Nights were quiet. The villagers would be sleeping and sometimes there would be someone patrolling the outskirts of the village. Nights that were cloudy and overcast made him moody and easily irritable, a mood which would drag out throughout the next few days, resulting in his siblings keeping a fair distance from him. Nights on which the full moon was out made him feel wild and reckless. He would hear his blood pounding in his head, the drumming of his heartbeat, and his hands would ache to be drenched in warm, sticky red.
Some nights he would stay indoors, glowering at the plate of cold, stale leftovers pushed under the slot in his door. He would sit still, a cluster of shadows in the corner. He would only uncurl from his corner after the sun had rose high into the sky, waiting for his siblings to come rapping at his door as a signal to be allowed outside. He had never really taken much notice of the transition from night to day or vice versa.
He had been startled out of his near unconscious state and he sat up, sheets pooling about his waist. His fingers fisted lightly around light, soft fabric and the blankets felt smooth against his skin. He frowned in slight confusion. A quick glance around told him enough. He wasn't in his own room. He didn't even own a bed, after all.
A snore knocked him out of his musing and blinking, having adjusted his eyes to the dimness of the unlit room, he noticed a lump swaddled in layers of blankets on the bed beside him. Tuffs of hair stuck out from the edges of the sheets and soft snore emitted from beneath the layers.
There was a window right by the bed and the sun's light already was ebbing cautiously over the rooftops. The tender rays splashed over the rooftops and split into the room across the bed. The figure beside him rolled over and nudged the sheet after from its face. The sun lit up on blond strands of hair, wispy and soft. The light stretched over a whiskered face and a mouth opened, yawning, pink tongue flickering out and licking its lips. Eyelids fluttered and peeled back to reveal sky blue eyes, reflecting the light with a depth deeper than any ocean. A smile on those lips; a faint grin. Eyes crinkled at the edges from the smile, mouth already open in another half-yawn.
From the corner of his eye, he could see their reflection in a tiny round mirror – blazing crimson and flaming yellow, the colours of fire. He turned from the figure, basking in the warmth that trickled into his skin, the warmth that came from more than just the light of the sun, the warmth that chased the night away.