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A Belated Delivery and Perhaps a Chat (CLOSED)

WHO: Alric and Tiamaris
WHAT: Alric has a rather late Christmas present to deliver, and a talk to have about a certain recent event.
WHERE: Tiamaris' room (at least for starters)
WHEN: After the Hellfire Club event, in the evening
WARNING(S): None anticipated

Alric stepped up to Tiamaris' door and knocked--although he couldn't be sure that was the place to find him, he'd seemed somewhat reclusive bordering on antisocial, so it seemed like a good first guess. He carried with him a parcel with a somewhat nebulous shape, but fairly large, and likely a bit heavy by the way he supported it. Perhaps it was two relatively large flat-screen monitors bundled together with a bottle of soda? ...probably not.

Of course, it would be a bit awkward to deliver something on the heavy and bulky side if Tiamaris wasn't actually in his room, but judging by their first encounter, awkwardness was likely to figure heavily anyway.

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"You... you really think I could help people?" he asked softly, trying to process everything that had been said. It was a lot to take in, really but... something was settling inside him, stilling. It felt as though something brittle was beginning filled in, to be come something that might some day become strong.

He looked up at Alric, at this person who had gotten mad at how he had been treated... who said he wasn't a monster. Someone who thought he had value, who told him he could help people...

Who had loaned him two shirts, even after he had seen what had happened to his last shirt. The copper started a slow hesitant fade towards gold, in his eyes.

Alric sighed and smiled faintly, nodding.

"I believe that anyone who sincerely wishes to help people can find a way to do so... although it may entail hard work and the guidance of others."

He pauses a moment.

"...there have... certainly been times when I have needed every iota of support and guidance available to me, and there surely will be more such times. But I do believe that if you are committed to that objective, you will find a way, through whatever challenges and setbacks you may face. I hope you will come to see your abilities as a gift, if an occasionally inconvenient one."

He smiles a little more, glancing aside, perhaps a tough self-consciously.

"Perhaps I am slightly biased, of course... I confess, I've always been rather fond of the notion of dragons and the history of their symbolism since I was a child."

He listened quietly to everything that was said, and thought about it, before he could try and figure out how to respond.

Finally he said softly, "I... always liked dragons. In the books. I... I used to think that if I was ever as big and strong as a dragon, I wouldn't be afraid of anything..."

He looked down at his hands.

"And then... and then I was... but I was still scared. And... if I was wrong about that..."

She shook his head, eyes a miserable dull orange.

Alric grinned a little at Tiamaris' confession of that shared inclination.

"...as far as I am aware, Tiamaris, the only people who are truly never frightened are exceptionally foolish or afflicted with some manner of psychological or neurological pathology; at least, barring a mutation with the same effect, of course. Everyone is, at some time, frightened. And everyone, particularly as a child, has misconceptions about the world. These are challenges we face, not... irreparable character flaws, so long as we are willing to face them."

"I.... I am trying to be less scared," he said softly. "It isn't working very well...."

He looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry I got you so upset before," he said softly.

Alric raised a hand in a soothing gesture and shook his head, smiling reassuringly.

"You have faced terrible things, which I've had the good fortune to avoid. I can hardly fault you for the trauma you suffered at the hands of others... and while my... difficulties have been somewhat different in tenor, if I can help you find the means, the techniques, to cope with your own, I would be most pleased."

He glances aside a moment, then back to Tiamaris.

"...and... there is still that gift, if you're interested."

He blinked, startled. He had forgotten all about the present. "Al...alright..." he said, looking up at him, cautiously.

Alric stepped aside, gesturing to the parcel.

"Feel free to open it. ...I only hope you'll not find it's in poor taste, and that you'll understand the intention."

He hesitated, then walked over and touched the package lightly, glancing back as if to be sure this really was for him, and not a mistake or something. Then he faced the gift again.

He had seen people get gifts on Tv, he had read about it in books, even if he hadn't had a gift himself since his uncle had died - if then. Cautiously he ripped the paper, knowing at least that much, trying to see what was inside. Curiosity beat fear back another few inches with every small rip and tear he made.

Under the paper, he finds a statue--the most obvious thing at first is that it's carved, somehow, from stone. On close inspection, it's hard to tell whether it was formed in a mold or cut, but is it even possible to form stone in a mold...? As he removes more paper, it becomes obviously something reptilian, until he at least reveals enough to see that it's a traditional European fantasy sort of dragon, rearing up on its hind legs, its wings thrust back as though in the process of propelling itself off the rock on which its hind talons still rest, supporting the figure's weight with the aid of the long tail. It seems to be carved from granite, although how exactly granite was carved in any appreciable detail, with such a serpentine neck in particular, is another question entirely.

Alric smiles to himself, just a touch sheepishly.

"...I'd hoped it would serve as a... symbol of something... majestic, and of the desire to rise above, if you'll pardon a bit of literalism. I fear it might have come out a touch delicate, mind you--stone can be a capricious medium, particularly the coarse-grained species."

He breathed, awed, his eyes pure lambent gold. He stared at it, seeming unable to look away from it. A tremulous finger reached to touch the wing, then he pulled back, afraid to break it. His strength was not a known quantity.

"It..." he just breathed out again. He was having trouble making sounds. He... had never seen something so beautiful. He was in awe at the statue and all it represented. At least, all of it that he could grasp at the moment.

Alric raised an eyebrow--it was always a little hard to gauge Tiamaris' reactions until they burst forth in all their extremity--then smirked a little, once he was reasonably sure it was at least a positive reaction. He paused a moment, allowing an opportunity to continue, before interjecting.

"......I do hope that means you like it."

His mouth opened, but no words came. Finally he just nodded mutely. He glanced back to him, his eyes bright, liquid, gold. He really had no words, no clue what to say. His face still expressed the emotion only in the color of his eyes, but the lack of words, his whole bearing told the story this time.

Alric raised a hand in a soothing gesture and shook his head lightly with a smile, although a somewhat rueful one.

"...nn. It's quite all right. I... handled our first meeting poorly, and caused you not a little distress. ......and this one scarcely better. I felt I owed you some... gesture, at least, to atone for that. I hope this will suffice, in that respect, and as a token--a reminder--of good will between us."

"You.... never owed me anything..." he said finally. He hesitated and then said softly. "We are... what is called... friends?" he asked softly. He was nervous, not sure what the answer would be... after everything. It was probably too much to hope for....

Alric paused, then grinned lightly, if just a bit lopsidedly. He couldn't help being a bit amused at the way Tiamaris answered, albeit good-naturedly so.

"..ah.. I'd certainly like to think so, at least--if that's how you feel, at any rate. I can't very well decide that without your approval, after all."

"I... I would like that," he said softly. "I never had a friend before. Just... Just mother's books," he said softly. "It was something that...that bound us... even though...." he shied away from revisiting that topic, and turned his dulling eyes back to the statue.

Alric nodded understandingly, pausing a moment before speaking.

"...I... barely remember anything of my mother, either, for what it's worth. Although my step-mother is a truly wonderful woman, and I've called her 'mother' for many years, it's.. not the same. So... I do understand the importance of those... connections."

He smiled a little wistfully to himself.

"......ah.. at any rate. I'm glad you like the statue. And to call you a friend."

He swallowed and nodded. His eyes were bright gold as he looked at Alric again. At... his friend. He sat back down on the bed.

"Thank you," he said, softly.

"My pleasure. I should let you get some rest, though, I imagine. I'll see you later?"

He hesitated then nodded once, softly. "A....any time you want to visit," he said softly. He head read a story where the main character always said something like that to his friends. He... had always wanted to try saying it.

Alric smiled and nodded, stepping to the door, pausing on his way out.

"I'll look forward to it. Good night, Tiamaris."

He nodded softly. "G....good night."

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