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Since their poor beleaguered teacher had called a halt to their tragically public er...discussion, Sharra had been fidgeting awkwardly, waiting until the last moment wherein he could take himself, and his two companions off the field of battle to a less conspicuous location. It seemed that Yaya, however, couldn't wait even that single moment. For seconds, he lost her as students drifted back to their dorm rooms, a good many of them, including the Nergal's own, had been decimated.

Looking back over his shoulder, he gestured for Marosa to follow, expression a touch distant, but no less unyielding. "C'mon." He didn't want to leave either of them alone right now, as dangerous as that idea was. That, and right now, every time his gaze scanned the fey's frame his heart skipped a beat. Difficult to maintain a level head in current conditions.

His feet all but moved on their own as he stalked his way to the djinn's rooms. Sharra would have been able to find her little haven had it been pitch black and the Nergal blind. Sharp, elongated ears caught sounds that made his heart wrench and twist violently within him, caught betwixt pangs of vicious emotional strength, pulling at the demon from opposite ends. "Jack damn it..." Breaking into a run, his tail lashing violently behind him, he sprinted down the hallway to her door, claws catching in the doorframe to break his speed, and he careened inside. Sharra stopped short when he laid eyes on his sobbing ghoulfriend.

A glance flittered over his shoulder, checking to see if the third of their company had followed. Damn it all, but this was not an easy place to dwell in. He'd hurt her again....but Marosa needed him...and he cared for them both. That, perhaps, was his true undoing, the Nergal's concern lacing with this drug-like haze of emotional downpour.

Claws sheathing, hands went gently to tanned skin. "Yaya...." It was a whisper, bittersweet in its understanding. He didn't want her to cry.

She'd cried enough because of him already.

Lost in her own misery, Yaya didn't hear anyone approaching. She didn't even the nergal murmur her name before the touch of his fingers brushed along her back. It startled her, and she jerked away from that touch not even aware of where it had come from. Granted, in that moment, even if she had been aware she might have shied away from Sharra. What she'd seen had struck her like a physical blow, and she couldn't understand, after everything else they'd gone through so recently, why he'd do something so blatantly hurtful right in front of her face.

She stared at him from where she crouched, one arm lifted between them like a shield, and couldn't deny an urge to lash out at, so he'd have some idea of the pain she felt.

Movement over his shoulder pulled her gaze through the door and to the hooded figure beyond, and those wide eyes narrowed down to cold slits, features hardening as she turned back to her boilfirend. "Why?" It wasn't a specific why, but meant to encompass everything. Why the kiss, why had he tossed the fae-boil over his shoulder, why had he brought him along now. The general guilt inducing questions. But along with them was something more.

She glared up at him, but she couldn't help but clutch at the ruined scarf now bundled in her lap, delicate hands shaking. Her room was in ruins. There was almost nothing untouched within what had once been an exotic haven. She asked him again, why. Why did this happen, why her, why her room. Why her life?

It brought fresh tears to those cerulean eyes and she brought the silky scarf up to bury her face within in, her shoulders shaking with the force of her crying.

"It's not that complicated." Marosa lowered his head, tugging the hood further so that his face wouldn't be seen. So that his shaking wouldn't be noticed.

"Oi make others fall in love with me. Me natural ability. Oi kinnae control it.... Oi'm... sorry fer the inconvenience." His posture didn't move as he remained leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

"If'n ye want me tae leave... oi will. But it isn't Sharra's fault. The blame is solely with me." It would be better if he left. It would be far better if he just... walked away, right now, and left them both to solve things on his own. He was certain that everything was his fault, no thanks to his natural ability, no thanks to his father who gave him such a thing.

Closing his eyes, the faerie's fingers dug into his arms, frowning behind his hood. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, but it seemed that was all he was good for.

Sharra didn't realize how vexed he'd become, at least not until his lips had curled back in bitter anger at his own inability to corral this situation, to somehow magically pull it all back to rightness. A growl, snaking out from behind his fangs, gave voice to the Nergal's maddening emotions. There was nothing at all just in this situation.

And it would be just like Marosa to throw himself in front of the proverbial bullet. To take the fall. The boil's guilt complex was in ways just as harsh as Sharra's own; worse, in some cases. In a manner of speaking, yes, the fey could be blamed for this, but the other demon was no less implicated. If anything he'd made the first move, having tried to placate the redhead's compulsion to feed. Not that he'd expected the situation to dissolve in the horribly public fashion that it had, but hindsight was 20/20.

"Don't you leave either." It was snapped quickly at the fey, Sharra's serpentine pupils dilating as he then took another slow breath. The Nergal had no idea if Yaya would even answer Marosa's question, but just now his contorted emotions begged him to insure that he keep the both of them. Heh. It would be nice if he could have a private conversation with each of them, but to ask them to take turns would inevitably be the undoing of the other. Mentally swearing, the blond student rather supposed he'd have to settle for this maladroit compromise. "Stop skulking in the doorway..." This quieter, a touch more control evident.

He'd expected it, her angry glare, knew those tumultuous pools of blue all too well, and right now they too paraded a maelstrom of emotions. As Sharra turned to her, everything seething in his chest halted for a moment, a beat of silence before the rupturing commenced once more.

He really was a rotten boilfriend.

"I..." The air about him quivered, broad shoulders heaving as steadied himself, giddy relief coupling in unholy union with disappointment as the Nergal's fingertips stumbled desperately about his ghoulfriend's own. It was a distant hope that her familiarity would provide him with some measure of sanity...hah...he was fooling no one.

There was a long, soaring moment where he saw his chance, to dismiss this entire affair, his best of friends a willing scapegoat.

Not a chance in hell.

"Well it's true that his FEAR does that." Looking over to Marosa, Sharra's features tightened, something dangerous and yearning flickering in the foundations of his selfhood. "But I touched him...I started this. I wanted to help him and I wasn't taking precautions." Thinking through the split-second decisions that he'd made due to cemented loyalty, he hadn't, at the time, dwelt overlong on the whiplash that might occur.

Already he was staring back at Hadiyya, his eyes searching hers for a glimmer of comprehension, of sympathy. "It's not just his bad...a'right? I wasn't thinking and I've somehow screwed this up for you both. M'sorry..." He might not, in the past, possessed the courage to stand on his own, but that had changed. Sharra was no longer the sort to run and hide - not from himself, nor those he loved.

Pale fingers enclosed her own, squeezing softly as the nergal boil sought some manner of comfort from her touch. She didn't pull away, nor did she return that gentle pressure. She gazed at him, those lovely eyes holding so many expectations as he sought to answer her question. A little of the anger had seeped away from her now, though she had not lost one ounce of tension in her rigid frame. Not in all past trauma of countless events could she ever recall feeling quite so uncomfortable and vulnerable.

Confirmation of that what Marosa said was true brought only the slimmest measure of reassurance, as Sharra's tone promised more in his explanation than comfort alone. A moment of dread, deep and foreboding, then relief in a such a heavy wash that it left her near light headed. Thin shoulders rounded, and she the coldness melted from skin kissed features and cerulean eyes.

He apologized, and she reached out to him, the coolness of her palm cupping the curve of his cheek as she leaned towards him. "You well meaning fool, why did you not explain things clearly outside?" Had there even been time? She was having difficulty recalling. A thoughtful frown formed a pout of full lips.

Perhaps she would have said more, but the fae-boil spoke up, not to her, but the nergal boil kneeling before her. It had her once again glancing between them, a spectator sitting in on something private. She didn't know what Marosa was talking about, and now certainly wasn't the time to ask.

Though still vulnerable, the ghoul was at least placated with explanation of what had happened as well as the apology, and she fell quiet as the other boil announced his intentions to leave the school. A dramatic response, in her opinion, to what amounted to a misunderstanding. Was she happy about what had happened, certainly not, but could she fault the hooded boil for what his magic did against his control? No, she could not, but clearly he would.

She wasn't sure what, if anything, to say. He wasn't her friend, and she couldn't say truthfully that in that moment she wouldn't be relieved if he simply vanished, but he meant something to Sharra.

"Oi'm not quittin' the school. Jes... takin' a short trip, like." Shaking his head, Marosa turned to the door, his back to both of them. "Oi'd better... let ye two talk things out." His fingers clenched together, head lowering just slightly as his jaw set. He wished he had someone like that.

He wished he had Muirin back.

"Oi need tae check in, tell me Da about me progress." He said it with an air of finality, and the way he said it stated clearly that he wasn't budging on this matter. Wisps of red hair fell out from under his hood, but he still didn't turn around to speak to Sharra, feeling that he was already intruding on a private conversation.

He only came to smooth things over.

"Oi'll check in with ye when oi get back, aye?" The faerie's head turned, just slightly as he glanced to the nergal demon. He then moved to walk out the door.