RP:The Line At the Friendzone

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A way less fun version of that Kenny Loggins song.

Summary: After Irenic helped a vampire it seemed he needed a little help after all. In the end Irenic keeps regretting that he helps people. For why!

House of Ara; Rebuilt

The primary floor of the House of Ara was completely demolished so a newer, larger, and sturdier floorplan could take its place. Upon entering the building through heavy double doors, you will find yourself standing on oceanic-blue marble floors. The walls are white, backlit by mahogany trim. There is a receptionist desk, manned by a small Elvish girl with stark white hair and very pale skin named Mei. She will be able to direct you to the lavish patient rooms that are located up twisting staircase, the kitchens down the North corridor, the surgical facilities to the east or the teaching clinic to the west. The ceilings are high and the acoustics pick up the click-clack of your heels as you make your way to Mei. The Guild Tutor, Mr.Fennigan would be more than happy to serve as your escort, or fetch a wheelchair and a medic should there be cause for one.



Irenic just finished carrying a vampire to Ara from the protest and making sure she lives by giving her blood. Irenic is a tall guy, but that vampire may have needed more than he figured because he didn't make it far from her room in the surgery wing before he needed to lean against the wall and try to gather himself. His hands her shaking and his demeanor looked a lot like that time when Artia made them face their fears for some potion or spell. He just had to relive the memory of his parents death, but that wasn't the only reason he was trembling this time. His back found the cool touch of the wall and he shoved his trembling hands into his pockets to hide it and appear to look okay. One healer walks by and he gives him a weak smile as if to say ‘no i'm fine, really. Everything is fine.’ He felt heavy all of the sudden and slowly slipped down the wall to a sort of slouched and slumped position. His usual tawny complexion looking ashen and pale while the world seemed to spin around him. He found the only way to make it stop was to lean his head all the way back on the wall and close his eyes….


Sabrina had just exited a patient room, shutting the door quietly behind her and took up a clipboard to begin filling it out to place this room as occupied. One glance down the hall turns into two and she finds the tall avian quite ashen and on the brink of losing the battle to gravity. "Irenic?" The paper was only partially filled out, with the name and date of admittance when she places it back in the holder and rushes to the male's side. One gloved hand goes to his chest, the other slides up his back as if to force him to use her for a temporary crutch. If body mass and stability allowed she would guide him to the nearest room and shuffle him to the bed to sit, or maybe even lie down. "You're weak." She admits. His energy was draining, residually as it would when someone took their first steps after a heavy blood donation. She leaves him for only a moment to shut the door, but not before looking up and down the hall in case any might be of service. Everyone was busy.


Irenic was becoming delusional a bit so this may not only be a blood loss thing. Maybe his master made it a burden on him to allow other vampires to feed off him, but either way this was different. It may be a result of just trying to do too much after his recovery from such a dark time. His heart was beating faster and most of the burden of his weight was on Sabrina when she came to help. By now she can feel him trembling before he mumbles, “leave ‘er alone.” He sort of grunts as it seems he hallucinating a horrific memory, “there was so many of them… I didn't know what to d-” His griff common speaking voice was barely a whisper. “I saw her kiss him… The one with the green eyes choosing a taken one over me… I get it though.” It seems an erased memory was resurfacing and his free hand crosses over his heart , “it hurts still, but why?” He sort of pets the top of her head when she assisted him to sit on the bed, “you're a good one. One of the good ones. Too good for a guy like I one.” He lays back and sort of squirms as if trying to make his wings comfortable, but he seems to recall that there are no wings, “I've been deemed unworthy of wings.” He was a bit chill to the touch, but still perspiring, a cold sweat. Maybe he just needs to be able to regenerate his blood faster.


Sabrina | "Who?" He was babbling, she found herself wondering if he even knew. "Shh." She tries to softly silence him, or thought that didn't seem to be helping his situation. She felt him trembling though his whispers were understandable enough. Who had green eyes? Who was she? "I don't know why it hurts." And she knew the kind of thing he was speaking of, but no answers as to his specific heartbreak. She moves to the bottom of his bed, unlacing his shoes to stack them neatly on the floor at the foot of it. A blanket is pulled up to the middle of his torso and she leans over his side, to look into his eyes. A sigh as she pulls out a runed wand, enchanted only so the stone at the tip glows brightly and it is waved across his field of vision while her thumb holds each eye open. Her gloves are removed and laid alongside the bed. "No one person is too good for any other." His words hit her deeper than he might have thought her eligible. With a hand on his forehead she found him clammy and cold, but she allowed a certain level of energetic bleed to transfer to him, evidence in the darkening of her mismatched stare. "Sometimes things just don't fit." A good excuse, for her own plight as well. "No one knows why." She thinks 'He never said why.' But, answers were petty things, what difference the reason if it couldn't change the outcome? For his race she could not, for the life of her, think of a positive note on his loss of wings, but she remembered his transformation and wanted to point out that his true form was a missing illusion- that when this curse was over his appendages my return. But what did she know about curses? Nothing. It wasn't her area of expertise and she knew first hand that curses were cruel, without reason, and pointedly unfair. Figuring this would take some time- to return to him some of what he had lost, without over exciting him in his flawed emotional state, she crawls up beside him atop the blanket, and cradles his head to her chest. She is staring off at the wall, contemplating things she was ill equipped to process. "Get some sleep."


Irenic wasn't cursed anymore and this may be a little more evident now since the sun was slowly setting and he was showing no signs of pain or shifting. His eyes closed as her hand felt cool to him, “nice… nice lady.” her words were slightly understood, “I don't fit anywhere. I’m not…” this thought trailed off as her powers worked on his delusional state somewhat and weakly he asked in a force out of habit, “Elf?” If her powers still work the same in making others feel pain or fall ill then at this point it has little to no effect on him anymore; given the pain he's already gone through this was nothing. He wasn't sure what was happening, how he ended up here or why this near stranger was laying with him. All he knew was that he felt tired and he scoots over a little to give her more room. One long arm curled around her waist and pulled her in close when his head was cradled to her chest. He felt like this should be an awkward and alien feeling between them, but for some reason it felt a little familiar. Even if she tried to break herself free of him it was probably of no use without waking him and let's just hope he has his wits about him at that time.


Sabrina had moved her view from wall to window, watching the sun set and only partially realizing that whatever was wrong in their last meeting had drastically changed. She starts to smile when he udders that name, Elf. The smile quickly fades and as she settles into the room he allowed as her his arm wraps around her slight frame. Carefully she takes it from her form and lays it alongside his own. There was something off about the gesture, something that implied a level of taking advantage on her part since the familiar feeling reminded her of a home she almost once had. But that wasn't meant for her and she wouldn't be able to shake that feeling that whatever she did she had to draw that line. Friends. Anything beyond that spelled disaster and he had been through so much already. She wasn't leaving anytime soon, but as he began to drift she laid a small kiss on his forehead. "You and me both." She whispers, mostly to herself.


Irenic drifts deeper into sleep and began to talk through his dreaming, “I thought I’d find you here…” his low gruff tone was a little suggestive, quite the contrast to the alluring Veretian language he used to speak. “Hah. You and me. We aren't so different…” a hint of a smirk pulls at the corner of his scarred lips, “we aren't supposed to be happy. We aren't allowed.” His hand lazily smoothed its way down her arm and his own scuffed up hand takes up her own. “Shh, we will be okay…” his brow furrowed as if he was literally dreaming of her drawing that friend line and a sort of disappointment fills his tone, “oh… No, no I understand.” A content sigh, “...-oesn't change much Elf. Ya can't… tell people how to feel, but…” maybe he's losing the tether on the dream as he falls silent with the last thing he says being, “...no matter what it is - whatever you need I'm here to help you El- Sabr….” In truth he's probably had a lot of weird dreams like these. Where he remembers forgotten situations or walks his own way through a scenario to which he was never given the chance to say the things that were on his mind all this time. Another time, another life - maybe.


Sabrina was having a difficult time telling if he was asleep but mostly she felt he was somewhere in between. Facts tend to be slippery in this state she was lucky to not have to do it often. She is amused by his words though. He did have a point. "I'm here to help you too." For what little it would do hells, she didn't even know if he could hear her. She lets him keep her hand, if for no other reason than the contact being a little bit of what he needed. As resilient as Avians tended to be she allowed him far more than she would a human with little risk to forcing him into total wakefulness. She gave him life, and maybe all that talking would have earned him some unadulterated compassion that might sooth his busy thoughts. The elfess couldn't bring herself to sleep though, a lot of his train of thought weighed heavy on her mind and besides, she slept recently anyways so there was no need. By the time he woke up she would be gone, work was never short especially since the reopening of Ara and she had heard of a certain Vampire that needed checking on. Poor Pilar. The girl must've felt so neglected without a visit yet from the Healer of the House.