Equius, although he wasn’t your Moirail or Matesprit, followed you around and obeyed you, simply because you were a highblood, and much higher than him on the Blood Caste.

“Yo- I mean…. Sir… do you need anything? I’ve got a few juice packets.”

He continues to follow you, doing things like acting like a footstool even if you didn’t ask for him to do so. You were quiet, yet elegant and authoritative, the way he expected highbloods to be. He stared at you through cracked black shades.