Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

It was always wonderful to be reminded that her efforts were not in vain. Despite the two being from completely different kin that rivaled her own. The Lock family had heard, what were now rumors. Ava only figured them myths, since it was just a simple tale that her parents would tell her before she went to bed. The Holtests were proclaimed to be blood inhaling beasts that savored the blood of the Locks. It was figured that parents only relayed the tale to keep their children in line. As the flame haired girl spoke once more, she was quite surprised at her boldness to say such a thing within a House of Lock. A smile tugged at the corner of the Lady's soft pink lips, after the outburst. You really need not apologize. I continuously refuse help from my family, and continue to as long as they pursue this war that is waged between us. I detest the blood shed. It is required to defend one's self, but.... She shrugged with little need to voice her opinion for the umpteenth time. Her finger was easily bandaged and a genuine laugh escaped her lips after the longest time. Often there was little to laugh about at such troubling times. Ava did not even notice when her droplets of blood elicited the slightest of movement from the seemingly unconscious male that occupied her bed. The woman was indeed amusing with her male impression. It was certainly the response that the Lady would have foreseen. Followed by her explanation of why he had to eat it, only if he had not woken up. A small and silent gasp escaped her lips as the male spoke. Green eyes were rolled with half a smile on display, soon afterwards. First words from your lips are an order, followed closely by flattery. Oh how man has evolved. Ava laughed softly. Whether he took it as the jest it was meant to be or the insult some may have twisted it into, was up to him. The girl, was kind and wise, but him... he was unexplored territory. However, he was too weak to do any damage. His cough was disheartening, but it could be worse. It was a bit of a surprise that he knew her name, but she would not question it. Looking back, he was not the first. The hostess shook her head slighting in response to his question. Neither of you are prisoners here. If you know my name, then you should at least know that. His eyes we... mesmerizing. It was difficult to rip her own eyes from the flaming orbs and to the female on the other side of the bed. You need only thank your friend. She came to my doors and... well. Not a hair has been touched on her and she made it with only a few cuts and bruises. You... on the other hand. As pale as a ghost with wounds that rivaled all that have ever walked past my threshold. You are not leaving until you are completely healed. Strain yourself and your wounds will open. Per my order. Instinctively, a strand of his auburn locks were tucked aside by her fingers. Lydia, would you please? For some odd reason the auburn haired maid was awe struck in a corner of the room. She had been since the word 'bloody' spilled forth from his lips. Lydia was one of the people within the Lock household that truly believed in the tales of the Holtest and the Locks. H-How would you have your steak? The words held an air of disgust as they were spoken. Never before has the woman displayed such disdain before her mistress. Lydia! Ava corrected. The portly lady knew how naive her mistress was to the tales and would dare not bring it up whilst in the company of them. Unlike the others he had to stay, and the woman proved to be no hindrance to his healing or her family, so she too could stay. Please... make yourselves at home. She humbly offered. Ask the guards for anything. They will be outside of yourmy doors for the time being. Only out of habit. Seeing as how it was her room. I will return shortly, Lydia will bring you your steak. Ava ached for a breath of fresh air. One place to receive such a request was her garden. Just outside of the bedside window, she could see it. Untouched by death and bloodshed. With a quaint nod she excused herself and exited the room. The doors closing behind her. On the way downstairs, she peeked into the rooms and found many of the people who lingered to be moving on their own. Always a wonderful sight. Past the kitchen doors and out the back she was greeted with the fresh scent of various budding flowers. How sweet the smell. Compared to the sickening putrid scent of blood and sweat. The wind played with the hem of her dress and the loose tresses of her raven mane. Lydia would have to endure their company. It still irked her with how the woman had behaved. A stone bench sat in the center of her small garden with a seemingly ancient tree looming overhead. A comforting place to get lost in one's thoughts. Thinking of generations breathing down one another' back to pursue a war that was older than even they were. A war that lost meaning a long time ago. Already he blood had seeped its way through the bandage upon her finger. With a reluctant sigh, she stood up from the bench and sauntered back in the direction of her room where she had left the supplies to fix it up once more.