The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Mia x Armen

I don't really ship this, but I just felt in the mood for doing something different. Hopefully you guys like it!
Btw, this is another story that I got inspiration from PuppySwift! So please excuse similarities. Go read her story as well!
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The elf walked through the forest on a narrow path, the leaves of bushes brushing against her tunic and pants. She moved a long strand of her blonde and pink highlighted hair out of her face. She jumped at the sound of a twig snapping and footsteps against the grass and dirt. She pulled out her sword, looking around, searching for her potential peruser. She pushed aside vegetation, until she walked into a small area with only grass covering the ground.

"M-mam?" A light voice called out from the vegetation.

Mia spun around, gasping at the young teen that stood before her. He has ashy black hair, and bright cyan eyes. His white shirt was torn and burnt, and the brown strap going over it was nearly broken. His clothes were covered in ash and filled with holes that revealed more of his burnt flesh.
She knew him, well, not the man himself, but she knew who he was. Her best friends were willing to give up their lives for him. It felt strange seeing him not possessed by that demon, but one question did run through her head; isn't he dead?

  "A-Armen?"she gasped out, losing her breath.

He tilted his head, seemingly confused. "Do I know you?"

She shook her head. "N-no. N-not really. I-I..." She lost her words again, still in complete shock.

He looked exhausted, but yet desperate. A lost look were in his eyes, and a slight look of fear. Mia put her sword away, knowing that he was no threat. She could see his body trembling, as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He rubbed his arm, covered in raw skin. He had absolutely no idea how he had gotten these burns, but there were a lot of things he couldn't remember, and it scared him.

  "Where am I? W-who are you?" He asked.

Mia put her hand on her chest. "My name is Mia. We're in the badlands." There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, and vice-versa.

Armen nodded, taking in her appearance. She had a small green tunic with iron shoulder pads and a leather strap going diagonally across her chest, which had a little triangle above her cleavage. She had iron knee pads on her brown pants, and brown boots. He looked back up, looking at the details of her face and head. Her eyes were a hot pink, and she had two large strands of hair going past her shoulders, while the rest of her blonde and pink hair was only neck length.
His eyes widened, seeing her ears that had blue earrings. Her ears were pointy, making him more confused.

"A-are you an elf? I didn't know that those were real." He said.

Mia put her hands on her hips. "Yeah, we're very real."

They both gave weak laughs. Mia scratched the back of her neck, not really knowing what to do. Was this a dream? Armen was dead! But here he was, standing in front of her. She shook her head, and looked back up at him, a smile on her face.

  "Anyways. I don't really personally know you, but I know a few people who do... They really miss you."

Armen's eyes widened. "R-really?" He couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth lift up a bit.

Mia nodded. "Yeah, but the problem is, I don't really know where they are. We got separated and now I don't what happened to them."

Armen's smile disappeared, now filled with disappointment. Finding people he once knew could help bring him back his memories, but now, it seemed unlikely. A gasp of surprise escaped his throat when her gloved hands clasped around his own. She looked up at him with concern filling her eyes. He felt his cheeks grow warm.

  "Are you feeling okay? You look like you need medical attention." She asked, her pink eyes glimmering.

He looked down at wounds, feeling them sting now that he was paying attention to them. Mia took off her backpack, letting Armen get more a glimpse of the points to a shield on her back. She opened the bag, and quickly pulled out a glass bottle filled with pink liquid.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing at the bottle.

Mia replied. "It's a health potion. It should help your wounds heal faster." She handed to bottle to him.

He slowly took it, feeling as it slipped out of her grasp, and into his own. He looked up at her face again, her skin looking soft and flush. Her lips looked smooth, and her eyes were gorgeous. Armen shook his head, opening the bottle and drinking it. He gagged at the bitter taste at first, but got used to it rather quickly.
He removed the bottle from his lips, gasping after he got the liquid down his throat. Putting the cap back in, he set it aside, then sat down as he felt his legs get weak. Mia sat down on the grass in front of him.

"You're quite cute, you know." Armen's eyes widened with realization of what he had just said.

His cheeks grew a dark red and burned like fire. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest. Mia looked up at him with bright, wide eyes. She looked down, her cheeks growing just as red as his. She scratched her cheek with one finger, smiling at the compliment.

"Why, th-thank you! That's sweet." She looked back up, as she let he hand fall back into her lap.

Armen gave out an embarrassed chuckle. "Y-you're welcome, I guess." An akaward silence fell between them.

His eyes brightened up as a thought came to his head. "Hey, Mia?"

Mia looked up at him, humming. Armen cleared his throat, trying to recall his own memories. What happened? His grip tightened around her small hands, hurting her, but she didn't mind.

  "Could you tell me about my friends?"

Mia's eyes widened. He really did have some bad amnesia. She frowned, thinking about how painful it must have been not being able to remember anything. Then again, maybe it was better that he had forgotten everything. They had no idea what he went through while that demon had taken control of his body.

She smiled as she recalled her memories with her old friends. "Well, their names are Drake and Grayson..."