RP:Two Negatives Equals a Positive

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Summary: Just two people in a familiar situation.

Artia's Ranch

Once you enter this ranch styled home you are greeted by a large foyer. Floors are layed with cherry wood planks, further into the foyer resides a grand pearl fire place. 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 book worms heaven. 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 infront 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 counter top 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 fire place, 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.



Artia had helped Irenic to the couch, started the fire to make the room a comfortable warm. Handing him a blanket, "Rest Irenic. I'll come back to wake you in an hour." Then she would turn to go lay in her own bed, a bed once upon a time they had shared together. Curling up and holding a pillow to her chest as she would rest, enchanting her ceiling to resemble a rising sun to wake her up in an hours time. When it did she would climb out of bed, move up to him with a gentle hand rubbing his face. "Hey, wake up." Leaning down, "Irenic..wake up."


Irenic woke up slowly with a devious smirk as he smoothed his blood spotted hair from his face. An alert expression widened mismatched eyes as he sat up immediately and scooted to the corner, “where is Valrae? What am I doing here? Who are you?” he was obviously on the fray of things again. Eyes narrow on her, “Artia? You don’t look too good…” he would need reminded of many things at the moment.


Artia stared at the smirk, no expression fell upon her face. His alert didn't phase her, Darkness had a good grip on her at the moment. "You said Valrae was caught kissing on some other guy, you changed and said you were exhausted so I brought you here for a nap." Crossing her arms she turned to sit on the couch, if he hadn't moved his legs she would had sat on them not caring. "I got sired on my birthday, by Lady Larewen. Few days ago your memory switched and tried to make love to me, I am here to try to help you."


Irenic stared at her long moment, “master Dragana did this?” He looks at her a long moment, “Nice.” He thought harder as if he was attempting long division in his head, “that’s right…” An almost hurt expression twists his good looks up, but quickly goes back to his usual bored and brooding one. She invites herself to sit on him and he doesn’t protest, but relaxes his arms back on the couch, “sorry about before, then.” It was a half hearted apology, but he was mostly sorry he got her worked up for nothing. “All worked up with nowhere to go sucks…” Talking from experience.


Artia turned on her head to look upon him, "Yes, I am her Apothecary now, remember I tried to get you free?" Watching his face concentrate, "Don't look hurt or be sorry, you just haven't asked me to help you with that problem you have going on. But I'm willing to help you with the curse, so let's get you saved." A smirk appeared, "Always things to do when get worked up, but I didn't push it especially when you screamed in my face and took off."


Irenic let out that low gruff chuckle which vibrated in his chest, “I forgot it wasn’t down there, scared the (expletive) out of me.” Sort of tucking his lower lip between white and slightly crowded teeth he boldly asks, “oh? Things to do… Who's the ‘thing’ these days?” Giving a sort of shrug, “yeah let's make his sociopath less crazy again.” A devil's smirk follows a sort of eye roll at her offer to help, but it is an accepting of her help.


Artia laughed for a second at his chuckle, "I'd been scared too, all ready to use and then it's not there. kinda funny now." His bold question caused a brow to raise, "Why do you care who my 'thing' is? I don't have anyone but I am seeing someone, a blue dragon. Not just because blue is my favorite color, but he is sweet and treats me like a person not a freak since I'm turned." Raising up off of sitting on him to move to kneeling on the floor sitting on her ankles. "Yeah you're already crazy, let's go less crazy." she stuck out her tongue to him.


Irenic shrugs, “apparently we were fiances, just curious… That a crime?” He watches her closely, “you are a vampire now. So what if you are a freak and if I think real hard like you were already a freak before that happened, Artia. So what?” Another chuckle down at her, “I’m a freak.” That was how they worked before, he liked her evil streak and she saw the rare good in him. “Where is that kid of yours anyway?”


Artia grits her teeth together as he spoke, "No not a crime, no apparent we were. And you loved me with all your heart, or claimed too would think the heart would at least remember that." Looking back into his face, her eyes had changed since they began talking now having gold freckles inside of the cyan blue. A bold crimson ring wrapped around the cyan, making her eyes three different colors. "You loved the freak I was in and out of the bed and liked me being pregnant." Climbing to her feet in a blur of movement, "Ava is napping, she has days where she likes to sleep. Then up all night playing and vice versa." Placing her hands on hips, "I can go get her up if want to see her."


Irenic looked boredly down at her, “yeah… Bummer I went and died or something.” He shook his head and motioned for her to sit back down, “no no, let the babe sleep.” Strong arms cross over his still bare and scuffed up chest, “why do I get you so riled up like this… What’s this about really?”


Artia rolled her eyes biting her lip, "Yeah , you supposedly died but was left to die. While the person that left you to die tormented me over it and was the one that sent me through two walls breaking my arm, ribs and killing our unborn." Before she sat down she moved so she could show him the twin feather tattoo starting at her hip and up her ribs. "I got this in reminder of the babe I've lost, and I've kept my ring as a reminder I've already have my one true love." Smoothing her skirt back down, sitting back down once more, if he didn't move would be back upon him again. "Because I still care for you, that hasn't changed. You need help."


Irenic watched all of this play out, maybe feeling bad deep down but flashes of his now ex kissing up on someone when he needed help from her flashed back in his mind. His expression denying it as he looked straight at her on his lap once more and a careless gruff tone, “so then help me.”


Artia didn't look to him, stared straight forward. "We need to try to find out why you were cursed, not..." her expression showed jealousy, "Because you told some other witch you love her." Glancing back to him as the cyan eyes were back to normal, "You want help in the other area too?"


Irenic didn't uncross his arms, “obviously that isn’t why. It’s what activated it… Yeah… Apparently I have a type.” He was being callous about Valrae anymore, but was slowly becoming to not care anymore. Well… That doesn’t seem entirely appropriate seeing as she’s seeing someone, but he cautiously asks “How exactly do you mean?”


Artia smirked, but would turn her head away to keep him from noticing she liked that she set the standard for his type. Once she was back to having no expression she would look back to him, "Give you a temporary curse to have a.....to have it back. To feel like you have all that you need to be considered a full man, not half."


Irenic guffawed now and tilted his head back to do so. "I think I'll live. Let's work one curse at a time, yeah?" He's all for asking dangerous questions these days, "it's not like I'm going to be using it any time soon anyway - so why?" That chilling silver eye settling right into those cyan ones. "You want me to use it on other human witches? Eh?" His smirk reveals he's just teasing her.


Artia nods, "Alright, this one first." She didn't stray her eyes front he silver mismatch, "Figured it be nice to have a chance to have it again." His next question made her glare, the crimson ring coming back to wrap around the cyan color and nostrils flare. "I wasn't thinking of you using it on any others, or anyone." Crossing her legs, turning her head ripping her eyes away from his. a purse upon her lips, "You probably love to go off with other witches then I, already proved it." She felt bitter today, but told herself to relax silently running her hand along her long red locks.


Irenic shakes his head just slightly, "yeah. I don't think I'll be using it. Thanks though." His voice turned a little softer and serious, "hey, it isn't like I asked for all of this." He figured he would change the subject, "how are we going to go about this curse thing?"


Artia shrugs, "Taking away all my fun...I would had got to feed too." She teased at him, giving him a wink. "Well I will need to pick at the curse, need to keep you here and study the curse especially during the change. It seems each time you need to be reminded of something like the brain is having spasms."


Irenic quirked a brow at her and teased right back, "feed off of your new prospect... oh wait, you can't. Dragon blood and all that." His voice didn't hold any jealousy. "Go for it. I've nowhere else to be." He nods in agreement at her last part, "and apparently, sometimes even reminders don't work. It's worse than that though... When the shift happens it hurts more than anything I've experienced. I feel like I am being torn to bits and someone is using an ice pick on my brain." The bloodshot in his eyes tell the truth.


Artia stuck out her tongue, "Nope I can't feed from Mythayus, maybe he can at least make me happy and not go 'die' on me." She laughed, "I enjoy feeding to much for you to just let me, especially with our past history. But I just might in a little bit, I like the dragon a lot. Be nice to catch a break since even a paladin will cheat and hurt me." When he talked about how it hurt him, she offered a frown, with a hand patting his bare chest. "We really need to get you a shirt on..shouldn't be sitting around like this."


Irenic coldly said, “that’s hilarious, Artia.” He shrugs, “maybe you should just have open relationships. Take the drama out of it?” It was a gentle suggestion. His mismatched gaze looks down at her hand with a quirked brow and she would feel how warm his bare flesh is, how it always was around her, “excuse me, lady. Maybe I am comfortable this way. You ever think of that? No, you just think of yourself.” He jokes of course as that devious smirk returns and he even pokes at her sides where she might be ticklish.


Artia used the same hand you reach up to pinch his chest, "I'm not in a relationship yet, I am dating. If I was in open relationship, you would be all too happy for a chance to kiss me again." Indeed his skin felt warm, the warmth she use to cuddle up to close. "You-" She stopped talking and leaned away laughing at the poke to her side, "No tickles."


Irenic rolled his eyes while smirking at her, “fine… Vamp Artia is no fun anymore.” He crosses his arms to protect her from them, “can’t curses be like two negative variables where you multiply them together to get a positive? Like if you cursed me with something just as powerful, would it just cancel out?”


Artia smiled, not a smirk this time. "I'm fun, just in my own way. If you don't like it, tough." Pausing, "It can,but this curse you have is very strong to rattle your brain like that. I can put a curse on you, easily. Maybe happily." She jests, "But what curse is the thing..."


Irenic is quite inept when it comes to magic, “really, no idea. I just want my wings back and want to stop turning into a monster at night… Or, ever, really.” His hand itches over the muddled orphanage crest idly while he thinks for a moment, “I don’t even know where to begin… You’ve sort of seen what I’ve done. This could be from way back then.”


Artia sat up quickly off his legs since he never made room for her to sit, his fault. "Curse you with wings, we can try that!" She turned to look at him. "We will do that! When you change back to the eagle person we will pull a wing and use that to help force on a curse using the curse power to do this one!" She nods, "Well yeah I know what you have done, but either way that is the past." She moved to the bookcase looking through her books of curses.


Irenic is just a simple man going crazy he didn’t think of moving his legs off the couch for her to sit. “Someone would actually think there is a curse with wings?” A glance out of one of her windows was proving that the skies starts to slowly darken again. An exhausted expression came over him again as he eventually looked back to her and pulled his legs off the could. Those long legs still arch a little high from such low seating and he even slumps a little letting his head rest on the back of it. “Well… I trust you, you are the pro here.”