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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Callum sighed softly, trying to hide his resentment of himself for letting Emmalia get hurt in the way she was. It was his fault, for leaving her alone in the carriage, for nor fighting them off, for not keeping her safe. Em was hurt because of Callum and he couldn't forgive himself for that. "I'm sorry, Emmalia." Was all he could say.
 
Em instantly know what he meant and what he felt sorry for, and frowned. "Callum. This isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself, it's a waste of mental energy."
 
Callum didn't bother answering, afraid that they'd either get into debate over it, or that she could convince him it wasn't his fault. He wanted the blame on him though. It was better to have it on himself than the both of them, or no one. Someone needed to be punished for wrongful actions, and he was the only person he could think of. "How is the food?"
 
Em allowed him to move off topic and said, "It's very good, thank you for getting it for me." She still appreciated being able to eat normal food, and he evidently knew it
 
Callum nodded, knowing it wasn't a very in - depth conversation at all. It was all Cal could come up with, unfortunately. Emmalia was his wife though, who had been through everything with him for the past years. She knew him better than anyone else alive, aside from his sister. "When do you want to head out today?"
 
Em looked up from the food to look him over and try to gauge if he was well. "We can go whenever you're ready, since we can rest in the carriage anyway." She didn't feel like moving at just that moment, though.
 
Callum nodded his head slowly. "Whenever you're ready, love. I'll start getting my armor on now though, just so we're ready." Cal slowly got up and began to strap on what armor he could without help.
 
Em watched him for a bit while she nibbled at the food, then finally got up and started changing into traveling clothes. "I expect Camilla will be happy when we return."
 
"Why do you say that?" He asked, grunting as he tightened a strap on his plate mail. He finished with the armor he could get on by himself and sat on the bed, waiting for Em to help him with the rest.
 
"True, I suppose. If I were her I'd cherish every moment I could get in a castle with my name. Not everyone has those." Callum smiled softly, thinking of his time with Camilla when they were children. His mind slowly went down a path to his own lack of children, which only brought him to a darker place than he had expected to visit. He quickly escaped the thoughts. "Mind helping me out?"
 
"Of course," she said. She worked steadily to help him with the last bits of armor. But she could tell something was off, and caught his hand in hers and refused to let go. "Love. What's wrong?"
 
Callum looked up at Emmalia, then down at their hands, then back to her. "What do you mean? Nothings wrong." Callum tried his absolute best to hide it, since this topic only made them both saddened at the thought. "Just a bit tired is all."
 
Em looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, then very slowly nodded. "Okay...." She wanted to believe him just so she wouldn't have to think that he was lying to her.
 
Callum nodded, glad she wouldn't press him. To change the mood, he decided to pull her into his lap, and give Em a gentle but drawn out kiss, hoping to relieve her of thinking he wasn't happy.
 
Em returned the kiss, then stood and got ready to go. "Thank you. But I'm not gonna just forget that something is up. I just won't bring it into conversation."
 
Callum frowned a bit, not realizing it, as Em had still been able to tell. He thought he played it pretty well, but either he was a terrible liar, or Em knew him too well. Either way, he put it behind him, and got the rest of his things ready to go.
 
Soon, they were in the carriage, and Em laid with her head on Callum's lap. Occasionally she would run her hand over the scar on her face. "Hey, Cal?" She asked quietly.
 
Callum had been looking out at the scenery passing by, stroking his hand through Em's hair gently, staying deep in thought until she had spoken. He turned to look down at her, and asked, "Yes, love?"
 
"When we get home, we should have a nice little date night. Go to a pub and get food and drink and dance a bit. What do you think?" She knew he was thinking on hard topics, so she wanted to distract him.
 
Callum smiled a bit and nodded softly, continuing to play with her hair. "I'd love to. It'd be a nice change of pace from hunting demon ghosts." He wanted to give Emmalia a kiss, but she was in his lap and out of his reach. So, he decided to prop her up a bit to close the gap, pressing his lips to hers.
 
Callum smiled at her comment, and for added measure kissed the top of her head. "It's what you do to me, Em. I just can't help myself around you."
 

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