Cold as Ice- Lost
Author's Note: You want more do you? Amazing. Okay! I'm just glad I've actually got somebody reading this... And on a random sidenote, I resolve to never let this get mushy. I just don't see those two being mushy. That's just wrong. And um, yes, I use Dragoon instead of Dragon Knight. Because dammit, they're the same thing!
Freya awoke when she heard a shout of, "Ow! Hey!" It was Amarant's voice, characteristically emotionless, which was odd because the exclamation was one that one expected to hear with an angry tone.
She sat up and glanced around, looking for him. They appeared to be in some sort of huge underground cavern, with smooth rock walls that climbed straight up into the sky. Or the ground, as the case may be. Her hat was on the ground. It had removed itself from her head when she'd fallen, apparently deciding that it would rather land on her than have her land on it. She picked it up and put it back on as she stood.
Amarant was standing there, glaring up at the thin line of blue far above them that marked the spot where they'd fallen through the ground. At least, it seemed like he was glaring. One never could tell, with his hair always in his eyes like that. In fact, one even wondered how he could see the thin blue line he was supposedly glaring at, or if he could even see at all.
"What happened?" she asked, still curious as to the reason behind his emotionless angry exclamation of pain.
"Somebody threw a rock at me."
She couldn't help but laugh at that. She didn't know why, really. Maybe just because of the sheer humourousness of the idea of somebody throwing a rock down here for the specific purpose of beaning Amarant in the head.
He threw a glare at her, which was decidedly better than him throwing a rock at her, and she stopped, suddenly serious. She looked up at the thin blue streak above them and asked, "Can we get back up somehow?"
"The walls are all smooth," he answered. "We can't climb it. And I don't think even a Dragoon can jump that far."
"Probably not..." Indeed, it was quite impossible. She had no idea how far they'd fallen, but it was true. Even a Dragoon couldn't jump that high. "We...we can't be stuck down here..." she said, half protest, half worry.
"Well we can't get back up, either."
"There has to be a way!" she insisted. A Dragoon never just gives himself up for dead. If there's a way to live, he'll find it. She could find a way back up. She HAD to.
"What do you propose we do then?" His voice held a hint of scorn, as if he was directly challenging her to get them out of here.
"We'll just...try to find another path." She was keeping her level head. A Dragoon doesn't panic! He never loses his wits when faced with danger. Although... If she didn't find a way out, she'd never get to see her darling Fratley again...
It didn't matter that he had no idea who she was, that he'd lost his memory somehow, that he hadn't even the slightest clue of their history together... She still loved him, and as long as she knew he was alive... But she'd never see him again, not if she was stuck down here with the Flaming Emotionless Idiot for the rest of however long the rest of her life was destined to be.
That one thing was what made her want to panic the most. To have finally found Sir Fratley, though he didn't know her anymore, and then now, so close to losing him again...
"Are you done? 'Cause I think I see a way out."
"Huh?" She snapped out of her thoughts and realized with sudden embarrassment that tears had been running down her face at her thoughts of Sir Fratley. She blushed and moved to hide the change of colouration by adjusting her hat, so that her arms blocked Amarant's view of her face. "I uh... Ahem... Let's get going," she said, nearly dead from embarrassment that he'd seen her crying. Crying was a sign of weakness. If you cried, you were weak. It said that somewhere in the Warrior's Code, she was sure.
He said nothing in response, and instead walked toward the connecting cave that he'd seen. How he'd seen it in the extremely dim blue lighting, not to mention through that thick mane of hair covering his eyes, was beyond her, but that didn't really matter. As long as she got out.
She followed him, tying to keep her thoughts away from Sir Fratley. She didn't want to appear weak. Not to Amarant, not to anyone.
Author's Note: You want more do you? Amazing. Okay! I'm just glad I've actually got somebody reading this... And on a random sidenote, I resolve to never let this get mushy. I just don't see those two being mushy. That's just wrong. And um, yes, I use Dragoon instead of Dragon Knight. Because dammit, they're the same thing!
Freya awoke when she heard a shout of, "Ow! Hey!" It was Amarant's voice, characteristically emotionless, which was odd because the exclamation was one that one expected to hear with an angry tone.
She sat up and glanced around, looking for him. They appeared to be in some sort of huge underground cavern, with smooth rock walls that climbed straight up into the sky. Or the ground, as the case may be. Her hat was on the ground. It had removed itself from her head when she'd fallen, apparently deciding that it would rather land on her than have her land on it. She picked it up and put it back on as she stood.
Amarant was standing there, glaring up at the thin line of blue far above them that marked the spot where they'd fallen through the ground. At least, it seemed like he was glaring. One never could tell, with his hair always in his eyes like that. In fact, one even wondered how he could see the thin blue line he was supposedly glaring at, or if he could even see at all.
"What happened?" she asked, still curious as to the reason behind his emotionless angry exclamation of pain.
"Somebody threw a rock at me."
She couldn't help but laugh at that. She didn't know why, really. Maybe just because of the sheer humourousness of the idea of somebody throwing a rock down here for the specific purpose of beaning Amarant in the head.
He threw a glare at her, which was decidedly better than him throwing a rock at her, and she stopped, suddenly serious. She looked up at the thin blue streak above them and asked, "Can we get back up somehow?"
"The walls are all smooth," he answered. "We can't climb it. And I don't think even a Dragoon can jump that far."
"Probably not..." Indeed, it was quite impossible. She had no idea how far they'd fallen, but it was true. Even a Dragoon couldn't jump that high. "We...we can't be stuck down here..." she said, half protest, half worry.
"Well we can't get back up, either."
"There has to be a way!" she insisted. A Dragoon never just gives himself up for dead. If there's a way to live, he'll find it. She could find a way back up. She HAD to.
"What do you propose we do then?" His voice held a hint of scorn, as if he was directly challenging her to get them out of here.
"We'll just...try to find another path." She was keeping her level head. A Dragoon doesn't panic! He never loses his wits when faced with danger. Although... If she didn't find a way out, she'd never get to see her darling Fratley again...
It didn't matter that he had no idea who she was, that he'd lost his memory somehow, that he hadn't even the slightest clue of their history together... She still loved him, and as long as she knew he was alive... But she'd never see him again, not if she was stuck down here with the Flaming Emotionless Idiot for the rest of however long the rest of her life was destined to be.
That one thing was what made her want to panic the most. To have finally found Sir Fratley, though he didn't know her anymore, and then now, so close to losing him again...
"Are you done? 'Cause I think I see a way out."
"Huh?" She snapped out of her thoughts and realized with sudden embarrassment that tears had been running down her face at her thoughts of Sir Fratley. She blushed and moved to hide the change of colouration by adjusting her hat, so that her arms blocked Amarant's view of her face. "I uh... Ahem... Let's get going," she said, nearly dead from embarrassment that he'd seen her crying. Crying was a sign of weakness. If you cried, you were weak. It said that somewhere in the Warrior's Code, she was sure.
He said nothing in response, and instead walked toward the connecting cave that he'd seen. How he'd seen it in the extremely dim blue lighting, not to mention through that thick mane of hair covering his eyes, was beyond her, but that didn't really matter. As long as she got out.
She followed him, tying to keep her thoughts away from Sir Fratley. She didn't want to appear weak. Not to Amarant, not to anyone.