[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren took the lead on the now darkened trail back towards the inn, quiet and respectful. "...You gonna be okay tonight?"  

[MacPere]

MacPere nodded, wearing a small smile. "Y-Yeah... One night without sleep isn't all too bad, right?" He managed the smallest of laughs and ran a hand through his hair, averting his red eyes from Gren's.  

[Angeles Valentine]

((hadn't meant to throw her into deep water o.O))

December nipped at Angeles' shoulder and growled slightly and she flinched and looked at him, "what?" She then looked at the water where Baldur was taking Zulma out of the water. Angeles bit her lip and cursed at herself before walking over to Zulma, taking her coat off and putting it around the woman, "sorry my friend," she said sincerely.  

[Zulma san]

(( smile I know! wink ))

Zulma looked at Angeles with shaking teeth and yet she burst laughing. "That was... a hhh...ell of a maiden... voyage Angeles." She was also laughing of relief that Baldur had come to her rescue. Thank you her fingers brushed his wet fur.

She welcomed the coat though as she was truly freezing. "You could ...not know...shall we go back..?" she chuckled some more at the vampire's face. Angeles had tried to make a joke and it did not turn out the way she wanted. "Don't worry, I will be alr-tchiii" she sneezed with an apologizing smile as they headed back to the Inn.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren attempted to look at MacPere with mild incredulity, but found he'd adverted his eyes He didn't know it'd make him lose sleep... "I suppose not, if that's how it has to be. Still, sometime I'd like to hear more about her, when you're up to it."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles smiled and took her hat off of her head, happy that Zulma was alright, but cold. She put the hat on Zulma's head and let the silver moonlight reflect off her exposed arms and white hair. She put an arm around Zulma dn began leading her to the inn, "actually, that is how December taught me how to swim, isn't it December," she said looking over to the wolf as he looked away pretending to not know what she was talking about, "about a hundred years ago he bucked me off in a lake and then ran to the shore and waited for me to figure it out by myself. granted i couldn't drown but...," she laughed slightly, "perhaps I can teach you sometime."  

[MacPere]

"Of course, Gren... " MacPere walked to the stairs and leaned against the banister, still choosing the floor rather than sapphire eyes. "Thank you for escorting me..."  

[Zulma san]

Zulma laughed openly. "So it was a revenge?!" she laughed some more looking back and forth between the wolf and the vampire ...and sneezed again. "I would love to learn...but maybe when it's less chilly outside?" she offered with a wink at Angeles.

She had to raise her head in order to look at the vampire for her hat was to big for her and fell quite low on her face. She looked stupid and cute under Angeles's clothes.
She sneezed as they opened the door of the Inn.

"I think I need hot tea or apple cider." she said  

[Gren_Eckener]

"You're welcome. Shall I go in and start brewing? Looks like you need a minute." Gren knew when his eyes were being avoided, and could understand why. He'd been told they were too strong once, and it looked like it was so.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles sat Zulma down on a chair and left her her coat and hat as she went into the kitchen then paused. She hadn't cooked anything in about five-hundred years. She hid her face in her hand then walked back out of the kitchen and looked at Zulma, "I'm incompetent she said with a weak smile.  

[MacPere]

"Please do..." MacPere nodded with respect and took a seat upon the inn's exterior steps, tipping his head back to watch the star-filled sky.

Perhaps it was time he let go of what could have been and focused on the future. Lyn and the child were past events, sure, but extremely important past events.

He was now in his thirties, he had been married in his teen years. It felt as though the time was too late for him to find any happiness and yet... An oppurtunity was staring him in the face.

He cursed under his breath and placed his head in both palms, debating with himself over what to do...  

[Zulma san]

Zulma laughed gently without teasing. She stood up and just put some water to boil.
"I will be right back." she said, as she needed to put dry clothes on.
She chose warm stockings, a warm dress and warm wool sweater, on top of which she put a lama wool poncho. She quickly dried her hair with a towel and headed back downstairs.

The water was ready and soon she was in front of a hot cup of tea which she brought next to the fire. The coat and wet clothes were handing in the laundry room to dry up.
"Thank you for the fun Angeles, don't feel guilty about anyth-" she sneezed loudly again and chuckled, enjoying the warm fire. Baldur too seemed to enjoy the warmth, although he was not sneezing.

((g2g I might be back later...))  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren stood in the further recesses of the kitchen, heating water, thinking of his day. Roses for a woman he'd never met, and knew he wouldn't replace. He didn't envy her place in his heart, rather, he wished that he could surpass his grief. "...And I may not be the one to do it, but at least I can understand it..." he muttered, disappointed. He fixed a cup for Zulma, and she took it to the front room.

(Editing to accommodate all POVs)  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles felt slightly naked without er coat and she looked down at herself as Gren went to go prepare the stuff for Zulma. Angeles' fingers brushed against the leather corset she wore then she shrugged her shoulders and looked around the in before sitting down at her table. MacPere, she noticed, had not come inside. She looked at the door and wondered if he was alright.  

[MacPere]

"... I'm not being fair..." MacPere muttered to himself, fiddling with his fingers and casting his gaze back to the sky.

He was completely unsure of whether Gren liked him the same as he loved him back but... his time to act would soon arise, and it would be then that Lyn allowed him to move on and give up on the guilt. Or rather, he, himself allowing his mind to move on and give up on the guilt.

Slowly, he stood from his position upon the steps and shivered somewhat, jogging up the steps and opening the inn door to enter.