ROLEPLAY HQ - marigolds-and-irises

He felt the cold air run along his skin. The taste of the whiskey in the glass in his hand long since losing the familiar feeling of burn. How long had it been since he first sat in this chair drinking away his sorrows? Six hours? Seven? It never seemed to matter. Not for months had he even been able to keep track of the natural flow of time.Just how many bottles he’d gone through as they lay had his feet. Looking through the window of the manor, he noticed a car pull into the driveway. How long it’d been since he last had a visitor, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was the funeral. Not that he’d have even paid attention to anyone since then. The staff had long since quit one after the other, but he remembered something along the lines of them hiring someone else before leaving. Maybe they’d quit too. Nothing seemed to matter as much lately. Still, he walked over towards the door. Each step stumbling as he seemed barely able to walk straight. On occasion, the only thing keeping him vertical is the wall. Still, he made it to the door, even if that simple fact surprised him. He opened it suddenly, the figure standing before him, dripping slightly from the rain. His words slurring as the smell of whiskey escapes his lips. “So what do you want?” @bellz

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TW: Alcoholism, depression, mental health issues, death of a loved one

It had been years, nearly a decade since they had even seen each other. He was nothing but a lost memory to her life before the death of her sister, she barely remembered anything before her and her family moved when she was 12. She was coming home from her part time, when she got the call. 'Is this Ms. Freesia?' she heard from the other line, after a few moments she realized this was Mikal's staff. She had heard about the funeral, the death, she wasn't invited to go so she just kept up with updates online. A few minutes passed by, realizing what the man was insinuating. "You want me to take care of him?" It'd been 2 weeks since the phone call, it took her some time to think about it. She would have free housing, including being able to stray away from the dreaded city she'd spent the last year studying in. She needed time, and her studies in phycology were getting repetitive. She took the offer, switching her learning to strictly online. She hoped this would be a good starter for her career in therapy, it'd be nice to see her old friend again. The train ride to the city was memorable, she could point out different landmarks from when her and her family took the same route to move away from her home town. She'd finally made it to the manor, it was bigger than she expected. She and Mikal used to run around this same manor when she was just a child, she couldn't say she missed the town itself but she did miss the memories and some of the people. It was cold out, rain pouring onto the taxi which drove her to the manors door. "Thank you." she smiled towards the driver before handing him the payment and tip. She forgot an umbrella, so she stepped out into the rain, opening the cars trunk and grabbing her luggage. She rushed up the steps of the manor, knocking on the door. She stood there for only a few seconds before seeing the door swing open, it was Mikal. He looked aged but he had the some distinguishable features that he'd remembered. "That's no way to greet a g

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uest." she stepped into the home, putting her luggage down and closing the door behind you. "Hopefully you still remember me, Ellie." she stuck her hand out to shake his. "You probably know why I'm here though." she noticed his drunken state, clearly smelling the whiskey. @Marcus

The cold air felt sobering to Mikal as his guest entered his home. Eden had looked enough like her sister that it sent shivers through his spine. How long had it been since they'd seen each other, he wasn't sure. Though the memories flooded his mind all the same. So many summers of running through the manner until she moved away. It never did feel as much like home after that. "Edie, what the hell." Mikal stumbled back down the hall, dropping into his chair exasperated. His words slurred slightly, but seeing his childhood friend again brought new clarity to his mind, especially as he tried to make sense of these new circumstances. The woman in front of him had come in with bags and stated herself to be a guest. It was upon this word. 'Guest." "Wait. You're staying here?" If he was to imply that a part of him wasn't happy upon this realization, he was more than aware that he'd be lying, but at the same time, he was more than aware that he was more than likely not ready for guests. Especially one so near and dear to his heart. He was aware that he'd driven away everyone that had cared for him, yet wasn't ready to be around others in a healthy manner. "So what's next?" @bellz

She took off her gloves, putting them in her bag. "I'm here because of your family." she put her hair out of the tie that was holding it up. "Don't take that as I don't care for you, I do. But you need help, and I'm here to do that." she pushed her hair out of her face. "I mean this in a way that I'm not here to sit here and just listen, I want to help you. I understand that you've been struggling but I'm here to get you back on your feet." she smiled softly, her tone becoming more gentle and caring. She did truly care for him, there wasn't a day where she wouldn't think about her life in this town, especially him. After getting the call she was worried, worried she would lose him the same way she lost her sister. She couldn't watch another person do that to themselves, and it definitely couldn't be Mikal. "You need a change in your life for a little bit, your family thought maybe a good way to do that was to bring something good in your life like an old friend. I just want you to understand that if you want me gone, I can't do that. I've got a job, and that job is to help, whatever that means." she sighed picking her luggage back up. "I know you have a few spares, just point me to the one you'd prefer me to stay in." she looked up at him, finally getting an good look of him. It felt like his color was drained, like all of the life she had watched through screens was now gone. @Marcus

The weight of her words pressed into his heart deep, but the pain in his heart was nothing a swig whiskey couldn't fix. Pressing the bottle to his lips, he poured the warm liquid down his gullet. The familiar burn set his mind to a state of calm even if the inebriation set his life to disarray. The drink felt like the only thing that allowed him any peace and tranquility at times. "You know the house well enough. Feel free to make yourself at home in any room you find fitting." He wanted to scream. He wanted to be angry, to cry, to let out or be free of his spiraling emotions. As the seconds passed he found himself more unsure of what to with how he felt. Each day he felt the demons of his past and pain rise further to the surface and felt himself suffocate in consequence. He resorted to drowning them as frequently as he could until his pain could turn to feelings of numb. The familiar headache of inebriation came to him again as he set the bottle down. He sank deeper into his seat as he contemplated her words. 'I want to help you.' He didn't remember the last time he'd heard those words. Just people telling him to get over his pain and move on from his past as if it was ever that easy or simple. He called out to her, slurring his words all the same. "Thank you Edie. I'm glad you're here." @bellz

She softly smiled nodding her head before hugging him, he reeked of whiskey but she didn’t really mind. She decided a room down a fairly long hallway, giving her some spacing away from the house. She put her luggage on the bed, envisioning the next few months and what they would be like. She was happy that she could help him, but she was worried this town would bring up repressed and bad memories. She knew she would have to limit herself with this, making sure to take care of herself aswell. After an hour of putting up clothes and bath necessities she sat on the bed, this was one of the many rooms she stayed in when she still lived in town. Sleepovers were a frequent at the manor, Eden’s parents worked a lot. She looked around the room smiling, not much had changed. She started getting dressed for the rest of the day. She went back downstairs to see what he was up to, and to ask what he wanted to eat. She walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch, “Did you want to go out to dinner tonight?” she was hoping to look into town and visit restaurants she hadn’t gone to in years. @Marcus

As she walked away to her own portion of the manor, Mikal found himself drifting off into sleep. In his slumber, for the first time he had a dream of peace. He saw his now deceased wife walking along a beach. She was beautiful in flowing sundress. Her smile more radiant than his memory could ever do justice. For the first time since she passed, he felt calm and at ease. The gentle waves crashing as seagulls cawed in the sky. The scene felt like a memory even if he was more than aware that it never happened as much as he wished it happed. He found himself awoken to the sounds of Eden walking through the hall and now into the living room. His unexpected nap served to sober him up faster than any homemade remedy could hope to achieve. He sat up, rubbing his palms into his eyes as she had taken her own seat into the couch across from him. The idea of dinner sounded nice, and it was hard to deny his childhood friend of anything she'd wanted. After all for years she was the most important person in his life. He'd have done anything to make her happy that he could. "How about Mangia's? We used to eat there all the time as kids. We could go back for old time's sake. What do you think?" @bellz

She smiled softly nodding her head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of those old waitresses are still there.” she laughed a little before standing up and reaching out her hand to help him up. The drive wasn’t far, they pulled into the parking lot and walked into the building. It looked the same as it did all those years ago, “Table for two please.” she smiled brightly to the waiter, following behind him to be seated at a small table. “I don’t think they’ve changed anything about this place.” she smiled as she looked at all the old and nostalgic decor. “How have you been holding up?” she knew that was a dumb question, but sometimes people just needed to know that others cared what they were feeling. “Have you been going to therapy regularly?” she looked at him, not exactly pitifully, just worried. @Marcus

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As he sat at the table, he felt mind being overcome with feelings of trepidation. Did everyone else know this was the first time he'd left his home in months? Were their eyes as locked onto him as they'd felt? He was aware their world didn't revolve around him, but every second, they'd spun faster around him all the same. His breath sharp, his vision slowly deteriorating to nonsensical blurs. As he felt himself hyperventilating to the point of almost losing consciousness, he closed his eyes, focusing only on the simple words she'd uttered. "I think we both know the answers to those questions. It doesn't take much of a genius to guess any of that." Mikal slouched into himself, his eyes avoiding the woman in front of him as if acknowledging her gaze would break him in a moment's notice. To prolong conversation about his wellbeing would mean to move on and confront where he'd been; something he wasn't sure he was ready for. "What about you? How's life away from purgatory been treating you?" The sarcasm in his voice may have been thick, but still maintained a stoic, measured tone all the same. @bellz

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