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A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

Lady Bloody Ava

Lady Bloody Ava

Florida Fall 🏝️🍹
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It was just past sunset. small bare feet ran through the woods with the sound of a little laughter ringing through the air. A small blue modest dress litter with a few twigs here and there as she ran to the creek the split the forest in two. Green orbs gazed around. There was no sight of the boy. She had stumbled across him here before. She sat in silence and placed her bare feet in the cool running water at the edge. The raven locks styled in pig tails trailing down each shoulder and down her back. The color of her eyes contrasting greatly against sof ivory skin. She was not to be out in the woods. It isn't safe. Her family told her. There are monsters out there. her brothers constantly said. No matter what was said little Gabriella VanBuran felt invincible. She was the only daughter of the head clan. Prized, cherished, and loved. Guarded by four older brothers, whom she easily eluded to go exploring. She had met a boy by the river bed one day. She was sitting high in a tree and jumped down to surprise him, only to laugh and smile. She had actually scared him. He scared her as well, the next day. She had introduced herself as 'Gabby'. Something he made fun of her about, because it seemed as though she would never stop talking.

A blush was easy to spot against her fair skin. As she sat in idle thought she was picked up by someone far stronger than her and thrown over their shoulder. "Let me go Damion!! Put me down!!" The golden haired male in the lavished leather tunic was her oldest brother. "Tsk, tsk, tsk Gabriella. What did we say about leaving the castle after hours? So this is where you have been running off to?" The male whistled and her other brothers caught up and dawned smiles from fang to fang at their sister. "It wreaks of mutt out here." Her youngest brother, Gabriel, spoke with a look of disgust upon his youthful handsome face framed with short straight hair that matched the color of his sister's. "Why would you come out here Gabriella? Mother and father are worried about you, and here you fool around. Gambling you life for some fun." He continued. She had given up trying to wiggle her way out of Damion's arms. He was far stronger than she and wasn't going to let up any time soon.

After that moment her brother's always kept a close eye on her. She was never given the opportunity to see her friend again. Werewolf or not... he was nice. The thoughts were pushed aside when their father was murdered fighting along side of his men. It caused Gabriella great grief and she was angered with the stupid family known as 'DeLune'. This war had been before her time. Something around a VanBuren and a DeLune dying by one another's hand. No one knows who truly killed who, but both families blame one another. It was so long ago and yet blood from both clans continued to soak the ground beneath their feet. Her oldest brother was now head of the clan and each sibling held their own ground. Gabriella was housed in her own keep and the war shifted and she found herself near the heart. The battle ground was practically her front door. Her hatred for the DeLune was not as strong as her brother's and she was tired of the killing and the senseless blood shed. The sight of a life lost was no easier to take in even if they were a werewolf. Soon she not only took in her own wounded kin, but her enemies a well. A secret that did not remain hidden for long.

Damion, Gabriel, Jacob, and Adam loved their sister, but thought her stubborn for what she did. The other members of the clan thought her traitorous, but her brothers never stood for such an open thought. She was a young woman now. Known on the battlefield as 'the healer' she was a last resort for both friend and enemy. Especially those of the DeLune. It was known that she was a VanBuren and that you would be walking into enemy hands with asking for her aid. Things just seem to get worse over time. Almost every room was occupied with two or more bodies in desperate need of attention. Many of the maids were well versed in the healing practice and were fiercely loyal to their mistress. The Sanguine Knights, stationed as guards, were always skeptical, but that was because they were there under order of her brothers. Broken bones and the thick perfume of blood in the air. Gabriella had feasted and the color of fresh blood running through her body gave her more of a human look. Loud screams would occasionally fill the halls as bones were popped back in place or foreign object were removed from wounds.

"My Lady... there is one more." A sigh escaped her lips. As she looked through the front door. "Let me guess... a DeLune?" The you lad nodded. Explaining how he had found him none too far off. Everyone was far too busy and there was little room for another body in her vast home. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, debating with herself. "Bring them in." she dress was dotted with flecks of blood, even her wrists dawned bloody lines. "I do not need another dead person on the premises." She turned on heel and order the person to be brought to the anti chamber of her bed chambers. A lounge room one would have to go through to get to her actual bed chambers. A fireplace a few chairs and a long cushioned high back bench. She looked upon her bare arms and red clawmarks adorned her skin. A side effect of helping a werewolf. Her raven mane now cascaded freely over her shoulders and down her back. Sweat glistening upon her brow and the valley of her generous bust as she sat in a chair awaiting the person to be brought in. No one knowing who any of these people were. Today she had worn herself thin. Sun up was none too far and despite the fresh meal, she was still rather drained. One more person. Just one more.
 
All his life Seth had been lectured about the conflict between his family, the DeLune's, and the VanBuran household, training for the day when he would have to lead his people but it had all seemed so far off. His childhood was full of such things, lessons on combat and tactics, vague stories that always ended with the death of his ancestors at the hands of a VanBuran, and constant warning about what they did to his kind. It had always been so far away from him and if anything he believed it to be some minor conflict, one he wasn't a part of. That quickly changed when he came of age, his joyful young becoming nothing more than a delusion of better days when ignorance kept him blissful and happy. The truth of it all was horrible, constant killing and the death of loved ones at the hands of the enemy household, his Werewolf brethren being cut down for nothing more than living by the VanBuran household. He was raised being told that they had done nothing, that the VanBuran's used falsehoods to excuse their wretched actions and to bring death to the DeLune family.

The constant warring cost many of his loved ones their lives, many of his childhood friends and even his brother had fallen to Vampire blades. The loss of family and friends hardened the once kind heart within him and when his father became injured he arose as a leader to his people, quickly making a name for himself on the battlefield and cutting his way through any VanBuran who stood in his way. Seth's inexperience turned to recklessness though and before long he was charging headfirst into the enemy ranks, slaughtering his enemies but each time seeming to come closer and closer to death as if he cared not for his own life. It was simply what happened when a Werewolf let their emotion control them, they became more powerful than ever but lost all sensibility in the process and no matter how strong willed or how intelligent they may be it would spiral out of control. Seth was no exception, as his troops did battle with the VanBuran he often found himself out away from the troops and fighting against many opponents at once.

That was the situation he found himself in on the most recent skirmish, surrounded by five members of the VanBuran forces and behind their main lines without proper support. His rage had already taken over so their was no stopping him as he let out a ferocious snarl and leaped forward, slashing at the first soldier and cutting through him as if he wasn't even wearing armor, his limp body falling to the ground. He could smell the fear on the other soldiers around him, each of them shocked by the sight they had just witnessed, unable to look away from their fallen comrade. That was until his quick movement caught their attention, another of the men going down before they could react. Fear slowed the reflexes and as long as he had that he could destroy them. Unfortunately being behind enemy lines gave them reinforcements and although the initial group seemed frozen in place as more veteran soldiers filled in the gaps of the circle around him they found their courage again, moving as one like the vampires trained to do, each of the striking out in perfect unison. The initial wave of attacks did little more than scratch Seth but as he continued to slash and stab into the group his body compiled wounds, the silver of their blades weakening his body.

It was in that moment one of them pierced his chest, the blade sliding through the thick plate armor on his back and coming out of his left pectoral. The Werewolf stopped in his tracks, the mind unable to process why his body was suddenly drained of everything and why he seemed so powerless. It was only when his head drooped down and he spotted the blade that it registered, that he felt mortal for the first time since his rage began to build, since his brother had died. By then the male couldn't hear and his vision was blurring, the last sight was of all the vampires once circling him running off after other enemies and of the sword disappearing back the way it came. That is when the battle ceased for Seth and he simply had images running through his head, strange ones at that of a young girl giggling and running alongside him and he couldn't help but think she was leading him to the afterlife, believing his heart to be pierced and his life to be over. Unknown to him the battle raged on, the sight of their leader dropping on the battlefield caused frenzy among the DeLune ranks and while the VanBuran troops outnumbered them they were quickly driven back by the enraged men.

It didn't end quickly though and by the end the battlefield was littered with corpses from Vampire to Werewolf and sifting through the bodies for their leader became difficult. After hours of searching the risk of VanBuran reinforcements was too high and they had to pull back, leaving a presumed dead Seth on the battlefield. It was a Vampire who eventually discovered his body, shallow breathing being picked up by the sharp hearing of the vampire. Luckily for the young Werewolf it was not one of the soldiers but instead a servant of Lady Gabriella VanBuran. Soon enough he was picked up and dragged off the bloody field, taken to the nearby keep, his unconscious body brought inside and after receiving permission from the Lady was brought to the Anti-Chamber by two of her servants.

He was a strange looking Werewolf on all accounts, he had a rather handsome build about him and a hairless face, not even stubble from a beard as was odd for any of his kind. His hair, though quite stained by blood, was dark brown. As with most of his kind his body had a good deal of muscle and a toned look to it that suggested great power as opposed to the more slender build of a Vampire, and while the Vampires skin was pale or fair his was rather tanned to suggest long days under the sun. The large male, standing nearly 6'2", was soon put in front of Gabriella by the two smaller servants so she could examine him. His body contained many visible wounds and some underneath the armor that adorned his body, though it was obvious one was greater than the other, the large gaping wound in his chest which due to the silver in the blades had yet to begin healing, causing a rather constant flow of blood to seep forth, if something wasn't done soon he would die, no matter how strong he was.
 
The Knights were off checking on their brethren and busy guarding the rooms that housed their healing enemies. Taking great care that war did not erupt within the very walls that housed their mistress. When the double doors of her anti chambers were opened she stood and a petite hand covered her small gasp. He was tall and barely conscious. The wound upon his chest caught her attention first a foremost. "Lay him there, now." A hand gestured to the cushioned sofa. "Strip him of his armor, bring me some supplies, and kept the guards out of here. They are already getting antsy as is. Close the door behind you." She said softly. The servants going to task as she had ordered. The heat of the flames beneath the mantle licked at what little exposed flesh she had. Her shadow dancing against the back wall as she watched as more wounds were revealed. A basin arrived with a rag. Linen wraps, and various bottles containing tonics, and salves. "Thank you. You may leave now." She sighed only to have a short portly woman approach, but M' Lady what if he tried to attack you?" You could hear the concern in her voice and the look upon the other faces told her that they all thought the same thing.

Gabriella could only smile. "He is almost dead and it will probably take a while before he can even feed himself Agatha. I promise you. I will be fine, just do not tell the Knights, lest my brothers be told and come knocking on our door." The servants knew it was pointless to argue with there mistress. While she was never one to yell, it was always hard to argue with someone with such a heart. She heard the door close and sat upon her knees at the male's side, observing his wounds once more. "What did you do?" She whispered to the seemingly unconscious male as though he could actually hear her. His chest was exposed, as was the gaping wound that went clear through. He was still breathing though and she went to work on his wound. Cleaning up the area carefully, applying a salve that contained a secret ingredient, and wrapping it tight. She had to ask for another set of hands for this task. She had to re wrap his wound several times due to his heavy bleeding and even through those he had yet to wake up, but he was still breathing. His chest was clean and any broken bones her had, she would not know of until he woke.

She had a few conversations with him. Even to an unconscious being she was still 'Gabby'. By the next evening she had been asleep for a few hours in a chair. Lips slightly parted as she breath and a her fair complexion returning as her body used up her last meal. Chest rising and falling with each breath. The bouquet of the wolf blood still wafting in the air as the fire dies down over time. Just barely casting a glow. By now the Knights stood outside of their Lady's door. The servants were feeding both vampire and werewolf alike. Agatha making something for her mistress and hiding something for the Lycan beneath the try. As far as the portly old woman was concerned she didn't trust the knights as far as she could throw them. Long raven locks framed Gabriella's sleeping face as the discomfort of the chair was beginning to win the fight over her need for sleep and want for comfort. her slumbering mind completely void of the thought that the leader of her enemy occupied the same room. And here she was sleeping in a nearby chair. A moment where her brothers would have been right. Then again the more movement the werewolf made, the more he would bleed, making it difficult for the wound to heal. That is... if he managed to even live another day.
 
His head was full of odd images but out of all the horrific memories and dreams filling his head only a few occurred more than others. First he continued to see the battles in which he lost friends, each one vivid and as painful to remember as the time they happened, his brother, his friends, and the battle which his father became so severely injured. One memory reigned over the rest though and that was some strange girl and it seemed to be one of the only happy things floating through his mind, the girls smile as they ran around together pulling him back from the brink and bringing life to his cold body. Among all the horrible memories that made him want to give up this one made him want to pull through, made him come back a bit. It was hours before he came to and while he was still hazy on where he was it was obvious he was not still on the battlefield nor was he in a Werewolf camp and unless he had been out for a week he was not in one of their villages. He didn't try to move at first, instead he tried to focus his eyes and it was no easy feat, the energy was so sapped that even opening his eyes seemed tiresome and it was obvious he was near death.

As his faculties began to come to he began to see the stone of a Keeps ceiling and soon enough he could smell it all, the blood of his kin but it was strange as if mixed with something. After a moment his mind processed the extra smell and that was she his eyes popped open, the smell of Vampiric blood, disgusting. Something didn't happen though, unlike he had been recently the smell of blood and the thought of the Vampires didn't send him into a frenzy, whether or not that was due to his injuries or another matter he was not quite sure. He wanted to find out though but as he tried to sit up his body was wracked with pain and although he got a few inches off the surface he had to lay back down quickly before it got even worse and although he let out a small grunt of pain, nothing compared to what he felt but he couldn't keep it down completely. His movement also seemed to have ripped open the wound a bit and a small bit of blood was starting to seep through the bandage on his chest.

The usually powerful Seth didn't like the current feeling of weakness and even raising his hand to feel the bandage on his chest was difficult, not to mention painful even though he barely grazed the area. His entire body was in pain but his chest overrode them all and without being able to move he didn't know what to do save try and remain still until he figured out what was going on. He could turn his head though and he began to look around and with his vision back he could now see what was going on around him. The first thing he realized whose keep he was in, not in specific but it was obviously a Vampiric keep, the things inside not the kind of stuff his people would have. When he turned his head to the other side he finally spotted another person, a beautiful woman sitting near him asleep, her breath low proving it was no ruse. Beautiful or not he could tell immediately that she was a Vampire and if he could he would have ripped her throat open but unfortunately he was unable to sit up or make a fist, it was impossible. His first thought was he was a prisoner, it was an unusual place for them to keep such a high ranking DeLune but in his condition one female attending him was plenty. He simply snarled to himself and looked back up at the roof and taking deep breaths to try and calm himself.
 
Gabriella was roused out of her light slumber by a noise and a grunt. Her mind slowly came to, putting the pieces together. "You will die if you move." She whispered softly. Yawning and covering her mouth before a fan of lashes lifted as she opened her eyes. A soft sigh escaped her her lips at the sight of blood seeping past his linen bandages. She stood up and grabbed the basin once more. Soaking new bandages in the tonic and preparing them before she sat on her knees at his side once more. "You were pierced through and through. You've lost so much blood it's a wonder you're still alive. Now... we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. I re-wrap your bandages for the eighth time, or you can try and drag yourself back out onto that battlefield and maybe you'll actually accomplish getting killed this time." She was a little flustered. One, she hadn't eaten yet. Two, she was rather uncomfortable having fallen asleep in that chair, and three.... he was a DeLune. She was no fool, she would not touch him just yet. "You are confused and have no idea exactly where you are." She spoke aloud, still preparing the supplies, not looking him in the eyes. "You are at my home. You and several of your kin.... as well as my own injured kin. We do not aim to kill here, so keep your temper to yourself. Otherwise, go ahead and try... and you will die. " Her voice was casual and calm, like she had spoken this before to countless other soldiers, which is what she assumed he was. A simple soldier. Not the leader of her enemies.

"My name is Gabriella. Gabriella.... VanBuren." He was far too weak to lash out at her, and so the bold move of admitting her title was no mistake. "Trust me if I wanted you dead I could have left you where you were, I am sure you would have died of blood loss by now, laying cold and lifeless amongst the other bodies that litter the battlefield. " Again Gabriella went on chattering. Not even giving him a chance to speak. "You are not being held hostage and as I said before, unless you somehow missed it, you are free to leave. However..." She looked at him with as small sigh as she held the bandages in her hands. "You can hardly sit up, let alone walk. Am I right?" There was no need for an answer. "Your weapons are in the corner, along with your armor." She stood up to retrieve the tray of food that Agatha had no doubt slipped in while she was sleeping. A goblet of blood and a bowl of ... porridge, a tankard of water, and a small loaf of bread. All of which she carefully brought over. The fabric of her gown clinging to the subtle curves of her body and flowing from her waist, hiding her shapely legs and petite bare feet. The light blue gown still dotted with flecks of blood.

"Now... will you let me re wrap your bandages? And you have to eat or you're not going to get any better. Eat.... or I will shove this down your gullet. Your choice. A smile tugged at the corner of her pink lips. Probably because she was imagining going through with the idle threat of shoving bread down his gullet. Something she could never realistically do. But it certainly painted an interesting picture.
 
Seth heard the voice of the female Vampire in the room with him and her warning still didn't help much, he had already figured out his wounds had yet to heal and in any situation not being able to move made it all the more clear. Now that didn't mean he trusted the woman but whatever her real reason for patching him up, whether it was truly just out of kindness or to get him ready for future torture he did know she was keeping him alive, he was not stupid enough to think otherwise. Upon hearing her name his eyes narrowed though, the small bit of acceptance disappearing instantly and he was convinced her words had been lies. Regardless he was in no position to attack the woman even if she was a VanBuran, though he wished nothing more than to rip one of those bastards into pieces, woman or not. Still he needed to be treated so he took a deep breath and spoke, his voice heavily laden with pain and exhaustion, "Go ahead and bandage me then, I will be careful not to ruin your work again..." With that he let his head rest for another moment trying to sort everything she had just told him in his head. It was possibly the worst situation he could be in, hurt to the point of being unable to protect himself, in the care of a VanBuran, and worst of all unsure of what was to come.

"Tell me VanBuran... Why would you help someone your family wants nothing more than to kill? Will they not be mad at your decision or are you only healing me so one of your wretched brothers can have a go at me when I have the strength not to die?" The hatred for her family was obvious in his voice and just saying the family name he wanted to spit but he kept himself under control if only to keep himself alive, self-preservation not being greater than his pride but overriding being too idiotic and that included refusing food when he needed it. So without saying anything about it or her remark he reached over and dragged the water over and attempted to drink it, though about a forth of it spilled as he couldn't even sit up to drink it. Even the bit he got was welcomed though, the injured male needing as much as he could get. He sat the cup containing the water down after chugging it down, taking a few deep breaths and finally wetting his mouth again which was nice considering it had been quite dry. He grabbed the porridge next wanting to eat it while it had some sort of heat left and began to eat it, slower than he drank the water but he was quite hungry and his body needed food of some sort.

He ate a good bit of it before sitting it back down, although doing so was a bit difficult as his grip was still weak. He took a minute to get his breath again and making sure to swallow it without choking, his laying position making it difficult to drink or eat. After a moment he turned to the VanBuran. His eyes were still narrow and his voice was still a bit angry but he tried to keep calm and not continue eating before allowing her to bandage him up, knowing his hunger and thirst had stopped her from doing what needed to be done for the past few minutes. Unfortunately he wasn't about to thank or ask her kindly so he came off a bit rude, "Could you stop the bleeding now..." As he waited for her to apply the new bandage he sniffed the air again, the smell of foreign blood fresh in the room and he shook his head a bit thinking it disgusting. It was a rare thing but he had seen the monsters drink portable portions to gain strength in battle. The only thing he could be thankful for was that drinking werewolf blood tasted rancid to them and didn't nourish the body, it stopped them from feasting on his men.
 
His question only made the corner of her lax lips tug into a half a smile. "As tempting as that sounds...." Speaking of the idea of her brother having his way with the cocky beast, "I tire of all of this useless bloodshed. My entire family thinks me traitorous, or at least on the border. My brothers, however, think me only naive and allow their sister to do as she wishes, thinking it makes no dent in their advancement to killing off your kin. No one even remembers what we fight for. A tale only spun to make the other look the victim of those of another species." She sighed and was tempted to help him eat, but decided against. Almost forgetting that he was not of her kin. She could see the distrust in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Yet, she cared not. All seemed to distrust her. On both sides. Watching as he ate, she was surprised he could even lift the tankard of water in the first place. He was due more credit than she thought. "Look at me... my father slain by your kin and here I sit helping you. The actions of one does not define the actions of all. But, like many others before you, both vampire and werewolf alike, that means nothing to you so I will just stop wasting my breath." The small smile quickly vanished as he requested in his own manner that she bandage him. The blood already running down his bare chest. the stench was vile, but she had grown somewhat use to it by now. To a tolerable degree.

She ripped the bandages with ease and discarded the blood soaked linens. The wound had made the slightest bit of a recovery and that was a good sign. Still he would have to keep his movements from a minimum and she did not really have anything for his pain. The soft tips of a finger covered in an oily substance glided around the wound, keeping infections from forming. Then he was bandaged once more. All was cleaned and she stood up on her feet and walked off to her bedchambers and came back with a small pillow. "Sit up." She plainly ordered and shoved the small pillow behind his back to make him more comfortable. In discomfort he could be tempted to move, opening his wound again. Plain and simple. Slender fingers raked through her long tendrils as she grabbed the goblet and sipped on its contents, walking over to her bedchambers to clean up and change her attire. About thirty minutes later, the goblet was empty and she dawned a simpler gown of red with a heart shaped bust line and her shoulders exposed for all to see. Hair left to freely fall, as she preferred and there was not too much of the garb to hinder her movement.

Back into the ante chamber she walked. "My guards do not know you are in here. My servants do. If the knight have the slightest inkling that there is a lycan in my room, my brothers will be here in a heart beat. I am not too fond of their visits. Now.. I will be back shortly. I have other people to see, hopefully all survived the night." The last part was more for herself than him. She slipped out of the thick double doors with a smile and a nod to the guards and walked down the hall. Agatha reported all being well save for one of their own. Even forcing blood on him was not enough to save the poor man's life. It was a better turn out than usual. After getting updates on the status of the battlefield, she was surprised to hear that nothing was happening. The Sanguine Knights had no word of the lycans. This was odd. Apparently something happened last night, but she was sure this was not the end of the war. Back to her bed chambers she walked, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door in thought. "Not the slightest word from your kin. Normally I would be elated, but this... this is not good. As much as I would love to see the end of this all.... something isn't right." She took a seat upon a chair before the fire, not really speaking to him.
 
It wasn't as if he hadn't heard stories of the woman near him treating both races for seemingly no reason. Seth had simply believed she did so for her own entertainment to stir up trouble but if her words were true, which he still did not believe, then she was nothing more than a semi-neutral party in the war who wanted a lack of bloodshed if not peace. It was a rather sour thought to the Werewolf, having to make peace with those who had slaughtered so many of his kind, he would rather die an honorable death fighting than live such a distasteful life with such dishonorable scum. Even the beauty and exterior kindness being showed by a VanBuran didn't swat his thinking, even if she was simply healing him up to send him on his way it didn't matter, she was but one person and you could not put faith in many because of the actions of a few. Hearing her speak of her father did grab his attention though, the lecturing pointless but her father, he had been a true warrior and one of the few at that he could find an ounce of respect for. The man had fought with his troops and died without even trying to retreat, a warrior through and through regardless of his species as she said. "Your father was a strong warrior and he died honorably, you should be proud... My brother and father were not granted the same fate, my brother was cut down while trying to protect one of our outlying villages and my father was crippled to the point of being unable to fight and barely able to walk. Neither of them were allowed the honor they deserved."

Seth didn't cry or show much emotion but his sheer lack of tone gave the feeling of sadness to what he said and as he stared up at the roof he couldn't help but think about all the others again, his friends who had died by his side and others who had simply gone to battle and never came back, it was hard to bare. He barely noticed as Gabriella bandaged his wound again, although afterwards when she brought him the pillow he admired her skillful work, no doubt she had been doing such things for quite a time to become so efficient. The pillow was a pleasant touch, a bit of comfort in such a situation welcomed and as she walked away he followed her with his eyes, letting himself forget the situation for but a moment, allowing himself to admire the visage before him, the beautiful woman in the red dress with the raven hair. The illusion didn't last long, as she spoke his mind came out of its fog and he nodded as she warned him of the situation and as pleased as he was to know her guards knew not of his presence it also meant he would have to be quiet to avoid being detected. That was also the first time he considered the possibility that she was clueless as to who he was, that perhaps she only knew he was a Lycan and not the older DeLune heir.

Even as she left he considered the though, staring up at the ceiling with a rather odd smile adorned to his face, if she didn't know who she was treating that could be the reason he wasn't already dead. He wondered if the so called help giver would have been so kind and caring with the last viable leader of her families most hated enemy, he wasn't so sure but it would be interesting to find out. When Gabriella returned to the room it seemed she had become somewhat aware of the situation, the Lycan forces had retreated to regroup and figure out what to do, sure they still had generals and distant DeLune relatives to fill in but without a true leader they were going to be busy arguing over leadership and a course of action. Besides, his only remaining brother was merely seven, he still had a long time until he could lead and with his fathers condition it was hopeless. Seth laughed from his position as she sat in the chair near him, tilting his head to look at Gabriella. "They are in disarray isn't it obvious. The oldest of the DeLune's is injured beyond recovery, his older heir is dead, and his middle child is assumed dead, though he might as well be since he is laying in a VanBuran keep unable to move..." Seth continued to laugh a bit until it turned to coughing and he stopped in the middle, calming himself down before sighing, "Funny isn't it..."
 
The werewolf's words were hard to take. To believe such sympathetic words towards her father, a VanBuran, would ever emerge from the lips of a DeLune. This war had effect so many. Even the humans had been dragged into this, with very little knowledge. Gabby heard the sorrow in his tone. For the longest time she thought the DeLunes to be emotionless, save for their rage. With the exception of one. Growing up was bound to rob anyone of the innocent and untainted view that children were known for. The one moment of peace she could actually remember. She remembered telling him with a fit of laughter that he smelled like wet dog, only to be splashed with water and chased down the edge of the river. What she would not give for more simpler times. Her thoughts were broken at the sound of the Lycan's laughter. As her eyes turned from the sight of the flames to his weakened warrior like physic as he spoke. It was obvious that something had happened. She knew of the death of the oldest heir of the Lycans. it was an onslaught that still plagued her dreams. Nothing thus far had been news to her except about the middle heir. At first his little hint did not register, but it struck as he was laughing and the dead organ known as her heart sunk. He was a DeLune. The Delune. "Stop your laughing or you will die, and I am not referring to your wound this time." S he stood up from the chair having to take a deep breath. The air rancid with the scent of his blood.

She needed a moment to herself. Her mind was swimming with countless thoughts. Many with horrid and heinous results. Already she could see her brother's arrival and discovering her guest. That thought frightened her more than the idea of the Lycans taking her home by force. She emerged from the bed chamber, still disgusted at the thought of who currently occupied her sofa. She poured a cup of water and sat it at his side. Arms crossed as green orbs looked down upon him and then observed his bandages. "I see nothing funny about this. I have put my people at risk to help you. With this, my family will think that I have truly betrayed them. Even my brothers." The frustration and weight of the news was crashing down hard upon her shoulders. She couldn't kill another being even if her life depended on it. Yeah, in instinct she could slaughter someone, if put in a split second situation. Nice or not, she was still a pure blooded VanBuran. Oh if looks could kill. "After you... I'm done. I can no longer help your kind any longer. Perhaps if I am lucky, both sides will die out. But the sooner you are gone, the better. I usually do not care what people do when they leave my home, but knowing that you are just going to go back out there and aim for my family's life? I might as well be wielding the blade myself." She paced before the fireplace. Her thoughts were frantic and scattered.

"Do you know the advantages you have right now? You are in the heart of a VanBuran home and here you sit laughing. Your family is looking for you. I doubt it will be long before they are knocking down my door. My brother's will know something is amiss and send someone to check on me. Why could I just not have let you die?" She spoke out loud with a groan before sitting in the high back chair with a sigh of defeat. Her pretty little head throbbing from this important news. "What is done, is done. More importantly, you can not be seen here. No one enters my chambers without my permission, not even my brothers." Yes, even after the news she wasn't going to be the reason for his death. DeLune or not. A knock sounded from her door and a small gasp was sucked in. "Who is it?" She immediately responded, standing on her feet. "Agatha, M'Lady." A sigh of relief was granted. "Enter." The portly little lady cautiously granted herself admittance and approached her mistress. "How does he fair M'Lady?" She looked at him and shook her head ever so slightly. "He is alive. I just need him healed and out of her as soon as possible." Agatha nodded her head, "We shall have hi moved to anot-" "No! No, Agatha, he can not be moved. He is in no condition to be moved and his wounds have yet to even seal themselves up. He's lost enough blood as is." She was not going to tell anyone who she harbored within her own home. Agatha would throw a tantrum if she knew. "Just... bring me some food for him and another goblet for myself. Tell the guards I am trying to catch up on relaxing and if they have anything to report, to tell you." Agatha was a tad suspicious of her Lady's behavior, but left to do Gabriella's bidding. The only female heir of the VanBuran family sat upon the chair once more.

"A VanBuran heir and a DeLune heir in the same room and not a drop of blood shed. What am I going to do with you?" It was an honest question. She had not the slightest clue. "I can not kill you. Nor do I condone bloodshed within my home. I will not be responsible for the loss of a life, even if it is yours." He was easy on the eyes, otherwise the reminder of his last name made her want to look away. "Why should I even keep you alive? Then again I highly doubt that this war would end with your death." Right now she just wished to crawl beneath the warm covers of her bed and close her eyes for a decade or so.
 
It was interesting to hear a death threat from one of the VanBuran household, unfortunately it didn't seem like she had the ability to follow through with such a threat and she knew it. The real question was if she would be calling her brothers to take care of the evil DeLune in her care or if she would stick with the kind and caring routine and continue to patch the one man still left capable of leader the Vampires greatest enemy. Of course whatever happened he was in no shape to do anything, he knew that. Gabriella seemed to make her decision soon enough though and she insinuated that while she could no longer help his people that she wasn't going to give him up to her brothers or the Vampiric army. Seth raised an eyebrow and looked up at her, a bit speechless that she wouldn't give him up even after hearing who he was and while it could still be a lie her shock had been genuine, his identity had caught her off guard. "That is exactly what I find so funny, without me my people would struggle among themselves for power and they would each be crushed one by one or even if the Vampires didn't take advantage of the confusion enough of them would die or split off that we would be crippled. So you saving me has saved my people from near genocide one way or another."

A small smile had risen on Seth's lips, he wasn't trying to make her feel bad but it was the truth, the fate of the DeLune's and their people had been saved by a VanBuran and while it may never come to light it was certainly an interesting fact. She didn't stop talking though, her incessant talking felt nostalgic almost and as she continued he couldn't believe how wrong she was about his so called advantages. "Slow down and stop gabbing... I have no advantages right now. First of all I may be in the heart of your home but I can barely eat or drink, much less move. Besides I am no damn beast I wouldn't dare kill the person who saved my life, even if you are a VanBuran my honor would not allow it. Besides over one-hundred of my soldiers watched a silver blade pierce my heart, they will not be searching for me but instead the soldiers will stay back as the elders argue over the next clan leader." The VanBuran was frantic though and he didn't quite understand it, very few people could identify him, only a few ever survived a battle with him and if nobody entered her room without permission it seemed like if someone found out it was her fault, he wasn't about to scream and reveal his identity to a castle full of his enemy. Perhaps she simply liked to talk, it could be a comfort for some. The servant came in and out again and while she kept herself from blurting it out at the same time she acted oddly suspicious bringing another rough chuckle from Seth, "If you do not try and act normally someone will find out and both of us will be in dire trouble." Yes she could be branded a traitor if people thought she knew but at the same time he would be tortured until he finally died and that did not sound fun to him, it was a fate he wished to avoid.

The irony of their situation wasn't lost on his though, it wasn't just a Vampire and Lycan together but a VanBuran and DeLune, it was to the point of taboo and quite honestly if he told this story to others back home nobody would believe him, the mere fact that knowing who she was didn't trigger a rage was miracle enough. "Do you want to hear the truth about what you should do with me? You should kill me, that is just how it is, kill me or let me die. Not that I wish it but if you are so worried about what may happen it is your only option. You could even dump me back on the battlefield and avoid seeing it happen, that way you can believe it wasn't your fault. If you do that your people will be able to overpower mine and you can rejoice knowing you have eliminate the only leader ready for battle from the direct DeLune bloodline. Sure my little brother will grow up with the knowledge that your people slaughtered his family and then it will come back around but at least you will get a few years to cripple and slaughter my kind..." Another pitiful laugh escaped as he looked at the ceiling, his elder brother had been killed in a village raid with innocents and chances were he would die after being tortured and perhaps even used as an example, it was no wonder nobody could stop fighting, they all lost loved ones to the other faction and it was an endless chain of hate and bloodshed.
 
Was she truly that transparent? Even the Lycan, who knew little to nothing about her knew the distress she was feeling. His points only made matters worse, at first. She poked a finger at his bandaged wound, aiming to bring him a little pain. "You are truly and idiot or there was more damage done to your head than I realized. I want neither side dead. Nor would I rejoice in your death. I do not rejoice in anyone's death." Her fears were slightly ailed as he spoke contrary of her belief that her home would be raided by lycans. She listened to his thoughts on what she should do with him and instantly she refused. "It would only delay more bloodshed. I want a cease to all of this madness. I have not ventured into the night in centuries." She sat upon the floor at the side of the sofa. Her fingers fiddling with his bandages that seemed to loosen. "You will not die in my care, so just end all theories starting with that scenario." A yawn escaped her lips. Again she was more than ready to fall asleep in the warm confined of her bed. Agatha knocked and entered at Gabriella's behest and set the food upon the table. Lady VanBuran walked over to the double doors and barred them. The food placed upon a table easily accessible to him.

He was the leader of the Lycans and here she was healing him. "I can not believe you have to time to find humor in all of this." It was a sigh. Not a trace of anger or sorrow, just confusion. She grabbed the basin and few more linen wraps and brought them next to the sofa. "This is going to hurt, but I need you to sit up. I have to redo the bandages on your back. To be pierced through and through and live to tell the tale. Clearly someone decided it was not your time yet." He could eat when she was done, but he had long since bled through the bandages on his back, but the pressure of him laying down was aiding in stopping the loss of blood. She even wet and rag and rung the water from it over his head to get his tendrils damp and get some of the blood out of his mane. "Sorry, the stench of your blood is potent, and the more I get off of you, the better." She cracked half a smile. "I'd rather the stench of wet dog than lycan blood." She took his hand in hers and aided in him sitting up. She could only imagine how much pain he would be in moving so much, but this would probably be the last time she needed to patch his back up.

She sat behind him and carefully used her fingers to pull the linen off. "Your back is going better than the front." She cleaned off the remnants of blood with a damp rag. From the nap of his neck and down to the entry. Taking great care not to make matters worse. "So, what are you plans for when you are better? And remember who is patching you up when you answer." You could hear the half smile upon her lips as she spoke from behind him, placing layer after layer of bandage upon his back. By now he knew that she could truly do no harm, so her threats were hollow, but still they vented some steam.
 
The poke at his wound wasn't terribly painful but his body was trying to numb the area so the simple fact that he could still feel it was surprising and told a good deal about the dangerous nature of the injury. The male did not laugh as she continued on he was just forced to listen as she made her case, saying she didn't want bloodshed and sounding nothing like the other VanBuran heirs. His thoughts that she was lying to him had gradually begun to dissipate as she was either the most talented liar he had ever met or, as he believed, a rather kind if not talkative person. Not that his belief gave him tolerance, he began to grow tired of her talking but at the same time found himself powerless to yell at her, as the only reason he still lived was due to her intervention. There was a slight pause when food was brought into the room and Seth eyed it hungrily, his current condition causing him to want more food than ever. He was about to reach out for it when Gabriella began speaking again. "I find humor in it because this situation is quite unbelievable, not because I think it to be funny in a jovial sense..."

He resumed reaching for his food when she yet again let her voice out, this time telling him to eat after she redid the back bandages. Not that he wasn't grateful but he let out a loud huff before sitting up and looking over at her and sighing, "Alright then please do it quickly, I am quite hungry and would love to eat while I have the strength to do so." He was not worried about the pain, if anything he knew how to deal with that particular feeling though as she began to damper his hair with water he grit his teeth in annoyance and in a moment of childish impulse, something he hadn't done in a very long time, reached down and splashed some of the water onto Gabriella, a smirk on his lips as his eyes met hers, his brilliant green eyes filled with a playful spirit that almost came upon him unnaturally. He was struck by the same feeling of nostalgia he had come by earlier, as he looked at her face and the impulse taken its course there was something bothering him. For a moment longer it eluded him and for the entire time he found himself staring as she began cleaning his wound, not bothering to hide his gazing eyes from her.

As she continued he began to recall the dream he had, or memory if it was something that had really happened, the little girl looked much like the woman tending to him, her features different but traces of the young girl in her. Not that Vampires differed too majorly in appearance, all were rather slender and paler than the average person but even then there was something about her that reminded him of the girl in his memories. He was only snapped back to attention by her voice posing another question, this time he turned away and laughed to himself again before answering, quickly brushing off the possibility of them having met before. "I suppose I will go back home and finish recovering, try to stop my people from going at each others throats and make sure there are no openings for your kind to slaughter us while we are disorganized." Seth answered honestly, he found no point in lying to her because whether she believed it or not her people killed innocents and soldiers alike, not that it didn't go both ways but his brother had refused to do it and so had Seth. Besides, they had but one direct leader of age and that was him, they were no doubt already in disarray and the faster he returned the better.
 
The splashing had her smiling with a gasp for a moment. "Very mature. I find it hard to believe that you are the leader of your kind." It was the first time she had dawned a full smile in a while. Teeth as white and bright as the moon itself. her smile grew lax as she went about fixing up his wound dressings. Listening as he spoke of his future plans when he was no longer a guest within the walls of a VanBuran home. His answer was honest and truthful. It was almost reassuring. "You know.... as a leader... you do play a big part in all of this. What if I were the leader of the Sanguine Knights and head of the VanBuran family?" She quizzed. The title of being head of the family was far from her reach, nor was it something that she desperately sought. She found no happiness in power and it would remain that way. She patched up his wound and placed the pillow where it once was so that he could sit up. She moved and handed the cup of water over to him and pulled the table closer, for easier access to his food. "There, now you may eat." Slender fingers fiddled with the red long gem that lay nestled in the valley of her busy. A gift from her father.

She sat in the high back chair once more. Emerald eyes staring into the dancing flames beneath the mantle. Almost hypnotized by the beautiful sight, unable to rip her eyes away as she sat in idle thought before speaking once more. "I think we can both agree, that the sooner you are gone... the better." Her eyes remained fixed upon the fire, almost in a trance like state. Her voice hinted at the slightest bit of disappointment at her own words. Why could peace like this be everywhere? This moment would be a lost memory and tale that no one would believe in. A VanBuran and a DeLure, speaking casually to one another. "I use to believe in fairy tales, DeLune, I wish I still could." She took in a deep breath.Her eyes finally ungluing from the sight beneath the mantle. "If you will excuse me." She said politely before unbarring the door and leaving once more to check on the fallen knights she housed. Several of the lycans had left of their own free will. Some of her own kin lingered and some left to one of her brother's abodes. Almost all the rooms were empty for once, and if what the werewolf leader said was true, it would be a little while before she was needed to house a fallen being. She downed a goblet of blood and headed back upstairs and into her chambers once more.

Gently closing the door behind her. In silence she walked over to the side of the fireplace and opened up a shuttered window. The moon shining brightly through the small window. Stars blanketing the sky. She leaned on the window sill and just idly looked out of the window. The forest edge lined the border of her land. A place of retreat before the war moved her way. Her back turned to the werewolf. Her mind reliving dreams she always recalled. Running through the forests barefoot, with the light of the moon peeking through the canopy. Hanging her feet in the water with a young boy splashing her. Chasing one another through the woods only to fall to the ground in a fit of laughter. She often got lost in her own thoughts, but then again she did not normally have another being occupying her ante chamber. A knock upon the door broke her thoughts and with a reluctant sigh she wandered over to the door and opened it up, only for a guard to hand her a roll of parchment. She thanked him and closed the door behind her, locking it soon after. Green orbs glanced at the red seal and once more she felt the sensation of her heart sinking. The seal was removed and the parchment unrolled as she red the writing. "Oh my goodness... Gabriel is arriving in two days time." She was both happy and frightened. More frightened though. Again her anxiety flared up a bit and she trapped her lower lip between her teeth. Fangs scraping along the flesh as it slowly slid out. "This night is not my night." She sighed. A cupboard was opened up in a far corner and she took out a cup and poured something in it. Clearly not blood. she took a sip of it and the liquid fire coursed down her throat and she felt it throughout her body. Handing over the tin cup to the DeLune upon the sofa. "You're welcome." She sat back in the chair and closed her eyes to relax for a moment. Trying to calm herself down.
 
"It is understanding that you find it hard to believe that I am the leader... It was never meant to be that way. My brother was the true head of our house, his strength and compassion inspired out people to follow him in hopes of making it so that one day we weren't hunter down like dogs by your people..." There were mixed parts hatred and sadness in his voice and he had not forgotten that next to him sat a vampire, the woman being different than most but still part of the wretched race. That was why it was all the harder when he looked at her, the beautiful face and all so familiar smile, it was as if he had gone crazy, his mind foggy as he tried to deny any resemblance to the girl long ago. "If you were the leader of you people I believe nothing would change. There are certain beliefs that each side have, we believe your people to be murderous monsters and you believe us to be savage beasts. That would not change simply because you wish it to. Hell I believe few wish for the fighting but with such a deep history is paired with constant aggression it is hard to actually act upon those subtle urges. Right now for example, I have accepted you will not kill me and you do not seem to be as full of hate towards my kind as most but at the same time we both deep within believe the others race to be treacherous and untrustworthy. Of course you may not believe that but you would be the first."

Seth had not laughed that time, he knew that while he would love to live a normal life and have the lost loved ones returned to him that some things could never be. It was sad to think one action so many years ago had caused the current chain of events, two groups of people fighting each other and just making the wound so much deeper, each generation being sucked in by their parents and elders and eventually receiving enough pain to want the war for themselves. It was an unbreakable cycle, a strong foundation with stacks of transgressions piled on top. It was funny, truthfully nobody knew what happened all that time ago but the rage was fueled for each side as they believed the other started it and they would not give up. When Gabriella finished patching him up Seth sighed it all off, letting the heavy thoughts leave his head in favor of a nice meal and since he was already sitting up he decided to take advantage and try to stay that way while he ate.

It was surprising how much energy it took to keep himself upright and to lift his arms to deliver the food to his mouth, but he managed and it felt satisfying to see even that bit of progress. It was lucky for him that Lycan's healed so quickly, their body recovering usually in hours, although with his wound it would take much longer, especially with the blade having been silver as well. No doubt he would have to endure it for days if not a week or more and at least three of those being extremely rough. "Yes, fairy tales are not realistic, such is life. You grow up in a fantasy world as if nothing could go wrong and then one day you awake to a world you barely even recognize. I too wish I could go back to the places in my dreams, to the village I grew up in or the creek where I use to go to play... Alas those places are long gone, the creek filled with the blood of our people and the village razed to the ground long ago." A sigh came and he turned to look at Gabriella again, it seemed her talkative nature was contagious and he had spoken more than he intended to. He simply nodded when she excused herself, continuing to eat the food laid out before him and forgetting about his childish fantasies, it would never be that way again and he had accepted that.

When the Vampire returned Seth was on his back again, his eyes closed but his mind still working full force. There was so much on his mind that he didn't even hear the knock on the door but instead staying lost in thought trying to figure out exactly what was to come for him and his people. It was an impossible question to answer but it bugged him as he tried to find some conclusion to conclude upon, though as soon as he came to a conclusion another obstacle was presented to him as Gabriella mentioned her brother Gabriel and his soon to be arrival. Seth's eyes immediately opened and if he wasn't injured he would have shot up at the mention of the name. Gabriel was a heinous man, or so said the elders, speaking of the young Vampires insatiable hatred for their kind and it made him all the more aware of Gabriella's position as a bit of joy seeped through her panic. As she offered him some strong beverage he accepted but as he did he only thought of the next big problem and what he should do about it. He downed the drink and spoke in a calm manner, almost too calm for his situation, "Well if we is coming I need to try and depart before then, I suppose rest would help." He said nothing more as if reverting back a bit to before he spoke openly, sitting the cup down and getting into a comfortable position on the couch, or as much so as he could with his wounds, his eyes closing again and his mind clearing, anticipating the small bit of rest he was about to receive.
 
His reaction to the news was disturbingly calm and far from what she had expected. "No need to worry, beast boy. I have a plan. I have not tried to fool my brothers since I ran of to the woods when I was far younger, but I am still as clever as I once was. The entire keep wreaks of your kin. I have the blood of your kind and mine covering my gowns. We simply move you... some other place." He probably was not going to like the alternative area, any more than she did. However it was a small sacrifice to having her brother lounging in her ante chamber and having fun with torturing and killing the lycan leader. "However... it will also entail you walking a small distance. To...." She could not believe that these words were truly emerging from her lips. "my bed chambers, and before you spew out any stupid, idiotic, prideful nonsense... remember that there are Sanguine Knights all around my home. Even in two days time I doubt you'll be able to run." She spoke to him as though he were a child. Like the simple canine her people depicted him to be. "Like it or not he is my family and the closeness of you two is going to have me nervous beyond belief, but if you wish to stay alive, you have to go to this one thing. Not for me, but for yourself. Arguing the matter will get you no where." Eventually she stopped and rolled up the parchment and tossed it in the flames.

The light of the fire reflecting in the green pools that were her eyes as she pondered the entire thing. She already felt the tenseness building up. "If you could make it out of here alive, I would gladly have you leave, but as things stand... I doubt that will be happening. Besides, he will not be here for long. Only one night." Once more a yawn escaped her lips as the evening dragged on. "So much stress. So many things to worry about. " She closed her eyes for a moment, just to relax, as she sat in the chair. At some point she had gotten far too comfortable and dozed off. her little dream starting off as it always did. Running through the woods, laughter sounding through the air, but at some point it took a turn for the worse. A glance over her shoulder and he was gone and there was her brother Damion. Damion had him. He knew about her friend and was going to make an example of him. As tears threatened to spill down her cheeks in her dream, so did they in reality. Just as she closed her eyes to avoid the sight she woke up gasping and pressing a hand to her chest. Never before has she ever had a nightmare like that. For a few moments she forgot who else was in the room and even where she was.

"Why can't people just let me be?" She spoke to herself aloud, which would probably not be a shock to anyone who knew her. "I could have run away. I should have." It was a common statement uttered from her lips. Always wishing she had run off. Run away the very day her brothers found her in the woods. The tears were quickly blinked back before they could stain her fair cheeks. It was rare to see Gabriella cry, and she did not intend on adding to that number. Without another words she walked to her room and stripped herself of her attire and changed into an ivory sleeping gown. Modest, but it was rather flattering the way it hugged her chest and the rest of the gown flowed from there with flared sleeves. It was then that she remembered that she had to check on his front bandage and with a frustrated growl she snatched a blanket off of her bed and walked into the ante chamber, throwing it over his legs and went to work without a word. Making sure his wrappings were secure and that no blood was seeping any further. All appeared well and once the supplies were put away, the door was barred and she pulled the blankets up to his reach where he would not have to move to get them, lest he open up his wound.... again. Then into her bed chambers she walked. The cool nights were upon them and the air would seep through the cracks. She was bundled beneath her blankets with her door cracked and her eyes closed. The dark abyss was all that humbly greeted her. No nightmares and no dreams. She even fought to stay asleep, but it seem as though the fates would not give her that moment of peace she so desperately sought. Eventually she got dressed in a simple gown of forest green. Today she would have him moving a bit more. Even at the risk of his wound he could not remain in her ante chamber. By sun down she walked into the ante chamber where the enemy of her family was left when she went to sleep. She was still fighting off the slumber and yawned as she entered.
 
Seth knew he was not well enough to depart before Gabriel's arrival but he had to believe he had a chance of surviving even if he left before his injury was completely healed. Besides if what Gabriella said earlier was the truth, the Vampires hadn't figured out what happened yet and they would not be patrolling the woods beyond their own in fear of the Lycan's lying in wait. She seemed to disagree with his plan however and came up with an idiotic plan of her own. The female soon made a case that they would have to move him but not just anywhere, to her bedchambers and the idea did not sit well with Seth whatsoever, sure he owed her a great deal and surviving was an important thing for anyone but sharing the bedchambers with a VanBuran, it was beyond his tolerance level. Unfortunately she made a good point about his injury and the Sanguine Knights surrounding her home, there was a chance that such skilled Vampires would smell or hear him and hunt him down before he made it to the his peoples border, and even then if it was as bad as he believed the safety wasn't real and if the knights dared follow he would be in danger.

Seth sighed and placed his head back down before responding, "Alright, I will try and bear with it all and do as you say, just let me rest for the night and gain some strength as I am sure the next few days will be trying and I will need all the energy I can get. Hopefully that will be enough to get me out of your castle before too long..." It was slightly annoying how much she gabbed on but luckily for him she was tired as well and soon enough she dozed off, allowing him some form of peace in order to get to sleep as well and it was quickly welcomed. When he slumbered the unnerving memories danced in his head again, cycling through all of the things he had wished to forget at first but then swiftly coming back around to that one memory more vivid that ever, the little girl, he was running up behind her laughing and going on near the creek which he use to play. She was running for whatever reason laughing and giggling as he caught up and finally he pounced. This time it was different though, suddenly he was himself, grown up and looking down at none other than Gabriella who was smiling up at him, then it vanished, the entire picture just disappearing and his eyes fluttering open. He was covered by a blanket, his body warm and his wound just fine and while he wasn't sure how long he had slept a refreshed feeling enveloped him. Gabriella was no longer in the chair where she had originally dozed off but instead he could hear her in the other room, his ears perked up a bit to ensure nothing else was going on and finally when he was satisfied he closed his eyes again and just relaxed, itching to get up and move but knowing he would be better off trying to remain still and relax as long as he could manage.

Soon enough though Gabriella entered the room and his eyes opened back up to the sound of her yawn. It wasn't that he had to stay up when she was around but he knew her voice would keep him from slumber anyways and it would be easier to just accept it and start his day. "I see I slept better because of you, the blanket was a welcomed addition." He didn't smile and he was still too stubborn to say thank you but it was obvious what he was getting at. The young Lycan was looking up from his position at her, the woman dressed in her forest green gown was quite captivating, going perfectly with her eyes. His head was fixated on a blue color though and as he stared he tried to imagine her in a blue dress like the girl from his past, his mind trying to tell him she was one and the same but he refused to listen, looking for any reason to discredit her and forget about the entire matter. He doubted it would change anything of course but as he lay there barely able to move he had little to do or think about that was as intriguing as the possibility of a VanBuran having played with him in his youth. He wondered if she would simply remember but chose to keep it to himself, at least for a time.
 
Gabriella was actually surprised to hear his voice, but a smile tugged at the corner soon after. Clearly 'thank you' was not in the forefront of his vocabulary, but she got the message just as loud and clear. She sat upon the floor next to the sofa that the DeLune occupied and helped herself to taking a peek at his chest. It was only now that she was getting a look at the other scars that adorned his body. "They really wanted you dead." It was a slightly whispered comment, one that was far from hidden from his ears. That smile tugged at the corner of her lip once more as she realized that 'they' was actually her family. She got up once more and grabbed the basin and a small square of cloth and dampened it with water. Cleaning up the surrounding area with one hand while dipping the fingers of her other hand in the water and splashing it his way. A little laugh escaping her lips and she trapped her lower lip between her teeth as she tended to his wound. "I think it is looking well enough to try and get you on your feet today. Or at least try. Your bones may actually weaken lying here and waiting for these wounds to heal." Quickly the bowl was taken away from his reach and put aside.

This time she did not excuse herself, she simply walked away. She caught up word with Agatha to find out that there was still no new activities on the battlefield. Both deemed a blessing and a silent means of panic. She grabbed a goblet of the crimson fluid and Agatha followed behind with a tray of foods. The knights having dispersed from the doorway of her bed chambers. Agatha follow suit past the threshold of her mistress' main chambers and placed the tray of fruit and meats on the low sitting table. "How long will he be here, M' Lady? Lord Gabriel will be livid...." Gabriella stopped the portly woman's words of worry with a hand upon the shoulder. "We will see if he can even stand today, but do not worry. Just give me word the moment he arrives tomorrow." She read the worry upon the woman's face and stood between Agatha's view of the werewolf. "He is a simple lycan soldier, unarmed and in a weakened state. He's had ample opportunities to do something while I was tending to his wounds." She escorted Agatha out, barring the door behind her.

A sip of her goblet's contents had her lips painted a deep red before they were licked clean and the goblet was set aside. "Okay werewolf, enough lounging." her free flowing black locks were tucked behind her ears as she took his hands and and tugged on them, telling him to sit up. "Eat.... and we will see how your bones are doing. If what I hear is true... which I can say some things have been proven wrong, then your bones should have healed rather well... broken or not. When I was young it was said that you were also suppose to be putrid, with a simple vocabulary, ugly and a drive to do nothing but kill. I've never been more grateful to be proven wrong on all accounts." She unknowingly wore a barely visible lax smile as she sat in her frequently occupied chair. She may not have realized, but the added company, DeLune or not, decreased the strain and stress to a degree. As well as increase the dreams of the boy by the creek. "I met one of you when I was a child. I do not even know what his name was. He knew what I was, but it didn't matter. For once, it didn't matter. I slipped out after dark and he always made fun of my name. If only you all were that fun and open minded, I am sure we would not be in this war. " You could hear the subtle sadness in her tone. She missed him. "My moronic brother Damion caught me and made it so that I could not go back to the creek." A soft sigh later and she dropped the conversation and went to sipping at her goblet. The warm crimson fluid filling her with warmth where ever it traveled while the light of the fire danced in her eyes as she stared beneath the mantle.
 
Gabriella seemed surprised to see the other wounds on his body but it was no surprise to Seth, while Lycan's recovered quickly and rarely had any scars he was almost constantly covered in slashes and cuts due to his reckless fighting style. Regardless it was not the topic of their discussion and she soon moved on, cleaning the area a bit and splashing him with some water in return for the day before most likely. It caused a small smile to crack on Seth's lips but it didn't last long and their was no accompanying laugh of any sort, instead he simply sat there and stared as she mentioned trying to walk around. Without another word she left the room and came back a bit later, speaking with her concerned servant a bit before making it clear that he wouldn't be leaving until he was better and trying to ease the woman's worry. For a VanBuran she was quite considerate of not only him but those of lower status than herself, much like his brother had been. It was kind of hard to think about her being of the same blood as the other VanBuran heirs, all of them being rather ruthless and near evil men, although their people probably thought the same of him. He may have to find out the truth of that if he was discovered on Gabriel's visit, the Lycan still convinced that the vampire would probably find him if he didn't depart but knowing it wasn't an option to pick up and do anything soon.

Seth tried to focus on more positive things though and quickly looked at the food offered to him, after a quick bit of help sitting up from the Vampire. It wasn't quite as difficult to sit up as it had been the day before and it allowed him to quickly devour the food presented to him, the strength it provided bringing a good bit of color back to his body and he felt less weak that he had previously. One thing did strike him as odd while he ate though, the VanBuran female seemed comfortable with him, the woman speaking in a friendly way and going as far as to talk about werewolves in a nice way, saying how they were not as bad as people made them out to be. Surely she would be surprised but he had a feeling it was the same on both sides once again. In normal everyday life most people were civil with their friends, neighbors, and family so each race among themselves were kind, it was only in war when facing each other down that the true ugliness came out, that innocent people died and they all became monsters. Seth was still convinced that Vampires were more monstrous than his people, they had killed more innocents by far and some of their attacks had been on purpose in order to cripple the race of 'dogs' as many referred to them. It was one such attack in which his brother was killed and while he could admit to himself that not all Vampires were the same he couldn't quite forgive the species as a whole.

Shock stopped his thoughts in their tracks though, the next words out of her mouth something surprising for once and as she spoke of meeting a Lycan as a child it seemed like his stomach had sank and he was unable to recover quite so easily. The story was entirely lined up with his own, one night and never again, it was certainly not a common story and he couldn't help but let it slip past his lips as he thought about another similar fact, "Gabby..." He looked over at her stunned, his eyes looking at her face for a long moment before saying anything else, "The creek I use to play at when I was younger, I met a girl there one night by the name of Gabby, a talkative little Vampire with black hair and a fair face... She only came once and then disappeared no matter how often I returned..." He spoke as if he wasn't even addressing her but instead trying to get it straight for himself, the possibility that the only Vampire he had good memories of was the woman sitting next to him and a VanBuran at that. It was imporpable and yet it seemed as if fate had sat him in front of the girl from his memories and perhaps being around her had just continued to trigger the images as he slept. He stared on at her wondering if she was the girl, wondering if Gabriella was Gabby and if fate really had such an interesting sense of humor.
 
When she heard his words, for the longest moment she thought he was mocking her. "Mock me all you like Lycan." She replied with a little laugh. "No need to make fun of my memories, although he did call me 'Gabby'. Not even my brothers call me that." She sat in thought for a moment. Just the simple idea of meeting up with the Lycan boy from her past was almost an impossible thought. "The odds would be beyond the bounds of possibility that I would see him again. So many have died since then. That would have been one Lycan I would truly mourn the loss of. Well... maybe two." Gabriela found herself actually trying to refute the idea that the DeLune occupying her ante chamber could have been the boy from her dreams. The thought weighed heavy upon her. At first, she thought that he was simply recanting her tale beck to her from another point of view. Having guessed at the name once bestowed upon her, seemed an easy enough feat.

Soon enough she was back on her feet with her hands held out, palms facing up ready to get him on his feet. "Well... the sooner you are on your feet the better. You have a whole clan of your kin to get back to." The thought continued to linger on her mind. This couldn't be him. A Lycan Lord? A Lycan, yes, but the leader of the beings that now feuded with her family? The fates had too much time on their hands if, and it was a very big 'if', it was even true. Deep green eyes looked down at the sight of him. "Now is... is not a time to be dwelling on such things when ..." she relinquished a heavy sigh, coming back from her little wonderland and into the harsh reality that stared them in the face, " when you and I each have our own worlds to tend to." When he was better and able to walk and run without the pain and the threat of his wound opening up, he would be gone. Back to continue the war that stood on a small hiatus. With her on the side lines. And even if it was him, what could they do now? At most, be friends, but even that would not work out. This was the creature who aimed for the lives of her brothers and the rest of her family. Gabriella refused to be a art of that endeavor. Even that of her own family.

For once Gabriella was not 'Gabby'. She had gone silent and lost in her thoughts. Reluctantly believing, more and more that he actually was the boy from the woods. It was a nice and scary thought. "What was the color of her dress?" She softly asked in a hesitant manner. Almost scared to hear the right answer. She was all the more ready to push him back down if this was all a jest.
 
It wasn't ridiculous to assume he was lying but on this occasion he wasn't joking and if she really took a good look at his face she would realize just how serious he was. For a moment she seemed to convince herself he was jesting but eventually she just went silent, deciding that helping to his feet and thinking it over silently was the better option, a scary thing indeed when the chatty Vampire stopped speaking. Seth didn't push the issue though and reached his hands up and accepted her help, suddenly not worrying so much about having to be close to this specific person, his pride being momentarily thrown aside in favor of trying to figure out if she was in fact the girl he had met when he was younger. When she focused on getting him out again he didn't feel bad, it was the same as before and he knew that but that didn't mean he had forgotten about the memories both of them had, he was continuing to look at her as he stumbled a bit to his feet before finding his balance. It seemed that, while it hurt quite bad, he could support his own weight which was a start, not exactly where he would have liked to have been at but progress for a wound inflicted with a silver blade and in such a crucial spot. So he smiled a bit and nodded his head, getting closer to thanking her but still not actually saying the words themselves.

For some reason Seth wanted to delve deeper into her concerns and try and convince her they had met before, whether it be because he simply wanted to know that friend wasn't a made up dream or because it made their situation more tolerable but he wanted it to be confirmed. "We may have different lives now but we still live in the same world Gabriella..." He spoke her name for the first time since he had arrived, calling her something other than you or Vampire and finding the words almost pleasant on his tongue as opposed to the vile taste he had expected when he heard of her VanBuran blood. It seemed that to make her truly feel comfortable he would have to answer a few questions though, her voice soft and hesitant as she asked him the color of her dress on the night in question. He wasn't going to stop their though and so he smiled and answered with a bit extra, "If I recall correctly it was a cute little blue dress covered in twigs and leaves from the Forrest. You came barefoot as well." His answer was confident if anything, his memory of the time being rather hard to believe but remarkably clear.

Seth didn't say anything after that but instead released her hands and kept his balance on his own, taking a few shaky steps before beginning to feel the effect and this stopping, standing still to regain his balance. It seemed his loss of blood from the wound combined with its severity were not going to allow him any real speed but he could at the very least move a tab and with the help of Gabriella, if she still wanted anything to do with him, or the wall and he would be able to get a bit of distance, the move to her bedchambers being rather easy, escaping though would still be impossible. He turned his head to look at her once his few steps were done, his eyes scanning her face for signs of what she thought and finally he spoke, having to know what she was thinking, "So... Do you believe me or am I just amazingly lucky when it comes to guessing?"
 
The raven haired female held onto the lycan's hands as he stood up to the best of his ability without having fallen back down. She only held onto his hand just in case he were fall back. An action not good for his wounds. When the werewolf seemed able to stand on his own, he did, although unknowingly, released a sigh of relief with a lax smile. There was no doubt pain, and he had to be smart enough not to over do himself this first time. To hear his name come from his lips was such an alien thing. Of course none of the servant refereed to her by her first name. Only her brothers did and a select few back at her brother's home. A place she had not been in a long time. To hear her name uttered in such a casual and seemingly familiar manner was disturbingly.... refreshing. The urge to tell him that the world they both occupied had pitted them against one another, but he spoke before she could utter another word. For a few crucial moments, she forgot how to breath. He was right on all accounts. Immediately her mind fought to refute, but the denial could no longer exist. And the smile. Why the hell did he have to smile? Gabriella went silent once more as he released her hand and made a few successful steps.

Gabriella suddenly found herself scared. Very scared. She liked him and that was, in no way, good. Gabriella had no time to get to know anyone outside of her family, let alone a Lycan and here she had done so in less than a few nights. A DeLune, no less!! She wanted to hug him and yet, she thought against it. Not only for the wounds, but for the thought that her brothers could take her away again and she would never see him again. Or even worse, in this case. Eliminate him from the picture all together. She could not endure the simple notion that she could be the reason the boy she once knew may die. The dreams were harmless and served for a bit of hope, but those dreams were now reality. His voice snapped her from her deep and heavy thoughts. The gap was closed between the two and she took his hand before he could put himself any further. "It is nice to see you again." She sighed softly with a lax smile. "Funny.... I still do not know your name." He had not told her when they were younger either. Then again she had never bothered asking. She had been so excited with the fact that he was a werewolf.

Gabriella gestured to a seat, no less than a foot away. A high back chair that completed the set before her fireplace. "The sooner we can get you into that room, the better." The idea that he would have to stay in her bedchambers while her brother was visiting suddenly had, what little blood that remained in her system, rushing to the fair skin of her cheeks. She suddenly remembered how he had pounced on her in the woods. Looming over her with at same handsome smile. She could not help but roll her eyes at the cockiness of his small victory. "We can continue getting you to walk even when my brother is here, as long as it is in my bed chambers and you do not make a sound." She could not have stressed it enough. "Gabriel is the youngest of my brothers and his hate for your kind is unlike any other." It was almost to a sickening degree. Something she dare not tell him. "Either way, no one is laying a finger on you while I am here. My anger is a rare occurrence and a dangerous one at that. My brother Jacob can attest to that." A bit of pride sounded in her voice. Gabriella was never deemed a damsel in distress by anyone other than her brothers, who seemed to look down upon her as a female and the youngest of them.
 
The fact of their prior meeting had seemed to change things for both of them, the DeLune and VanBuran blood didn't seem to matter so much anymore, at least not on a personal level. The truth was it still mattered because one hint that he was within her castle and hell would reign down upon both of them. That didn't seem so important though and as he felt Gabriella take his hands he gave her a small smile, "Yes, it's nice to meet you again as well. Didn't expect you to be a VanBuran but I must say, it's a pleasure." He was a bit surprised when she said she still didn't know his name, the fact that his family and hers were at war should have made him infamous, especially to her and her family. It was a bit refreshing though and he just chuckled a bit and spoke in a much calmer way than before, as if his natural kindness had been released from behind the wall of hatred and pride he had built up, "My name is Seth, Seth DeLune." He gave a semi-nervous smile when he spoke his last name. Truth be told the situation did make it a bit easier to accept, she had been kind to him and saved his life both before and after she found out who he was, so now that they had realized the meeting of the past it just made it easier.

After making a more formal introduction he took her offer and sat himself in a chair that was much more comfortable than his previous position, just sitting up making him feel better. "I can probably make it to the room whenever, it will hurt a bit but I have endured far worse on and off the battlefield, trust me." As he gazed at Gabriella he saw her in a new light, her beauty not feeling as annoying as it had before, he was seeing one of the few friends he had made that was still alive and no longer a mere enemy. It was concerning at the same time but for the most part things were more positive, although her brothers visit was an entirely new thing now. With them knowing each other it would be harder for her if he was discovered and he couldn't allow that, he would have to be careful during the visit, especially if he was going to recover in the process. That being the case he just continued to look at her, that was not something he had to worry about quite yet and if she was indeed as fearsome as she believed herself to be, which he had a hard time picturing, nothing would be going wrong on her watch.

As he sat in the chair he found himself enjoying the fire and the warmth soothed him, not to mention it made him feel comfortable as he leaned back, enduing the slight pain in his back until he found that sweet spot. Once comfortable he looked at her and shook his head, another smile rising on his face, "It's hard to believe, the chances that we met each other, that we are members of families who have been at war for so long, and that we met in such a way..." It wasn't a statement that required answers just his thoughts, and and while that was all the past it affected him quite substantially. In fact it was almost depressing to think that once he was healed he would have to flee back to his people and most likely never see her again and if so he would most likely have killed many more of her people fighting for his own.
 
She dawned a bit of a smile as well. Almost as though his was contagious in some sort of way. "And I did not expect you to be the leader of the Lycans." It was like she was meeting a whole new person than before. She relinquished a soft little laugh as he spoke his last name. "I think we're both well versed in one another's last names, Seth." Gabriella was not as well versed in the hierarchy of the Lycan. All she knew was that one moment when her brothers were elated to have crippled Seth's father. She had to agree with him. To have met in such a way was beyond her wildest dreams. To think that the boy from her dreams would wind up at her door step on the brink of dying and she would heal him, only to find him a being who aims to kill her kin. This certainly made things a bit more complicated. "Do not get soft Seth, you still have to get out of the heart of your enemy's home and make it back to your people." It was fun to have him back, but time was not on their side. She occupied herself for a moment by taking the blanket upon the sofa and taking it to the bedroom. The bed was the size fit for a king, but she had not thought about the arrangements for when sunrise was to come. For the time being he could sleep upon the blankets with the one she had given him earlier and she would sleep on the opposite end beneath the blanket upon the bed.

Back into the other room she walked and took a seat upon the arm of the chair that Seth occupied. "Well, the bed is ready when you are." She found herself pondering another things. Something that came up from times to time in her mind, but she had no real way of getting answers unless presented with a rare opportunity such as this. "Feel free to decline an answer, but why have you and your people not tried to seize this castle for your own gain?" Her brother's have tried to force her out, but that proved futile since this land was specifically given to her by her father, before the war migrated in this direction. She took the pitcher upon the table and poured another tankard of water and handed it to him. The more hydration the better. To speak of an invasion in such a casual manner was quite odd, but Gabriella had grown far more comfortable in his company, after she discovered that she once knew him.

She sat at his side and looked at him with a lax smile, noticing a resemblance in him that stunned her. How could she have not notice it before? He was very handsome in a manner that usually did little to catch her eye. He was very handsome. Powerful, of course. He held the physic of a being not to be with messed with, yet the personality so... sweet and almost charming, in a way. "The fate can be so cruel sometimes. This time... you'll be leaving me." She openly noted, taking her eyes from him and looking over to the fire. blazing beneath the mantle at the element that held the light and heat of the thing that undoubtedly take her life. Probably why she found it so mesmerizing.
 
Hearing his name was kind of nice, he hadn't expected it to but when she said it he couldn't help but feel a bit up, his spirits being lifted. She was right that it was no time to get soft and he hadn't, he was going to be receptive to her of course but he knew what would have to be done to survive and get back to his people and it wasn't going to be easy. Seth relaxed as Gabriella went into her bedchamber and for the first time he began to feel a tad nervous about going into her room to hide out and avoid detection. The thought of being close to her was no longer unimportant, she was literally the girl in his dreams, perhaps she was small at the time but now she was absolutely gorgeous. It was as if a fog hiding her beauty and his feelings had been lifted, the simple reason that she was a Vampire being all that was required to ruin his perception of her. It wasn't as it he was in love with her but their were feelings of fondness for the girl from his past and her being beautiful was how it was, something that he should have noticed from the start if not for his dislike of her kind.

So when she sat on the arm of his chair he looked up almost nervous, it wasn't on his face and his voice didn't show it either but it was there deep down, "I will make sure not to take up too much of your bed or being too much of a disruption." He took a deep breath and nearly laughed as he thought about those feelings of fondness, while being next to her would make him a bit nervous it didn't come near to how nervous he was about hurting himself and having to continue the slow treatment or bleeding on what were no doubt luxury sheets, the female VanBuran heir being part of a group that definitely enjoyed an 'elegant' lifestyle. His family lived modestly, clothing and food being the same as their people and all of their funds going to their people, at least for the last group of kinds starting with his grandfather. The VanBuran family lived lavish lives, although one thing with Gabriella was she seemed more worried about people than her brothers, or at least she seemed to prove that by allowing a wounded Lycan into her castle, especially into her room, not to mention handling them personally. Regardless he had a feeling her bedroom would be no exception as far as quality of furniture and items.

The current problem in his mind was pushed aside by a question he hadn't expected, one about his people and their battle strategy as it were. "Despite how I go about our battles and how fiercely I defend our own land, I am not looking for land gains, especially from a location that despite its allegiances never once sent out troops. Of course some of the elders disagree and believe wiping out a supply line near our borders would be good but my brother always refused to do so and so have I." Seth grew silent for a moment and looked at the flames of the fire, letting his thoughts construct themselves into intelligent sentences before speaking. "You know Gabriella, I was never one who loved war, I was trained as a warrior but my brother raised me and neither of us sought to kill your people, only to defend ours. Then your brother Damion launched the assault on one of our neutral villages just to slaughter my brother as he visited the woman he loved, slaughtering non-combatants and murdering my brother as he tried to allow people to escape... That's when I stopped caring..." His voice was near to when they had first spoken, before either knew who the other was. He looked over to her once again with a heavy look upon his face. "He wanted peace and happiness and for that he was murdered by your beloved kin, they do not want peace and even if one day they do I will not let them have it." Seth did not comment on having to leave her, he was too deep in his own thoughts to realize she had even said something again, his mind saturated with horrible memories. He didn't blame Gabriella and he hated being like that in front of her but sometimes it was hard to feel any happiness knowing what he had lost in all of the chaos.
 
The manner in which he spoke of not taking up too much of her bed and being a disturbance had her growing a smile. "I am the girl... in the blue dress covered in twigs and leaves while running barefoot through the woods." Slender fingers raked through dark brown tendril and brushed against his scalp with a small sigh. "When are you going to realize that I am not like the others?" She bit back a small casual laugh that died off before he began speaking once more. Gabby had already made the connection that when it came to his family and speaking of them, it was a pretty touchy subject. Especially with the death of his older brother. His brother almost sounded like Gabby herself, with the added fact that he wished to see his love once more. It panged her to hear such a tale. To realize that her brothers had become so heartless and cold ruthless killers who merely thought this all a game. When her brother came tomorrow she would have more than a few words with him and whenever she discussed the topic of backing off, it never usually turned out well and there was always some form of blood shed from one of the VanBurens. Last time Gabby found herself licking Jacobs blood off of her finger tips. It had been a while since her beloved brother came to visit.

Her mind came back from its little venture as she carefully placed her hand upon Seth's in a reassuring way. "It sounds as thought I owe you and your brother a great deal of debt. He sounds as amazing as my father. The last male VanBuren to gain my respect. While my brothers warm their beds with harems and hide behind their walls while sending more and more people to their deaths." It was a thought that sickened her to her stomach. And yet here she sat, behind her own walls, doing very little to aid in the reversal of this colossal bloodbath. She was better than her brothers, now matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise. This could not have been a better time to remedy that. She had a friend, she now held fairly dear and she would be lying if she said that his death would not have a bit of an effect on her. It was not love. She held fondness for him that.... honestly... differed from the fondness she held for the people within her walls. Time had gone by so fast. Night seemed so much faster than day.

"I'll be back." She announced softly before walking over to the door and exiting her chambers. She roamed the halls and all was spotless. Agatha was a really reliable woman. Gabriella and her kin never ate food, but the smell was always inviting. They could not eat food. It made them sick and the taste was heinous. They also made food to feed the humans. They had to get their food source from somewhere and Gabriella had several humans mesmerized by the beautiful race and they were kept alive for blood. Agatha was already asleep and the guards were on patrol down the halls so it was easy for Gabriella to conjure up a try of food and bring it to her chambers where she quietly closed the door behind her and walked by her friend from the past and placed the try of food on the side table next to her bed before walking back. Like a little game of temptation. "Ok handsome, if you want food, you have to make it to the bed." Gabriella wore an impish smile. She wished to lighten the mood a bit. To feel the nostalgia they once shared when they were younger.
 
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