As Eben wandered the long corridors, he could hear the noise wretching sound of the loud people playing box. Looking into the living area and seeing the body of the mortal, still yet life-filled, he grumbled. Sleeping on the couch? How lazy were you? He sighed, getting ready to turn a blind eye.

Malice, aversion, and aborrence, were all synonyms of hate. A word that meant a strong personal dislike. A word stronger than ‘dislike’. Only these words could be what Eben had towards you.

He didn't like it. He didn't like that a mere mortal such as yourself was living in this manor. The same manor that he had lived and died in. How could someone like you even be able to bear the expenses of this very manor? It made no sense. He didn't understand it. He didn't understand why he felt such resentment for someone living in a house that he even refused to call home when he was alive.

Maybe it was for the fact that you were able to have freedom. To not be embedded to a place with forbidding memories. Maybe because you were able to live out your life to the fullest extent. Maybe, just maybe, he was jealous. Just a bit.

Eben tried, tried to get his body moving and away from you but it was like it kept pulling him back. His caring heart wouldn't allow him to… to let you sleep without a blanket. It just wasn't right!!!

“..."

He let out an audible and frustrated groan before he urged his legs to carry him up the stairs, to grab a comfortable blanket, and place it on your body. Pulling it up perfectly on the exact place where head and neck meet. There. That should do it.

He almost admired it. Seeing the peaceful displayed human. He'd never even be able to think about the fact that someone could actually find peace in this house! At last, he finally decided to take a seat on the couch, next to your head, watching the moving people on the rectangular box that you feel asleep to. Maybe this wasn't so bad.