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

[Gren_Eckener]

Silently, Malachai slipped into the room, quiet as he could be, easing along the edges of the room.  

[Gareus Fletcher]

Gareus wandered down into the main room, slightly disheveled. He wore a plain white T and jean shorts and stepped in bare feet, looking as if he'd just gotten out of bed. His hair was messy, fraying in different directions. But even so, a lazy smile was on his lips, and he slipped into the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water.

"Hee~"

Once at the counter, he sat down, took a sip, looked around to see if anyone was there to catch him, then poured the remainder on his head, dog-shaking his head a bit as the rest of the water poured down his clothes.

"AHH~! Water, good."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran's exposed ear twitched, the edge of it directing towards Malachai. He stirred but only slightly, rolling onto his side and upsetting a few papers. This was a normal sound to him, "...chai," he mumbled.  

[Gren_Eckener]

The demon slinked over and sneaked into a hug, tucking his chin over Kiran's shoulder. "Hi."

Remy glanced to Gareus, giving a wave. He was a bit busy at the moment with Angeles.  

[Gareus Fletcher]

Gareus noted motion out of the corner of his eye, chuckling in embarassment at his wet state, but waving back with a quiet smile. He looked a little tied up with the white-haired woman, whoever that was, and turned back to the counter, twirling his glass nonchalantly.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran mumbled, pressing his cheek against Malachai's and muttering something affectionate-clearly not awake. He'd shuffle a bit, getting comfortable. "warm~."

Honey continued to play softly, giving the new man a small wave but she was pretty engrossed in playing one handed and recording with the other.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Mal pecked Kiran's cheek. "You're sleep-noting." he said gently.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran's ear twitched, he took a slow breath in and exhaled, "...Awake." For someone so awake he didn't go far nor did his breathing change patterns. "Wrote... Melpomene...happy," he reported, a foot shuffling paper underneath the sheets. The pen clicked, the sheet becoming victim to the ink, "cinnamon...."  

[Angeles Valentine]

"This is my sanctuary Remy; my home. And I'm here to make amends," that was easier than she thought it would be, but of course, simply saying why she was there would be vastly different than actually earning forgiveness, "I don't want to run, anymore," she turned only to set her drink on the nearest surface before leaning away from the doorframe and standing straight. None of what she said was rushed, and her voice had been calm and level, just as her eyes were as they looked into Remy's.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Wake up, you pretty liar." he muremured, nosing him at the crux of his jaw, just below his ear.

"Right, right...because we're saps like that here." he said coldly, frowning. "It doesn't matter how many times you emotionally bankrupt everyone else in the joint, so much as you have a sanctuary? You have no idea what you leave behind here every time, do you? Do you? Either you're selfish or you're stupid, Angeles. Why the hell should any of us forgive you, ever?"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran shivered every so slightly at the gesture, curling in, one hand resting over the top of Malachai's, petting the warm skin, and the other writing beneath the sheet. He slowly fussed, grumb-mumbled a few meaningless words- something about pickles and herring. He squirmed, turning over, a bit more awake and his heart racing into action. His colbalt blues blearily blinking to bring in to focus this affectionate being. "H-hello."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Hello, Kiran." smiled the demon. "You were sleep-writing, and I wanted to show you something I like."  

[Astra_Senpai]

His ears drooped at the mention of sleep writing, he would have to ask for new sheets. How embarassing. Then perked at the mention of something Malachai liked- why not? Malachai wouldn't startled him with something- not fresh out of an almost peaceful rest. Reaching beneath the pillow, retrieving his glasses and slipping them on. He blinked a few times- he'd have to get the prescription checked, things were getting blurry along the edges. Smiled, "Alr-right... w-w-wh-what w-would t-th-that b-be?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

He smiled almost childishly, holding up a plush elephant doll, dressed in a white shirt, red vest, and black pants. "My first present."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles' chest tightened and she grit her teeth, hand balling into fists, "quite honestly I don't think anyone should. Honestly, all I would have to do is wait one hundred years for everyone to die, and only you would remain, maybe Max, if you decide to turn her or find some other form of immortality to be together for longer than her natural human lifetime. Then, once everyone is dead, I would not have to worry about forgiveness, only regret that I never got it," she struggled to keep her voice level, it shook slightly.

"And honestly, no, I don't know what I leave behind because every decision I make is wrong, but staying here with my decision, with the consequences, with the people I wanted to protect and ended up only causing them to suffer was more painful than leaving. But that was probably the worst decision I had ever made. I'm back to make amends, accept my punishment, or whatever it is that needs to be done to make it stop hurting. Because I still care, very much so, for the people of this place of peace. I can start with you, if you want. I came back because you told me to stop running. Now, what else would you like me to do."

She uncurled her fists, her sharp nails stained with red from the small incisions on her palms, "tell me Remy, what can I do, to earn your forgiveness. I will do anything." there was something, there had to be something, otherwise, she would have simply been exiled from the inn. Or perhaps the acting inn keepers didn't know how to do that?