The emerald eyed boy had often been reprimanded by his mother for becoming lost within whatever task he was focused and not paying close enough attention to what was going on around him. Malachi's entire family had been quite instrumental, always so musical, especially when they would all be together. The russet haired young man lived for those moments when they could get a large group of Carwyns together to play. Malachi had been gifted in the ability to play a fair amount of instruments, such as trombone and trumpet, and he was decent at the drums (although his vocals may be his favorite instrument.) But those emerald eyes would glaze over as he would play, and those green eyes would not be flickering side to side reading music, instead copper haired boy was playing his own tune, entirely created by himself. And sometimes, and these were the times that the russet haired boy's heart would simply soar high into the sky beyond the cloud barrier, his emerald eyed father would join in with Malachi and father and son would play together. It was also those moments, that Malachi's mother would sit and watch and she realized just how much the chestnut haired boys with matching emerald eyes were truly alike. Father and son, truly.

Having grown up surrounded by music, it is then no wonder the copper haired Malachi so enjoyed listening to music, especially when it was performed live. He loved getting lost in the rhythm, the beats, the verses and the chorus. The only thing missing for the chestnut haired emerald eyed young man were his sisters beside him.

Malachi, with those locks of muted chestnut and that beautiful green gaze is entirely unaware of the woman's intentions as he lays that emerald gaze upon her. Time seems to freeze between the woman and the young, ginger man for the briefest of moments, a hand rising up in confusion to touch the hat that covers his russet locks. Vampires were something of the auburn haired boy's nightmares. He remembers when he had been young, the chestnut haired boy had sat there with fear buried within those deep emerald eyes of his. He had informed his dark eyed mother and copper haired father that he could not go outside because it was dark and that was when vampires roamed, awaiting to suck his body dry of its blood in a hungry second. Now, his mother and father could have chosen at this moment to laugh at their son and discuss how ridiculous he was being, but instead, a twinkle of an idea appeared in those deep multifaceted green eyes of his father, and his mother, so attuned was she, she saw it too. And so the boy's copper haired father had went to the fridge, while his flaxen haired mother went to the utility drawer, the smallest of smiles on each of their faces, an idea gleaming in his father's green eyes. And they had returned to their emerald eyed son, ruffling his russet hair, telling him that he no longer had to worry about the vampires, for they had both garlic and light, the best vampire fighting tools around. So their small family had emerged from the dark, Malachi confident that nothing could touch him.

Green eyes widen as she reaches out and touches him. She is trembling and Malachi feels his heart go out to her. Not safe. These words ring with the emerald eyed boy. "Not safe?" He questions her. "What's wrong? Do you need help?" He is so concerned for her well being, the emerald eyed boy with such a large heart entirely will disregard his safety to help another, a trait common within his family. Those emerald eyes leave the woman for a moment as he glances around, looking for any signs of danger, but the chestnut haired boy cannot see anything that is a sure sign of danger. Of course, he knows better than most that danger and malice can lurk in the shadows. The young man with russet hair so much like his father, has experienced first hand, danger that lurks in plain sight. But then those emerald eyes follow where she points, and Malachi is shocked by what he sees. Something akin to demons had seemed to have taken control of the band. "What is going on?' the russet haired student cries out in shock. She moves closer to him and Malachi brings his emerald gaze to her own, as the faces of crowds become terrifying, she remains the only thing normal, safe. A chill runs down his spine that is so fierce it feels as if the it were the touch of jack frost himself. The russet haired Malachi turns to the woman as she expresses how scared she was. Malachi feels his own heart pounding in his chest, he was terrified, but he had to help this woman. He places an arm around her shoulders with just a gentle touch. "I will help you," the copper headed boy says. Just as she says they needed to move, he looks at her with those green eyes, they have gone wide, showing the fear he was so desperately trying to hide in order to keep the woman calm. He blinks, those eyes hiding for a moment behind chestnut lashes. "But where do we go?"