RP:Breaking the Nightmare
Summary: Someone gifted Artia with translating earrings which only work for the ones who speak Vereitian which her ex only speaks during the day, apparently. All because of some curse which is taking an (already tampered) mental toll on the Avian making him a little crazier every day.
Artia's Ranch
Once you enter this ranch styled home you are greeted by a large foyer. Floors are layered with cherry wood planks, further into the foyer resides a grand pearl fireplace. Once you leave the foyer, to the left is a large living room with book shelves along the walls. The books are full of different spells, potions and other magic topic books, some on different races of creatures within the land. This room would be a bookworms haven. Varies soft leather couches fill this room, wide windows are full in the walls. With cream curtains, and silver rope holding the curtains open. An cream color door is in the far left of the room. Within the room has lion fur blanket in front of the king size bed, the walls are painted varies greens and browns. With French doors leading outside. Upon leaving this room heading out to the foyer, going the other way you enter into a wood burning stove kitchen. The countertop is on its own island with granite tops, and a basket full of fresh variety fruits. Beside the fruit basket resides clean wine glasses accompanying wine bottles. Brass candle chandelier hangs directly above the island. Opposite side of the kitchen stands a large Bay window with a four person glass top table. Heading back out the foyer, you spot a secret door beside the grand pearl fireplace, moving into the master bedroom the floor is enchanted to look like grass. The walls are painted with crimson until you look at the east wall, which is decorated with rocks and living plants at the corner of the floor is a natural spring, used like a hot tub would. Beside the spring across the room resides a four post cherry king size canopy bed. Looking back to where you entered could see the grand pearl fire place which turned out to be two sided. This room as well has its own French doors to exit outside.
Irenic mills about the home of his ex fiancé, his ex mother to their unborn child. His hair slightly out of sorts to match his bloodshot eyes and tattered trousers. He didn't have a shirt on, he lives there too.... Doesn't he? He has some tools at his feet and nails held in his mouth while he was trying to fix a hole in a wall. Oh yeah, another thing is off, where his wings used to sprout from is left with two large welts following either side of his spine. He was a little sweaty and the time he's gone without proper nutrition every muscle of this tall handsome creature pops out more so. His hand slips and he hits his thumb with the hammer which causes his jaw to tense and one of the nails punctures his lip, they drop on the floor sounding out like chimes and he put his hand to his lip and stares blankly at the dark blood.
Artia had just back home from feeding on a small doe, moving inside she noticed her door was back on the hinges. Which one of the three did this? Opening the door she moved inside, a heartbeat echo into her ears it was familiar but couldn't place it. It was a long ago heart beat, following it she saw Irenic working with a hammer. "Irenic? What are you doing here-" She trailed off taking in his shirtless form, his wings were gone. The smell of blood hit her, which causing the blur of movement to put her right beside him. She looked like a porcelain doll with the red hair against the pale skin, the cyan blue eyes had gold freckles now. Her lips looks even darker of a ruby hue, licking her lips. "Allow me.." She took his hand, leading him to the couch, sitting him down where she would lick the wound clean of blood so gently. then place the wounded lip into her mouth giving a suck. Eyes looking into his as she did so, pulling her mouth away with another lick. "What are you doing here? Why are you fixing the ranch?"
Irenic looked at her and that familiar glint comes over her his lone silver eye accompanied by that suggestive smirk, but it seemed he wasn't really listening to her at first, "something is wrong with this eye, I can't see anything out of i-" he started to explain while pointing to the brown eye, the one that isn't his. She was sitting him down and licking his finger, "what are y-" he wasn't about to protest her licking him and he just let it happen. When she asked what he was doing here he gave her quite the perplexed look as if she just grew three heads. "Uhm, babe, I live here." Both of his eyes harboring bags along with how bloodshot they were from lack of sleep and his ripped torn trousers cling to his well toned thighs. A hand of his reaches out to command her attention while this mismatched gaze takes in every feature of her, "did you do something different? I like it." His hand left her chin and trailed over her stomach, "I know the loss was hard on you... We will never stop trying." He had somehow found the ring he gave her long ago and pulled it out of his pocket, "I found this lying around and I thought about how furiously mad you would be if you lost it." He was handing it back to her with that low gruff chuckle and sly smirk.
Artia | The look he gave her, caused her to lean back. "Did I do something different?" His hand touched her stomach, and the following words caused tears to gather in her eyes. Reaching to touch for the chain of the Rings for around her neck, it was gone. Which would explain why he found it, she was getting choked up now. Clearing her throat, who was behind this torture? Irenic died, the one she loved died. He forgot about her, and here he said thinking they are still together like he was never gone. She took the ring, and slipped it on, "Yeah, I would be if I ever lost this." Her eye twitched, looking back into his eyes. "You are blind in one eye, it's why you can't see. Thank you for working on the ranch, Irenic." She placed her hand to his cheek grinning, "How long have you been here?"
Irenic grinned exposing crowded white teeth when she put the ring back on and his mismatched eyes look into her own, "yeah, but why?" He genuinely looked confused at her suspension of him. "Why would someone steal nursery furniture?" He pointed to the door ajar to her guest room still painted a soft shade of green but void of furniture. A chuckle came over him once more, "since this morning, you dork. Before I made you breakfast for your busy day we did things," a quirk of his brow indicated what he meant, but his widening grin split his wound open a bit. His hand went to stop the dripping blood, "(expletive). I really got it."
. Artia swallowed hard, "I put it up in the attic, seeing it hurt me." She left out that she uses it for Ava, at Brennia's even. "Oh yes, I always enjoy those things." Did his memories get swiped and put him back to this? Oh lord, what if she couldn't tell him? What if the truth damaged him worse? The grin that split his lip, and the drizzling of blood, "Mm, you did. I'll get that for you." Her hands slipped up from his waist, up his chest to his shoulders gripping there. Leaning in she teasingly rolled her tongue as she licked up the blood, gently sucking the lip into her mouth with a satisfying sigh. Pulling back, making herself not kiss him as tempting as it was. "No more hurting those lips."
Irenic roughly pulled his witch atop him in a straddling fashion to allow such access to him and when she teased him his hands gripped her thighs with lust. Although this Avian is without his wings she surely would smell her favorite scent coming from him, practically drowning in it with her net senses. "You got a thing for blood now?" It wasn't a judgmental question but sort of a raunchy curious one while he took her cold hands in his own, "you are so cold, come here." He would gently pull her into his warm embrace with her forehead nestled in his pulsing neck. His large hands gently rub and caress up and down her back, "yes no more hurting my enchantress." His head leans on her own and rests there after placing an adoring kiss on her new shade of hair.
Artia told herself to let it go, maybe this is how he really is again. Just go with it, make sure he is okay. But when he pulled her into his lap, his hands going for her thighs. His scent flooding her. She was flooded with it, flooded with emotions, "I do, I enjoy blood. Shall I show you how much?" A soft groan escaping her as he wrapped his warm embrace about her, it hit all the way to her heart. Moving her head, so she could place longing sensual kisses to his neck. "Can I bite you?" She asked for permission, before she would bite him. in the meantime she dragged her fangs along his neck in a teasing manner.
Irenic thought this sudden change in who was his fiancé was strange, "you doing okay?" He asks while giving her a tight squeeze in a caring embrace. He felt goose bumps raise on his tawny skin when she kissed him and a soft throated chuckle comes from him, "sure babe, whatever gets you going." His hand lost itself up through her hair to gently tug at the locks there at the nape. His other easily wrapped about her waist to hold her in close and allow her to get her jollies biting him or whatever. Her teeth felt a little sharp, that is odd, where her teeth always that sharp?
Artia almost sunk her fangs in but stopped herself, only to suck at his neck playfully with a growl. "I need to be honest with you..." She leaned her head back opening her mouth to show the fangs, "I got sired, I almost died. I couldn't go to the underworld yet." Not a lie fully, but she couldn't hurt him. Even if this was how he use to be, closing her mouth she teared up. "I'm sorry, I'll always love you I still love you." She leaned up, to kiss his lips tenderly, whispering against them, "Forgive me." She didn't want to feel she was taking advantage of him, but if he was okay with what she said, she would bite him. Laying back into his embrace, "I'm bet I can make you reach the top from my kiss on your neck, want to try it?" But that is NOT what happened, it is what she picture into her head as she dug her fangs into his neck sending her venom into his body of euphoria feelings. Moving back to straddle his lap, a hand moving into his hair to jerk his head backwards.
Irenic shivered slightly under her tease once more, but gave her full attention when she leveled with him. For a moment he only thing on his expression was discomfort or at least what looked like it. "Hmm..." he thought for a long moment as he caresses a hand down the side of her cheek, "as long as you are still here with me. I will explore this with you. Feed if you need it." He seemed a little uneasy, but she knows why for he hates vampires or did. His arm wrapped back around her and his hand through her hair once she finally bites into him with a gasp before a growl. His arm tightens around her in the euphoria of it all and is hips slightly gyrated under her for no reason at all for he still has not realized there is nothing there. "Artia..." he barely gasps out before both of his hands grope tightly at her hips.
Artia was shocked, he hated vampires. She thought this was the scenario in her mind, but really it was what was happening. She must be dreaming, she measured it up to that, which she would soon wake up from. Her fangs inserted, doing exactly what she thought she did. The hands groping her hips made her smile, and bite harder to hopefully make him feel like in this state he was reaching his climax, the least she could do for him when he had nothing there to release from. She pulled at his flesh as she sucked harder, leaving behind a hickey. Something vampire normal don't do, but she did this to help him feel he did. Expression of her love and gift to him, in the future maybe could experience again during feeding. After a few more minutes making sure not to drink to much of the avian, the fangs would withdraw. Teasingly licking at the hole she put, using her saliva to heal the puncture wounds. Sitting back, looking into the mismatched eyes. "How did you like that?"
Irenic rubbed his hands up her thighs until his hands were at her back to pull her into a rough kiss. Linking his arms behind her so he can stand up with her wrapped around him, he deepens the kiss until he gets her against a wall as if the passion couldn't be contained anymore. Sliding his way through her place until they are in the kitchen so he may set her atop a counter, for old times sake, but its not. Still unable to take his lips from kissing her while he fumbled with his pants until… He looks down and after a long moment of staring down at a large x shaped scar those mismatched gaze looks back at Artia before a gruff scream/yell came from him. Things start coming back into focus for him and the memory of getting castrated started to come back and this causes him to quickly do his pants back up and make a run for it full sprint.
Artia had tears slipping from her eyes, expecting any minute to wake up from such a wonderful dream. This..is..to perfect to be real. Smiling, until she was pressed into a rough kiss, her tongue tangling up with his own. Arms wrapping around his neck holding him there, once he stood she wrapped her legs around him tightly noticing nothing hard was there. Finding herself on the countertop, feeling him mess with his pants. Her hands trying to stop him, which broke the kiss as he looked down to where he use to be. When she watched him leave her hand went to her chest where no heart was beating, she wanted to chase him down with her new found speed and try to calm him. Something was horribly wrong with his mind, and she needed to help him stabilize it as much as possible. She couldn't stand sitting there, so she took off. Running past him, placing a grip on his arms to make him stop. "Irenic! Stop! How did you just remember me? What is going on? We need to go back to the ranch as soon as possible as make sure you are okay. Please." She begged.
Irenic struggled against the vampire, "back woman! Lady Dragana needs me… She's calling for me." He looks down at Artia now like he first did when they first met and like he did when he first saw her in the sick bay… Like a stranger. "I must not go anywhere with you, my master told me no distractions! I must obey Lady Dragana." He bends down a little to whisper, "I shouldn't even be out of the dungeon, right now." This looked like the shell of a man she used to know and possibly a crazy person at this point with quite the manic smirk. His large hands envelop her shoulders with a tight squeeze as if he was going to tell her another secret, but there was horror in his eyes, "n-not again." He fell to his knees before her and then to his hands before they dig into the cold ground under the darkening skies. Another low guttural yell came from the man and his head swung low under him and he was shaking while slowly sinking to a sort of fetal position. Through the grunting and yelling the vampire may see the welts on his back starting to warp or distort until 'POP' and 'Crrrunch!' bones shoot out from them the size of his usual wing span. Quickly the wings take shape looking like pale bat wings before sprouting large velvety feathers. Quickly the large muscular true Avain, angular bird features on his face covered in fur-like feathers and a large beak. This stands before her, some hideous beast and it takes a moment of recognition to notice Artia and then… Realizing what SHE was seeing he shot off into the air with astounding force.
Artia screamed to him, "I was sired by her, I am her's as well. So just stop or take me with you!" She pulled her hand away and smacked his chest, "I am not a distraction, we are owned by the same person." His hands went to her shoulders, studying his face. Something inside her cracking, shattering. Then he fell to his knees, taking a step back. Looking on to him in horror, but her eyes reflected love like the first time they shared those words together. When he shot off, she fell backwards wondering if this just even happened or she wasn't past the part of going mad.