forum @Skylark // Private Roleplay

Started March 15, 2021 by @Fraust

tune

Sol leaned over to whisper softly to Joey, “Hey, it’s okay, I promise it’ll be okay.”
He looked back up at Nik and loosed a sharp whistle. Moments later, a yellow-eyed female appeared behind Nik.
“Hey, Akali, we have an unwanted guest.”

Joey glanced up again when the woman showed up, fidgeting nervously with his hands. He was growing a bit tired from the alcohol and from having used the glamour on his wings all day. I guess she's a… bouncer or something? I'm sure she can get rid of him.

It didn’t take long for Akali, who was a dragon shifter, to hustle Nik away from their table and out of the club.
Mental note to give her a raise.
Sol shifted to face Joey. “Hey,” he said softy. “You okay? Do you want to leave?”

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just kinda tired." Joey smiled tiredly up at Sol. "What with the uh… the alcohol, and all. I'm guessing I'm probably kind of a lightweight." He laughed softly, glancing up to make sure Nik didn't come back over to bother them.

Sol frowned a bit. “Yeah, that might have been too strong for you,” he said, gently squeezing Joey’s shoulders. “I should probably get you home, do you live nearby?”

Joey nodded a bit, getting to his feet. He was obviously a little bit tipsy, but still present. "Yeah, in an apartment complex nearby. Only about a block away from the shop."

Sol helped Joey stand, gently wrapping an arm around his waist. He frowned a bit at how thin the male was. “I can take you on my back or call a cab, what do you prefer?” he asked. This was such a mistake…

"Oh, either is fine…" Joey yawned and allowed Sol to help him. He wasn't quite right in the mind enough to say that he wouldn't want to be carried; his weight would be very incriminating. Considering his hollow bones and not eating enough, he hardly weighed anything at all.

Noting how out of it Joey was, Sol carefully scooped him up, one arm under his knees. Cradling the far too light male against his chest, Sol strode out of the crowded club. Most people knew him and got out of his way, so it didn’t take long to get outside. Once at his bike, he gently sat Joey down. “We can take my bike, it’s faster, ‘kay?”

"'Kay…" Joey held onto Sol's waist to keep himself on the bike, glancing around from where he was. "You'll have to… um… go forward for a bit, then take a… right. And after a bit, you should see the apartment complex."

Sol nodded, familiar with the location he was talking about. It didn’t take long to get there on his bike. Parking outside, he gently picked Joey back up. “What number are you?” he asked softly

"Number sssssseventeen." Joey replied, resting his head against Sol's shoulder. Honestly, he just looked and felt fragile to the touch, as if he would break if someone looked at him wrong.

Sol carried Joey up to his apartment, nodding at a woman he passed. A flick of his fingers had the non-magical door unlocking. Stars the male weighed nothing; it worried Sol. After gently setting Joey on the couch, he pulled out his phone
hey sis, can’t make it tonight, sorry

Joey curled up on the couch and yawned, closing his eyes. It didn't take him too long to doze off, and the glamour on his wings faded when he did so. His large white wings appeared, nearly pushing him off the couch with all the space they took up.

Sol turned and sucked in a breath when he saw Joey’s wings. So he was an angel. Beautiful…
Grabbing a blanket from the back of a chair, he draped it across the angel. Should I stay…?

Joey huddled up in the blanket, trilling softly like a bird in his sleep. His wings fluttered every so often, the feathers a bit disheveled. He'd have to preen himself in the morning. His cheeks were still lightly flushed from the alcohol, but he seemed comfortable enough to sleep until morning.

“He’s too cute for his own good,” Sol sighed with a smile. Deciding to stay, he settled himself in the chair, letting his own wings out. Poor things going to have a raging hangover…

When Joey stirred in the morning, he groaned softly and curled in on himself, cradling his head in his hands. He obviously hadn't noticed that Sol was there yet, too preoccupied with his headache and also under the assumption that no one was in his apartment with him.

Sol woke quickly upon hearing movement, being a light sleeper by necessity. He looked over at Joey, and he frowned in concern seeing him hold his head. “Morning, Joey,” he greeted softly.

Joey yelped in fear and fell off the couch, tangled up in the blanket. He quickly tried to get the glamour back on his wings. "Ah! S-Sol! When did you get here??" He asked nervously from the floor. "We didn't… do anything, did we?" He asked, his face very flushed.

Sol approached Joey slowly, going to help him get untangled. “I slept in the chair,” he chuckled, stretching his own wings. “And no, we didn’t. You passed out pretty quick.” Helping up the angel, he smiled, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Joey flushed harder and ran his fingers through his fluffy hair. "I-I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble, sir…" Seeing Sol's wings, he reluctantly lifted the glamour on his own so he could start idly preening them.

Sol smiled. “Don’t worry a bit, Joey,” he said, reaching out to gently brush his feathers. He wasn’t sure about angels, but amongst his kind, it was a sign of trust and comfort.
“I was happy to help.” Turning to the small kitchen, he went to fill a glass of water, which he brought back. “Drink all of this, it’ll help with the hangover.”