Under The Weather (Olberic x Primrose)

Our Unbending Hearts

Primrose slowly opened her eyes again. The once well-sized flames of the campfire now burned dimly. The air was cold, but not as cold as it was hours ago. There was no howling wind to be heard. Just the cracking of the small fire.

'The storm must be over.'

She felt a lot better than she did a few hours ago; perhaps a good cry was what she needed the most. Primrose turned slightly to look at Olberic leaning next to her, fast asleep. She leaned over and picked up his end of the tunic that they had made into a makeshift blanket and gently adjusted it over him. She stared at his peaceful, sleeping face and took this quiet moment to admire the man next to her.

Despite being well-known as a talented knight, it was no doubt Olberic was handsome. In each town they had stopped at thus far, Primrose would catch eyes flocking to him as much as they flocked to her. His tall physique, strong features and the air of which he carried himself with, left many a woman in a daze. She would be lying if she said she wasn't one of them when she initially bumped into him at the Sunshade bazaar.

It was true, that she had met many a man, but none quite like him. He was kind, caring, inspiring- a natural born leader. He held his honor to his life, and yet he would constantly put the well-being of others before himself. A trait that was becoming rarer and rarer in these times. She couldn't help but grow an increasing admiration for the man. A man, much like her, who lost everything at the hands of another. He claimed he lost his sole reason to wield a sword and yet...he remained so true to himself. His name was known around the lands and talks of his skill were unprecedented enough to strike fear into the hearts of those who opposed him.

And yet, Primose thought. Yet never did he seem to abuse this power. Yes, he was indeed quite different than her frequent visitors back at Sunshade, whom only boasted fabricated stories in quests to exploit their egos, liquor, and women. He was a real man.

Olberic stirred for a few seconds before he elicit a soft snore. Primrose lips spread into a warm smile.

'But who knew the Unbending Blade of Hornburg snores?'

She continued staring at him. Admiring his masculine features as the light from the fire danced on the crevices of his face. She couldn't help but catch herself thinking about his personal life from time to time. Apart from his reputation as one of Hornburg's blades and his current quest after a man named Erhardt, she knew not much. It was in this moment she realized, she had shared way more with him than he had with her.

She oft wondered if he had lovers in his past. She wondered how he treated them, what they were like. She wondered if he held them the same way he was holding her now. She knew that the situation they were in, well, it would probably never occur again -- hell, it wouldn't have even occurred where it not for a blizzard threatening her life in the first place. She knew all that. But still, she wondered. She wondered what his lips would taste like.

Heat flushed her cheeks as she caught her own thoughts.

'What's wrong with me? What am I thinking? I have a mission. A mission to kill the men who took my father from me. And before that, we have to find the others! I don't have time for this nonsense! I should wake him... '

A strand of his usual neatly slicked back hair fell onto his eye. Primrose felt her heart beating faster and faster with temptation each passing second.

'My life...My sole reason for living is for revenge. That's why I'm here. I've told myself this for years. Yet...'

Primrose tucked the strand of hair behind his ear. She narrowed her eyes at his soft expression. Her emerald orbs landed on his lips.