Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Amelia's eyes where drawn towards Ava, as the woman rose her head from the bed, to look upon Amelia's general, once again. Amelia was waging war with herself. She was happy, that Ava seemed pleased with treating her General. Whilst she was afraid she'd find out the truth. Emmerick was loved by his allies, whilst feared by his enemies. His platoon's, had never failed a mission, until this one. When ever they'd been told to hold a line, they'd done so, without any faltering, even if they where greatly outnumbered. And where they told to attack, Emmerick always managed to outsmart his enemies. That is why, she was afraid. That big of an asset to the Holtest family, would surly be stricken down, should the Lock's find out, who he truly was. But Amelia had to hide her fear, and did so, looking up to Ava, as she placed a hand upon Emmerick's head. Amelia nodded a single time, and smiled in Ava's direction, with great appreciation in her gaze. Her eyes then drafted back upon Emmerick, as she gulped a single time. That was one fear, off her shoulder's. Emmerick would survive. Now, they just had to keep his identity a secret, for as long as possible. Her eye's drifted a bit up and down Emmerick, without truly listening to Ava's words. He was beautiful, indeed. But that wasn't why, she was this loyal. He had been like a father to her. Taught her everything. He had to live. For her. For their country. As she was instructed to feed him, Amelia rose to her feet, moving her green eyes towards Ava, in a respecting gaze. Amelia made it clear, that even though an enemy, Lady Ava was both of higher rank and importance then herself. Even towards those she's yielded to, Amelia remained formal. Yet when Ava was about to continue on for her bath, Amelia first reached a hand out for Ava's wrist, but quickly stopped it's advance, and pulled it back, realizing that could have seemed aggressive. Lady Lock.. Th.. Thanks. For helping him. She thanked, lowering her head, in a formal sign of submission, before turning her attention back down towards Emmerick. As Ava where away, Amelia had gotten placed upon her chair, and leaned closer over Emmerick, stroking his hair gently, silently speaking to him. Calling him by the name Evanchest, again and again, as if trying to wake him, with her sweet words. His chestnut brown hair, where still covered in blood stains, and Amelia looked around the bed for a piece of cloth, if finding one, she dipped in a bowl of blood smeared water, then starting to gently water his hair, and clean the stain's away, making sure no water would irritate his eyes. Again and again, she repeated herself 'Don't leave us, Evanchest'. Amelia kept stroking Emmerick's hair, as Ava read through her letter, only discreetly listening to her words. Then as Lydia spoke, Amelia's eyes, slowly moved up towards the woman, unable to stay her own tongue, figuring she was talking about the Holtest army. General Emmerick Holtest, had no choice in this mater. Being a General, he still answer's to his father. If Emmerick wanted to take the village here.. There would've been more casualties.. Less wounded.. She said, in a low tone, that still recognized, that she was in another's house. Her eyes then drifted back down towards Emmerick, as she kept drying his hair. Lucky for both sides.. Emmerick detests his father's choice, of waging war against neutral ground. She saw the brightest, in the darkest. There was still many wounded, yes. But the casualties where low, and Ava yet had her Estate for herself, and the Lock family. Had Emmerick been as blood thirsty as his father, this might have been very different. Amelia gulped, slowly sitting back in her chair, with a lowered head. I'm.. Sorry if I overstepped.. Saying that.. She apologized, before anyone could complaint. Then as she heard Ava's complaint, she rose her head, leaning a bit up in her chair, casting a gaze towards the finger, now bleeding slightly. She saw it was merely a flesh wound, so didn't react more, then her few seconds of worry. For an enemy... Yet as the first drops of blood seeped from the small wound, Emmerick's finger twitched, so little that no one'd notice it. He was awake. Yet he kept his eyes closed, still very weak. Amelia looked up as she was spoken to, shaking his head lightly, her lips now curving a slight smile. Still unconscious. And.. Even if he had waken, he.. Always hated porridge. She whispered, giggling just slightly a single time. And.. He'd probably say 'Keep that damned watery-bread, and..' She made an attempt at a fake male voice, but was interrupted by a real one. Bring me, a bloody steak... Emmerick groaned, before chuckling halfly, but being choked into a cough, as his eyes drifted open, blinking several times, before gazing towards Ava. His weak, pale brown-organe eye's gazed for her's, as his lips curved an even larger smile. What a.. Pretty face to wake up to.. Hrm.. He chuckled again, but was once again stopped by a burning cough. Yet as the cough halted, his eye's almost shot towards Ava once again. Lady.. Ava Lock? He questioned, as Amelia brightened up to his awake, before placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked over to her instead, smiling again. He knew now, that Ava was still in the dark. He moved his right hand, to place it on Amelia's, as his eye's shined appreciation. His eyes then drifted back towards Ava, with a serious, and questioning gaze. Am I, a prisoner? His first question, would be.