I've been ghosting for so long;; open - storm

[redvox.]

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.