi was about to learn.