Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

It was clear, that Amelia felt no fear for their weapons. Her eye's did not twitch or react to the danger of their weaponry, only when ever a gun was pointed at Emmerick, if any was. Then she got in the way of these weapon's, crawling over Emmerick, as if trying to be the human shield. Yet then, when their arm's where lowered, at their Lady's command, Amelia's eyes focused on her instead. Lady Ava Lock. A beauty, just as she'd been described, by other's that'd been tended to here, in this sanctuary. Now it was clear, why some from the army went here, rather then to their own Med Camps. Better equipment, and a chance to catch another glance at, The Lady Lock. Amelia saw the strife Ava had with herself, and another tear was shed, before she crumbled in front of Ava, doing what she'd never done before. Yielding. P.. Please.. Help him.. She begged again, before Ava would get a word in. And then as she did, agreeing to the yield, and the plea. Relief shot into Amelia's eye's, as she gave a slight cry of worry, before looking back at Emmerick, as other Soldier's approached. C.. Careful.. His wounds are grave.. The.. Distance I had to carry him, was.. Already bad enough. When other came to help Amelia on the way, she thanked, but shook her head, clearly only tired. But if they insisted, she wouldn't stop them, but would make sure, that they staid close to those, who carried Emmerick. Amelia cared not for the beautiful Manor, only focused on her Hero, being carried off to a resident, of their enemy. He'd been as a father to her, teaching her most she knew, and in doing so, making her the best shot of their Battalion. If she lost him, she lost all hope for this war to end peacefully. Without Emmerick, it would only end in slaughter, for either sides. As long as she could, she'd defend him above all else. They passed another Holtest, on their way up the stair's, that noticed Emmerick and Amelia. The man gasped, looking to Amelia, who glared back. He knew what to do. Keep it a secret. No one could know, who Emmerick truly was. As they entered the room, and Amelia was sat down, she looked down herself as the healer's approached. N.. None of it is mine.. It's.. It's all E.. Evanchest's.. She whispered, as her hand's, covered in thick masses, of crimson blood. She took a deep breath, before looking down towards Emmerick on the bed, who still remained silent and still. She didn't protest, should the hearlers start to treat her, but they'd find nothing but bruises and minor scratches, nothing on her was bleeding. The heavy coat of blood spray, was entirely Emmerick's. Emmerick had lost a lot of blood, and any human would've gone pale, as he was. Yet Emmerick was alway's this pale. Luckily, so far, nothing would seem strange about it. Other then the fact, that he wasn't yet dead, but remained alive. His heart, barely pumping blood through his vain's still, and as her finger touched the wound on his shoulder, a gunshot wound, gone all the way through, a twitch from his right hand showed pain, and the blood started pumping again. Amelia's head shook, as she watched. He.. He can't die.. You can't die on me.. Please.. S.. Stay with me.. Stay with us. She whispered silently, from her chair, as her green eyes, gazed down upon Emmerick. And as silence approached, those green orb's, remained focused on Emmerick, not straying, even as the poor Noble woman, dropped to sleep. Many Holtest, had come by the room, wanting to speak with Amelia, through the morning. Those who was allowed word, only asked how Evanchest was doing, everyone seemingly knowing this alias. Every time, Amelia was there to nod, still hopeful that he'd survive. She'd gotten up, if allowed by the guards, and started walking a bit back and forth in the room. She had only slept for a few hours during the night, unable to rest her head, with Emmerick still silent. Finally, and groan came from Emmerick, as his head turned. He remained asleep, and Amelia, who instantly reacted and ran to the bed side, did not wish to wake him, unsure on what to do. She looked up to Lydia, with questioning eyes. Is that good? She asked, with as worried a voice as ever. She sat down on her knees, and looked upon Emmerick, with begging eye's. Here I am.. Breaking down.. In.. Front of my 'worst' enemy... She said, silently. She leaned forward, watching Emmerick more closely, as another tear graced her cheek. She was a beautiful woman, taking her rank in consideration. She had a rough exterior, as any soldier would have, but behind that, and the uniform, she had a curved body, beautiful orange hair, reaching her shoulders, and green eyes to drop dead for.