Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

As Emmerick, was somewhat alone in the room, he slowly moved up to a sit. His eyes narrowed slightly, as they drifted about the room. A Locks home, then? Even their Estate's where much alike. What on Earth had started this strife? Who shot the first bullet? Everything about this senseless war, nagged Emmerick. And what was even worse, the scent that had refreshed him, had vanished. And that with Lady Lock. Had she been the source? He had no doubt, that the scent was that of blood. But it'd never been so sweet before. And why would his nostrils react so heavily, to her? His mind was confused, and most of all, worried. He had no intend of returning to his father, anytime soon. Yet if he did not, his father would come here, and that baring rifles and riding horses. And he knew his father, would show no courtesy or mercy for Ava. He could not let that happen. He had to do something about it. His thought's where cut short, as the woman entered the borrowed room, once again. And what did he know? She actually made him a steak, bloody. He just had to chuckle at that fact, as he sat up straight, following Lydia's footsteps. He reached out for the cup of water, picking it up, but as he leaned back he stopped, nodding formally at Lydia a single time. Thank you very much, Lady dear. He thanked, with a wide grin upon his lips, taking a sip of his water, before reaching to pull the plate with steak to him, bringing only a fork in that exchange, spearing the meat upon the fork, raising it to take a large bite from it. He made a delighted groan, rolling his eyes with a smile, shaking the meat a bit in front of him. Delicious... He said with a silent voice, nodding once again, before looking over to Lydia. He seemed questioning, before pointing a bit in her direction, with a few nudges of his fork. That look, and voice earlier... What about me, frightens and discusts you so? He asked, taking another bite from the meat. It's ooobviously not my appearance, i mean... He said with a sarcastic, over dramatized voice, before looking down himself. He pouted lightly with a shrug of his shoulders, before looking up again. I guess that counts for the disgusted part, but i'm hardly that terrifying... He stated, nudging his fork in her direction again, before taking another bite from the steak. Amelia had thanked the guard, and then followed him forward, finally finding Ava again. As Ava's eyes looked back for Amelia, her own lightened up once again. Amelia found hope and warmth in Ava, something no one else then Emmerick, had ever made her feel before. An abusive family, had given her a rough youth, and only Emmerick had ever really respected her choice of carrier. But this was different. Emmerick was her General, Ava and enemy. She shouldn't get these feelings from her, so her eye's lowered lightly, after having stared at them, for a minute or so. Amelia followed Ava to the room they'd reside within, and as soon as they entered, Amelia's eyes rose in amazement, her jaw dropping lightly at the sight. Her eyes drifted over the many shelves of books, with a small smile across her lips, before finally shaking her amazement off, clearing her throat, before joining Lady Ava. She sat down, leaning a bit forward in the seat, with her hands placed on each side of her legs, that was tightly pressed together. She cleared her throat at the question, looking a bit down, as she began. My.. Name is Amelia.. Amelia Fortland.. Thought.. I'd let you know that.. Eh.. I just. Wanted to thank you again, for.. Taking us in, and taking so good care of my friend.. And.. It's.. A lovely home.. You have, I... She stopped the pleasantries with a pause, sighing lightly, before she looked up upon Ava again, moving her hands as she leaned a bit closer to her, and rested the hands on the chair she was on's armrest. Lady Ava Lock.. You must call for aid. I.. Was not lying. Ser Alabast Holtest, will lead his armies, in his brother's absence, and he will certainly bring down the hammer of their father Monarch's order.. The Estate will be attacked, and they won't care about it's neutrality this time. You can not hold him back, and I don't want to see you hurt.. I don't want to see your Estate taken from you.. You will not be shown the courtesy you showed us.. You'll be imprisoned. Tortured for information and used as a bargaining tip. Your servant's, men.. Those who'll be lucky will be shot down during combat, the rest abused or executed.. Alabast is a ruthless bastard, with no honor in his heart.. I don't to see this predicament befall you, Mi'Lady... Her voice was now swift, and direct. When she spoke combat and warning's, Amelia was incapable of holding her tongue, and several times showed her worry for Ava's safety. She realized what she'd said, and cleared her throat, leaning a bit back in the chair, as her eye's finally let go of Ava's. They'd been worried. Hurt. Afraid. Now they where filled with sorrow and fright, staring upon the carpet in front of her, as she bit at her gums. I.. Apologize.. I.. I might have over stepped.. I.. Did not mean to be disrespectful.. If.. If you trust your forces, I.. I will not pretend I know them better, then you.. She said, now with a more silent voice, as her eye's drifted up to meet Ava's again, the enchanting eye's, showing a hint of care.