Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

He narrowed his eyes lightly, as she praised Ava's warm heart. Her gentle ways. I do not wish to doubt Lady Lock.. Yet she remains a Lock, and I the son of her worst enemy. The reason for so much dismay. The instigator of many deaths of her people, on so many fronts. I can not expect her to trust me, or my values.. I can not even think to hope, that she'd believe me with my words.. I remember every last one of my victories. The cries of my enemies. I've done savage deeds, and I am not proud of it. She couldn't possibly believe her brothers greatest enemy. He said with disdain in his voice. He wished he'd never done those deeds. He'd wished he'd never laid a tactic for an advance upon Lock territory, or the defense of Holtests. Yet that was war. And he'd always been respected to be a mass murderer. So he was. Amelia frowned with his words, walking over to his side, rather then standing at a distance. She'd not be one to hold a grudge. He had a secret, a big one, but he had reasons for it being a secret. She trusted him with her life, and always would. That was war.. Emmerick.. Now. Is another time. I.. I agree with Lydia.. I think.. She will trust you. Her heart is warm, and open for all. She never once treated us as enemies. Why should she, knowing this? Her pleasant voice uttered, causing him to gaze up upon her. He often forgot the bits of Holtest blood in her vains, but was always reminded with a look into her eyes. As seductive and charming as his Mother and Sister's. She never knew when she was enthralling others, but always found 'yes' to all her questions in the past, because of this. Emmerick smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, before looking back towards Lydia. As he listened to her tale, it brought so many thoughts in his mind. Especially one. His fathers former adviser. The ancient, who never really explained his lack of death. He was far older then even Emmericks father, and never spoke to anyone else then him. He saved the thought for later, as he kept listening. As she walked to have a drink, he walked towards a chair, leaning against the back of it, as he placed a finger upon his lips, staring thoughtfully upon the floor, as he tapped his lips. Amelia, however, listened very intensely, following every step and movement of Lydia. Her eyes where wide open, showing signs of great interest. Could all this be true? It all seemed so far from anything real. It just wasn't realistic. As she seemed to wish to offend Emmerick, his eyes glared towards her. If you wish my help, bringing me in a cage and comparing me to my family, is not going to be beneficial for you, Lady Lydia... He sneered somewhat silently, before looking down towards the floor again, with the same thoughtful gaze. Call me Emmerick.. He suggested, not really commenting on the 'blood drinking' part, smiling lightly as he did. Then his eyes almost shot in her direction, as she suggested he'd drink from Ava. No! Most deffinitly not.. I will not drink from Ava, unless there's no other option. Unless we're in dire need... There is no saying how I might react. What I might do.. I know far too little of this.. Truthful Legend yet.. I will not drink from Lady Lock, until I am entirely sure, what effect this might have upon her.. He demanded with a harsh voice, appalled by the idea. He pushed off the chair, as Amelia walked over to him, just in time to grab his shoulder, stopping him from starting to pace around. You might not have to, Emmerick.. But tell her.. Let her know. Amelia suggested, causing Emmerick to look upon her with a silent sigh. He slowly shook her head, before starting to speak. I will.. I will.. But we have to find some other solution, then me feeding off Lady Lock.. As you just said. He nodded towards Lydia. There was.. An old Hermit.. Once my fathers royal adviser, now just a nomad. I have to find this man, and shake the truth of the Holest and Lock's past. But I fear my father already knows.. And if he does.. My brothers and he, will be here, before her brothers.. We h.. He was interrupted as his senses twitched, as he heard a shriek. His eyes instantly shot towards the door, leaving the room, and sprinted towards it with such haste, neither of the others would be able to match. Amelia hadn't heard the shriek, not loud enough for her ears, so she just looked at him, as he pulled the door open, and sprinted towards Lady Lock's room. Then, as the door was open, Amelia heard the call of her name, and instantly reacted as well, running in the same direction. It'd taken Emmerick no time to reach the ladies room, and pushed it open in an instant, looking down upon her, in the bed. Emmerick had overreacted, clearly. Yet the shriek'd come, just as he was fretting the possibilities of his father knowing, and already being on his way. He couldn't stand the thought. Lady Lock.. You frightened me.. Nightmare's, I take it? He asked, sighing again, as he walked over to a chair, next to the bed. Moments after, Amelia came running through the door, breathing heavily as she took the last few steps towards Ava's bed, sitting upon it's edge. Yes, Lady Ava.. Are you alright? Why did you call? She asked, still breathing heavily from the running. Emmerick itched his eyes, as he leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms as he looked down upon Ava.