Muses: Malcolm & Phoebe Location: Forks Tag: @ofviolentdelights
It came as quite a shock to most people that Malcolm had a mate. Stoic and rigid Malcolm? Malcolm that barely spoke two words to anyone unless the time called for it? It was almost laughable. That was, until people saw the way that he interacted with his mate. Forever the reticent one, Malcolm quite obviously had a soft spot for Phoebe. His words were sweeter, if just by a bit, his facial expressions softer; what topped it all off was the fact that he barely allowed her out of his sight, always standing close behind her or at her side. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, his fingers reaching out to entangle with hers, giving them a gentle squeeze. It had been a few days since the two of them had hunted, them usually doing it with one another. He wasn't particularly thirsty, but he could go for a little bite to eat - for lack of a better term.
