Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Lydia longed to believe what he had said. She was raised on such tales as the Holtests and the Lock. The sight of her Mistress bleeding so close to him was disheartening and down right frightening. His words cause the emotions within Lydia to spin in turmoil. He seemed to care for Lady Ava, as well as her estate and if that were so, then Holtest or not, he would stay true to his word and bring no harm upon the lovely lady's head. He even spoke of the red haired girl being part Holtest and the girl had spent ample time with her mistress and showed no interest. No fangs. No drooling hunger. Still her heart clamored on beneath her bosom. Ava would find something for him to wear. As she had said, men were far more stubborn than women. Amelia was just as charming as she appeared. Another person who stuck by their guns with traditions. The raven haired maiden could not blame her for such a thing. Were we not all raised on such things so as not to forget or forgo them? The moment she passed through those doors, she was greet with a smile from the man in her bed. He seemed quite comical at the time and she could not help but laugh. Such worrisome times, it was a lovely thing to find one's self in laughter. Judging by his generous words, Lydia had done as she was asked and had given him no problems what so ever. Ava was elated. The idea of bickering enemies beneath her roof was not a pleasant one. Especially if it got Lydia back upon the topic of the blood drinking Holtest. The woman swore by the tale, but Ava just could not see it. Not a set of fangs or a single body drained of its bodily fluids. There were holes to the story that could not seem to be filled. She struggled a bit with her own wrappings and was easily swayed to have another set of hands assist her. She would not notice the the color draining from Lydia's face as the Holtest handled her bloody wound. For what felt like an eternity, Lydia forgot how to breath. Silently she cursed the throbbing organ that had lodged itself in her throat. About a hairs breath from shouting out the truth, a long breath spilled forth from her lips as her finger was finally bandaged. Ava turned her green eyes from the man she knew as Evanchest to the source of the noise, that was her head house maid. Lydia, please. You must lay down and relax. You have worked so hard and barely had any sleep. We will be fine. I assure you. Lydia always trusted her mistress and should anything have happened to prove her suspicions then the ideal moment would have been then. Perhaps she was overly tired and not thinking straight. Ay. I think you're right, my dear. Call me should you need anything. ANYTHING. Lydia was not joking. Ava offered a warm smile and nodded her head in response and shooed the woman away from where she stood. The doors closing behind her and leaving the three alone in the room together. Thank you Evanchest. Good luck for any blood to seep out of that bandage. She turned her back to the duo and wandered over to a book shelf that harbored a few books and a roll of parchment. Speaking as she sought out a quill and some ink. Amelia and I were talking about what to do before someone , anyone gets here. With General Emmerick most likely missing or, unfortunately deceased there is a great chance that another Holtest could be on their way. As Amelia said. If word has spread of the General's sudden defeat, then my brother's will put two and two together and make their way here. With or without notice. Now couldn't have been a better time for Lydia to not be in the room, during such a discussion. Only she and Amelia knew that the man in her bed was the General. A soft hand ran through her long ebony tendrils of hair.She took a seat in the chair at her bedside. Clearing the contents of the table top to make room for the parchment and the ink well. Four Locks, on their way. The very thought had her shivering. Her brother's were blood thirty stubborn men who always thought themselves right. She could only star at the sheet, unsure as to what to say. There is no denying that we need assistance. Even then, this is going to be a massive blood bath. Resistance or not this ground will be littered with bodies and we will be caught in the middle of it. A yawn suddenly escaped her lips. Instinctively it was covered. There was not time to sleep, this was a ticking time bomb and she would not even be able to sleep until this was even remotely resolved. Otho, Samuel, Deon, and William Lock, all at her home. Her uncle... hopefully, would stay behind. The less Locks, the better. She could no longer hold the quill in her hands as it visibly shook in her grasp. She carefully place it on the side table top. I have no ideas. My brothers they are... they are... ruthless. Ava now had to stand and walked before the window and stared outside. Already she could see the ground riddled with bodies. The colors of their families mixed with blood. This is not going to work. I know it. I do not even know who I fear worse. My brother's or the Holtest. The things my brothers can do.... and have done, are none to be scoffed at. Clearly both sides will fight to the death and that is what I fear. Her mind was restless and the stress was taking a toll on her body. Her fingers fiddling with the gem that sat within the valley of her bust. Oh! She remembered. Wandering back over to his bed side and gently pressing onto the gaze covered surface of one wound. Has the pain subsided since you woke up? It was a tactic he mind would pull of its own accord. Occupying her with something else.