Arekk
The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
LITHIOS
Ar'ekk Daesharacor's Apartment, Financial District
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
The bed was right next to the glassed window and so was the couch, so the trip she'd have to make was only a few steps away. He had already set foot on the kitchen and heard the silent crying coming from Alexandra, looking up to her to see what was going on. He never liked to see people cry, specially when they were as strong as she was.
Returning to where she was, Ar'ekk saw the glass crack on her hand and leaving a small amount of blood behind once he grabbed it from her to put it away. His eyes lingered on the liquor bottle resting by the coffee table nearby, thinking if it was a good idea to stop now. Maybe it wasn't, who knew?
"Hey, come on. Perhaps it wasn't meant to ---"
His advice was cut off once Alexandra decided to stand up and simply flop on his bed and remain motionless, not uttering a single word and possibly crying herself to sleep. To offer some comfort, Ar'ekk set the bloody glass aside to sit down on the edge of the bed and pat Alexandra's foot.
"You don't have to deal with this alone."
And that's the last thing he said, not wanting to drag the matter further and make it worse. He grabbed the blankets and covered the Zorren girl with them as the weather got worse by the minute and the temperature dropped to become almost unbearable.
Sitting down on the couch, Ar'ekk held a glass of Corellian ale and drank in silence. Sleeping was not something he was able to pull off for a while now and if Alexandra decided to talk, he'd be there for her.
The silence was enjoyable for a moment as the rain droplets clashed against the window.