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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Emmalia had awoken when Callum had set her down. She sighed and burrowed into the hay a bit. "Like Hell, but what can you expect when a madman stabs and burns you repeatedly? At least I'm out of the sun, though, so my wounds will continue healing better." She looked up at Callum and tugged on his hand so he would sit next to her. "Cal... about what you asked earlier. I may have difficulty showing it, but I really do care about you... I just can't always show it properly."
 
Callum sat beside her and kept his hand in hers. He took a bit to get settled before replying. "I understand, I just wanted to make sure. You've told me a lot about yourself recently, and the most I can take from it is you run to keep people safe. Just... I want you to know that I'd rather die protecting you than live without you." His voice trailed off as he talked and when he reached the end of his sentence it was almost a whisper.
 
Emmalia looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled slowly. "Well, you'll have to do neither, if I have anything to do with it." She had decided that she was willing to keep him with her as long as he could stand her - she wanted to be with him, even if it was going to hurt in the long run. Her thumb slowly rubbed the back of his hand, before she whispered, "Cal? Could you please kiss me?"
 
Callum wasn't a man who blushed often, but he could feel his cheeks grow red as he nodded his head slowly. A smile crept onto his lips as he leaned in slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist, and kissing her gently. His lips pressed against hers gently but with passion as he pulled her close to him, mindful of Emmalia's wounds.
 
Emmalia held the kiss for a few seconds, then pulled away. She cleared her throat. "Thank you. Ah, so, where do we go now? Where can we even go...?" Maybe he would have an idea better than anything she could think up. They could go to the nearest city, but eventually Ander would find them there too... if they managed to get there
 
"I'm not sure. I'm not a fan of swampland, and the hot south doesn't sound inviting. It'd be easier to hide from Ander if we were wearing big burly coats and hoods." He wasn't sure just how much that would help, but he figured it'd be better than going around some place they had almost no idea of. The north, he figured, was their best bet.
 
Emmalia chuckled and shook her head. "No, that wouldn't help. I hate running from him, but it's like a game with him, and I feel like there's really no way to win. He's too damn smart...." She sighed, then looked up at Cal. "I guess we'll just have to be smarter."
 
"We could set a trap, devise a set place where he could capture one of us, maybe think he captured both of us. Then, while he thinks he's got us both, one of us could sneak up on him." He wasn't one for cloak and daggers, but it was the best chance they had against Ander. "We would need to be precise, though, for him to believe it. We would have to plan our every move and footstep to get it set up right."
 
"Maybe we could...." Emmalia wasn't so sure. One thing she had learned over the years was that Ander just got more and more ruthless with each passing day. But he had a method. "He's going to go for you next," she said quietly. "He wants to see me in pain - he did the physical torture, next is mental, then he'll try to recapture or kill me."
 
Callum grimaced at the sound of him being killed and Emmalia taken to some decrepit place to be tortured for who knows how long. "Why is he so keen on watching you suffer in such drastic ways? I know you denied him, but he's pretty ruthless and takes things pretty far to be hunting you so vigorously." He rested his head back on the hay and sighed softly.
 
Emmalia shrugged. "He was always ruthless, but... he was trying to make something from my blood. He mentioned immortality a lot. I think that when experimenting and trying to make some kind of immortality spell or potion, he lost his humanity somewhere along the way. He enjoys seeing me suffer." She sighed and added, "Not to mention, marrying me would have given him more gold than is conceivable."
 
"Your family was that rich? And you threw it all away?" A small smile grew on his face. "Who would've guessed you'd be a stoic Em." He said it completely sarcastically. Ever since he met her, Callum assumed she was the literal incarnation of the word. Callum was just some man with some problems who decided, finally, that he needed to change - and it was all because of Emmalia. In a way, he owed his humble, more gentle and caring nature to her.
 
Emmalia smiled and leaned in against Callum. "Yeah, y'know, I never did. Even when I lived with my parents, I never did." She sighed, and seemed like she was going to say something more, but a cat walked into the barn - an orange tabby. She grinned and painstakingly propped herself up against Callum so she sat up straight, and wriggled her fingers on the hay. "Kitty kitty, c'mere baby. C'mon." The cat jumped up and went right to her, rubbing its head on her chest. She pulled it into her arms and cuddled it close as she leaned back on Callum. "Hello little one." She leaned her head back on Callum and held the cat close, like a mother might a child.
 
Callum couldn't hide his smile, watching Emmalia's more nurturing side show. She wasn't the cold blooded, merciless killer he thought she was when they first met. She was a human being, with human problems and human emotions. Sure, she may have a small case of vampirism, but that was miniscule in Callum's image of her. So far, the only downside to being with her would be that Emmalia would outlive him by eons. She'd soon forget him entirely, move on to the next man, and repeat the cycle. He truly loved Emmalia, but his biggest fear was being forgotten. "You're kind." Is all he managed to say though, through gritted teeth and a forced smile as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
 
Emmalia was not the type to forget those she loved. There was not a single chance that she would forget Callum. But she didn't even know that he was thinking of those things. She just looked up at him and said, "I wouldn't say that," then turned her attention back to the cat. "You're just skin and bones, aren't you? Haven't caught any birds lately? Hm?" The cat started purring loudly as she pet it. She didn't mind being compassionate around Callum and a cat.
 
"Are we going to share our rations with the cat now?" He chuckled lightly, trying to forget his thoughts. He focused on the present, which meant Emmalia and the cat. Of course, he spent most of his time taking quick glances at her. Callum didn't consider himself a very romantic person, especially compared to Emmalia and how flawlessly she seemed to flirt. "We can't just feed every animal that begs us to."
 
"But I don't take rations, silly Cal." She hugged the cat close and pressed her head back against Callum. "I just... I feel for the poor kit. I know what it's like to be unwanted, kicked around, forced to scavenge for food, forced to hunt, left without shelter.... that's why I like cats. Because somehow, they can be sweet despite all of that." Emmalia didn't consider herself sweet - she saw herself in too dark of a light for that.
 
"I guess in a way that makes you like a cat." He said with a soft chuckle, his arm wrapped around her gently. Callum had been rather hesitant to say this, since he was afraid Emmalia might take it as an insult. But she was a strong, a natural warrior. He said it as a compliment - she's survived more than any one man could endure on his own. In a way he looked up to Emmalia, she was everything he had wanted to be when he set out for moral perfection all those years ago. Now, he not only wanted to be like her, he wanted her to be his. "You're strong and sweet at the same time."
 
Emmalia blushed and smiled slightly. Sweet was not something she was often called. It made her realize just how much of herself she was showing to Callum. "Thank you." She petted the cat in her arms a little longer, then sighed. "We should probably keep moving, shouldn't we?"
 
"I suppose so, if you're feeling well enough that is. I don't want you to strain yourself like you did with the fever, or when you were attacked." Callum slowly sat up and stood, offering his hand to her. He didn't want to get moving just yet, but if they were to stay ahead of Ander, they'd need to keep going. They couldn't rest for too long. This wasn't how Callum expected to live, in constant fear of being killed by someone he didn't know randomly, maybe in his sleep or an arrow shot from afar.
 
Emmalia sighed and petted the cat a few more times, then let it go. She stood and took Callum's arm to help keep herself steady. "Come on, then... let's get moving East, or North, or wherever is not here." She wasn't exactly in any shape to be moving again so soon, but she knew she would soon heal, and they did need to keep ahead of Ander.
 
Callum nodded as he walked beside Emmalia slowly. Before long, they had found their way out of the swamplands of the west and into the sprawling fields and mountains of the northeast. It felt good to be back where he belonged, he didn't get along with the heat. He preferred the cold mountains or the temperate forests he grew up in. He was wondering what the state the Lords and Counts of the region were in, now that Gallium was out of power, at least that's how it was when they left. He was eager to see someone new upon his father's throne, but it also meant he no longer could freely pass through the gates. Most of the guards and maids he knew were more than likely replaced with new ones. It saddened him, but he preferred to see a new face over his own personal castle.
 
The week or so it took for them to return to the Northeast allowed Emmalia to mostly heal. Except for the occasional pain and the burn on her shoulder, she was relatively healthy, and just happy to be away from the West. The looming threat of Ander still hung over them, but less so, since they were now in Callum's land, and had the home advantage. During their trip, Emmalia had been rather cuddly and affectionate toward Cal, since there was nobody to see and she wasn't scared of him seeing how nice she was anymore. Since they were in the Northeast, though, she deferred to his guidance about where to get a job.
 
"We could always try the high king." He said in a guessing tone. He wasn't sure if he would accept them for help on any problems he had, but Callum figured it was worth a shot. Sure, there were plenty of other places to go to. But right now, due to the high cost for Emmalia's healing and the resources they spent on the way to their destination. At the moment, Callum was without any form of currency, and hoped they could get a job that would pay extensively well - and the high king had just enough wealth to give them that.
 
Emmalia shook her head. "Then we could have just gone central, not Northeast. Let's stop by Balder's since we're up here. Surely he heard about what we did to save him." Perhaps he was even feeling generous, and would just give them the gold. Not that a job would be unwanted - with their skill set, it was only right that they help people. Well, in Em's view, anyway. She didn't know about Callum's.
 

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