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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"What?" He asked, pulling away. "How? What?" He tried seeing his own eyes, but obviously that didn't work too well. He still wasn't quite back to his senses fully. "Where are we Em? Why am I living in a shack?"
 
Emmalia put her hand on his chest in the hopes of calming him a bit. "You're not living in a shack. I brought you here because I bit you, and if you became a vampire, I didn't want people to kill you, or worse, try to bury you without knowing. I found this place on one of my hunts." Her tone was soothing, especially since she could understand his confusion. She looked like a mess too, obviously having cried for a long time, her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were dirty with a few blood spots here and there.
 
Callum blinked a couple of times and laughed a bit, then added in, "I can hardly remember anything. The last thing I can remember is..." He stopped, giving her a plain look. Suddenly, he pulled away from her a bit. "Who are you?" He asked, as though he was a snobby prince.
 
Emmalia seemed insulted, confused, then concerned, in that order. "I'm Emmalia. Cal, we've been travelling together for well over a month now. You addressed me just a few minutes ago...." What was happening to him?
 
Callum brought a hand up to his head as he attempted to pull away from her. "Unless you're some courtier of mine then I don't believe we've met. I do think you're quite beautiful, though." He flashed a toothy grin, and talked in an arrogant way, like how he first talked when they had met.
 
Emmalia stared at him for a few seconds, then without warning, slapped him across the face. "I don't know if you were joking or not, hopefully,if you're not, that will help you remember."
 
Callum grunted as he was slapped and was a bit taken back for a moment, before slowly grinning again and laughing. "Damn, I really must've had you going for a bit." He pulled her back into a deep kiss, holding her close and tight to him.
 
Emmalia was a bit suspicious that he was lying and actually didn't remember her, but she couldn't help but kiss him back. When she pulled away, she said, "Yeah, you did - you just came back from the he dead and I don't know how. I'm going to be very concerned."
 
Callum frowned as a sudden realization dawned on him. "Who poisoned me?" He asked. Callum hadn't made any enemies out of the servants and staff of the castle, so who would have cause to want him to die? Either way, the plan backfired, and Callum seemed to be as healthy as ever.
 
Emmalia watched Callum for a few seconds, debating if she ought to tell him the truth right then, or wait. He didn't seem quite oriented enough for this, not yet. She crawled into the bed next to him and carefully pulled him close into a protective embrace. "I don't think I should tell you right now," she whispered.
 
"You don't think you should tell me?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "Is it that bad? Was it Balder again? Or Aman? What's Aman doing trying to kill me now? Everybody wants to kill me." He groaned as he tried to remember about what had happened in recent events. "Maybe we should just stay in this cabin forever."
 
Emmalia pulled him closer and buried her head against his neck. "No, love. It was Gallium. He ordered it from jail." She held him very protectively, hoping to almost smother him in love so he wouldn't feel as much pain from what she said.
 
Callum frowned and remained silent, not wanting to speak. Had Gallium really tried to kill him? He supposed Gallium had a reason to want him dead, even if he was his son. "Oh." Was all that came from his as he sat still, and simply thought.
 
Emmalia gave him a comforting squeeze and softly said, "I'm sorry love." She softly kissed his neck a few times, trying to keep him from getting too upset.
 
Callum kept his emotions still as he eventually got back to his senses. However, he felt... Better. As though he had a sickness all his life and it had just been lifted. He remained silent for a few moments before saying, "We should get back to the castle. We can't be away for too long, or someone will get suspicious."
 
Emmalia didn't let him go. She assumed that he had some emotions to work through, but if he didn't want to speak, she couldn't make him. "You're right. But I'm not letting you go yet." She nestled her head into his neck again. In a very small voice, she said, "I thought I lost you. I'm not ready to let you go yet."
 
Callum didn't object as he held her tighter. He wasn't sure how he managed to be dead for days, it felt like he was out for a few minutes at most. Then someone or something talked to him, and he woke up again. All he knew was that he didn't want to face the same feeling again, his life force slowly draining from him as he collapsed to the floor. Callum made a note not to die again. "You can stay close the whole way home Em. I'm not going anywhere."
 
Emmalia held on for a few seconds longer. "They might try to kill you again. I don't even know how you're alive as it is." After he had died and she'd had to face the reality of it, even then she had had some hope that he'd revive as a vampire. That had been horrible enoigh, but to have no hope? She could feel the tears welling up. "Ok," she murmured meekly. She gave him one last squeeze, then let him go.
 
Callum slowly stood up, a bit wobbly, and held her hand as she led them back to the castle. It was a peaceful walk with plenty of beautiful scenery and random stops for Callum to regain his balance. Being dead had taken its toll on him, making walking a more difficult challenge than it should've been. Eventually though, they made it back without a hitch, and Callum sat down at the table in the same spot where he had eaten.
 
Emmalia had held his hand the whole way and walked very close, their shoulders almost touching. Now that she had him again, she was concerned that he was weaker than before. She didn't want to treat him like he was fragile, but she was scared and couldn't help but fuss over him, and her emotions were clear: fear, apprehension, anxiety. He was everything to her.

Sitting in the courtyard, Emmalia brought her chair over next to his and sat patiently. Quietly, she said, "I don't think you'll need to worry about any of the other servants... I may have made a bit of an example of the one assassin."
 
"You found who the assassin was?" He asked, his voice lower than before. The whole time after his death he had spoken quieter and darker, almost a whisper. He did it subconsciously, as well as the fact that he hadn't talked nearly as much as he used to. "Who was it?"
 
"One of the servants. They were still loyal to Gallium, got a message to him from jail, no clue how it got out, but I saw it." Emmalia shifted a bit uncomfortably and said, "He didn't want to tell me what I asked for, though, and I was so upset because you had just died and I had to leave you alone in that cabin...." She looked away from him so she didn't have to meet his eyes. "I guess I learned a few things from Ander." What she said was rather clear - she had tortured the servant effectively and gotten the information she needed. It was hard for her to tell how he would take such information - surely he knew how guilty she felt, but he also must have known how she had practically been driven insane in the moment. The way his voice was low and quiet, on one hand she liked it, but on the other, it made her concerned about how much death had changed him.
 
"I understand." Was all he said. Callum was rather shocked he didn't care his father tried to kill him from jail - or that Emmalia had tortured the servant. Was he becoming just another Gallium? Killing servants as he pleased, eventually an anger issue will ensue, capturing of other Lords, maybe even joining a plan for high treason against Cassian. He had no clue what was going on in his mind, or where he stood on any subject. "We should get to bed, it's quite late."
 
Emmalia nodded quickly, just happy that he wasn't mad at her, or disgusted by her actions. She walked him up to their room slowly, very careful to keep to his pace. Once I'm their room, she helped him change into some loose clothing, then joined him in bed. As before, she laid on her back with her arms around his chest, holding him close so he could rest his head on her shoulder while she played with his hair. "Do you feel okay?"
 
Callum rested tiredly against her, "Yeah, I'm feeling fine, thank you." He said and kissed her head. "I love you Emmalia." Callum kept still as he thought about everything that had happened recently. He had finally remembered everything that had happened when he died, the girl crying, the things they had said to one another. "Hey, Em?"
 

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