REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Storms were not unusual in the Halls's territory, especially as autumn began to draw to a close. After all, something had to facilitate the amazing amount of growth that had happened all over the many buildings that made up the village. Still, this was one of the worse ones, and Vox found himself glad that he had been near the apartment building organizing some herb patrols when it began to downpour. Even though he didn't have intimate knowledge of the actual medicine behind the herbs, he did know quite a few of them that were useful for medicine, so he had figured it would be helpful to have people go get some more of everything while also keeping an eye out for others. However, it seemed as though that wasn't going to happen today, since Vinny didn't want to send anybody out in weather like this. For now it seemed to be only rain and thunder, but lightning also came with thunder, and he didn't want anyone getting electrocuted or have a tree fall on someone with no one around. A shudder went up the harbinger's spine at the thought, and he heaved a heavy sigh, praying to Bertille that everyone was safe and inside.

It seemed as though one person was missing while he was praying, however, and that was Roman. Vinny was in the middle of staring out the windows of the somewhat sunken building when Roman came into view, the male having more of a panicked look on his face then Vox had ever seen him with. The leader stared for a moment before quickly helping the other inside, being especially careful not to hook his claws into Roman's skin as he pulled him inside. He then looked his arch-templar over carefully, watching as the feline trembled and seemed to continue to panic. A frown curled on his face, flashing a couple of sharp teeth. Lowering himself down a bit so that he and Roman were level, the gat tilted his head to one side before questioning softly, "Ro... Roman? Are y'alright? I've never seen ya like this before... is there anythin' I can do ta help?" He wasn't really due how he could possibly help with Roman's strange panic attack, but he would've felt awful if he didn't at least offer some kind of help, even if he needed to be told what to do. All he could really hope at the moment was that Aslisk didn't come over, since he was sure she would say something awful that would only make Roman feel worse somehow. Emotional support seemed far from the sentinel's wheelhouse, really. It wasn't really in Vinny's wheelhouse either, but... he could try, right?

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

It seemed as though both Vinny and Roman shared one big thing in common – a deep seated fear of one of the basic elements that made up the world. For Vox, it was fire, and for Roman, it appeared to be water. To Vinny, water had always been a sort of saving force, one that could fight back against the flames that had once destroyed his life. Then again, he had never been subjected to drowning beneath the waves, suffering as you gasped for air only to have water be the only thing flooding your lungs. Just the thought was enough to make the harbinger feel sick, and he thought that he could understand why Roman was in front of him, shaking and chattering as wetness clung to his fur. Vin opened his mouth to say something else, some other form of comfort, but was cut off when Roman pressed forward, gently pressing their foreheads together as he feebly sought comfort. The hybrid found himself freezing up for a moment, caught off guard by the gesture he had always seen as reserved for either family or romantic partners, but it wasn't too long before he returned it, gently pressing back. He had to be careful, given the sharp curled horns that ran along the sides of his head, but otherwise... it was kind of nice, and Vox could only hope it was helping. After a moment, the gat frowned as he heard Roman's words, his large dark wings coming up to pull the feline closer, into his chest. It was a little awkward, resting back on his hooves so that he could shield Roman, but he didn't mind, even as the sharp chill of the wet arch-templar met his own fur. He mumbled as he held the other, feeling both sympathetic and incredibly awkward – a combination that was more common than one might think, "I... I'm sorry Roman. But... you're outta th'rain now, and th'water can't get to ya anymore, I promise.  Everythin' is gonna be alright... y'want me ta get ya a towel...? Y'can dry off, probably more effectively than with my fur..." He hated seeing the upset look on Roman's face as tears drenched the already wet feline's face, and he found that he desperately wanted to wipe it all away somehow. It was an oddly emotional thought for the usually awkward joking leader, but he felt responsible for helping Roman right now.