As it was (Abel Heilon)

Stuck Together

Putting her diary back into her bag, the young (First name)(Lastname) let out a sigh. Across to her was the young Abel Heilon sitting in front of fire she manage to lit up earlier.

They were now stuck inside a cave deep in the forest. It was all due to the navigators carelessness that the whole squadron end up in a mess, not only that, in the middle of chaos among the upcoming demons was an assassin.

In the middle of it was the heir to the duchy, Abel Heilon.

And her mentor who have seems to put the pieces together ordered (First name) to run away with Abel, making sure she'll protect him in the process as they get away at the scene.

All that happened which now leads to this scene.

"I'm not sure if my emergency supplies would last for a week. But my mentor mentor did say they'll do their best to find us in a span of three days."

The young (First name) spoke, throwing an apple in the direction of young Abel in which he gracefully catch with ease.

Both were filled with silence after that. It was awkward after all for some odd reasons, even the anxiety from earlier was still there so both has no choice but to calm down in silence.

"Does that happen all the time?"

Although you have not indicated what it was, both of you knew what you were talking about.

"Ever since the new emperor rise on the throne."

"Make sense, father did say your father was a huge torn in the eyes of the emperor."

It doesn't seems like youngsters were talking, yet it was indeed the youngsters who was talking.

Youngsters who knew too much about the world around them.

Shifting at your seat, you straighten your back.

"Are you scared?"

Then your (eye color) iris met with a pair of gray iris ones that has a glint on them that somehow made your heart skipped a beat.

"Scared? I want to rip their heads off their body and feed them to the demons."

There was a few moments of silence after that, then you laugh. A laugh that echo all throughout the cave.

"Here I thought you're nothing but a brat from the capital."

You spoke looking at him directly in the eyes

"I hate the capital."

He scoff

"Living there makes me realize I would never be capable of loving someone or something."

That made you tilt your head to the side, wondering why.

With a sigh,

"They took away my mother and throw us away at the north."

"The moment I hold someone or something sincerely, they would surely take it away."

"Eh?"

You look at him slightly confused yet somehow understanding

"You just have to do it the way you like it."

That made him look at you with wonder

What kind of nonsense are you spouting this time?

"Why?"

"Because you have me."

"Hah?"

The young Abel found himself dumbfounded

"You have the most capable mage by your side approved by your father and the head mage of the Dukedom. My mentor said I even have the potential to be the best among the rest."

You spoke, looking at him with nothing but seriousness

"I don't think it would be bad working with you in the future. So what do you think?"

There was a moment of silence after that, and then this time he was the one laughing.

"That sounds stupid."

The young lord spoke with a chuckle

"But I do think it wouldn't hurt working with you in the future."

He spoke, taking a bite of the apple that was thrown into him earlier

"What the fuck is this?"

"Why? Was it too sweet?"

"No, fuck. I can't even taste shit."

"Really? Let me try it."

The apple was then thrown on the opposite side of the room.

"Fuck, it does taste bland."

The young (hair color) haired female spit the tasteless fruit.

Looking at each other with a frown, one burst into laughter as the other chuckle.

"By the way Abel-"

​​​​"Who gave you the permission to call my name?"

"You can just call me by my name in return, what are you whining on about?"​​​​

To Fiona who was watching his young adoptive father looking at the young magician across the room.

How long have he been holding back? No. Was he even aware at his own feelings during these times? Because the way he was already looking at her says it all.

The wall that her father have built upon what he experienced in the capital was now put down with just this (hair color) female words.​​​