Forlorn and Evanesce -
Chapter 1: This war is probably done...
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Many voices were joined in a harmonic melody around the fire. Males hummed, singing to some rythm while the tended to their items and bandaged their wounds. After the singing voices have died down, being replaced with soft breathing of resting people, the only voices heard were two.
"Artemis, how fare you?" said a male, next to a woman. The female, Artemis, looked over to the male close to her and gently frowned. "Nothing at all, what may you need?" she answered.
Seymour grinned a bit, "No...I don't want to place my burden on your lovely soul, Lady Artemis". Slowly, she became flustered at his comment and winced slightly, trying to keep her demeanor in place and not yell at him like she commanded herself to. "Please don't say such words, Seymour" she said softly, tieing her white silver hair with a dark blue ribbon. His cunning moss green eyes followed her every action before he then pulled her into a embrace.
"Artemis?" Seymour uttered, taking in her scent of rain and amaryllis. Artemis forced herself not to show any sign of being affected by his actions. Yet inside, she was clearly interested.
"Yes, Seymour?" she then replied. Her breath became a bit ragged as feeling of butterflies fluttering in her abdomen increased. She wanted to declare her affection for him, to say it a million times, yet she couldn't even mouth it. "Your beautiful, you know" Seymour spoke, his gaze returning to her own. He ran his pale digits through her hair.
It was true to him as the trees around them. She had a undescribable beauty, both in day and night. Like in war, her rusty brown eyes were harsh and violent, turning almost red. Her silver hair became matted down with blood and her armor stayed strong. Many cries of the enemies peirced the air as shs drove her spear through their hearts with ease. Though not now, here after the war. The moon's light made her ivory skin glow slightly, her eyes of a light chocolate. She wore a long crimson cloak wrapped around her, hood over her head. Knee-high black leather boots at her feet, the cloak hid her bandaged arms. Yet a frown adorned her beautiful face,
"I'm nothing of the sort, Seymour" Artemis said, her voice evidently strained. She pushed herself out of his embrace, glaring. Seymour's gaze saddened slightly. "Yes you are, Artemis, your the most beautiful woman I've ever met" he said honestly. She sighed. "Your so stubborn".