eliotgreensgate
EN: this is rlly old and unedited! i made it over two years ago. i don't plan on continueing it, as it was a pitched idea that i eventually lost interest in.
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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑
Bella stood still for a moment.
She peered back at Erico for only
a mere moment. A moment that
felt as if it was going in slow
motion. Her eyes met his. His
gaze filled with a concerned
grin. Water began to form
in both of their eyes. She
smiled back, tilting her head
the slightest before turned away
and wiping her tears, staring back
at the castle.
"Erico I-" She began to speak but
she was stopped when she felt a
soft warm hand on the back her
kneck. She turned to face him.
"Issabella." He grinned, now less
concern across his face.
"I love you. I promise we can do this.
You can do this." He looked at her
reassuringly.
"Erico I don't think you understand..
I know we are both trained our lives
for this but--" She
was cut off by his warm lips pressing
against hers. She held his hips as he
ran his fingers through her hair. He
pulled away to finish his statement.
"You are the best assassin, darling."
He smiled, his warm breath against her
face.
All she did was let out another
small grin before she started
walking back, grabbing her
sword out of the holster
attached to her hip. She
turned once again to face
the castle, taking a deep
breath before running towards
it. All Erico did was let out a laugh,
then following close behind her,
watching her every move. Admiring her.
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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊
Erico, a trained assassin and warrior, working for the king of Medfíeln, is sent on one of his typical missions. Upon his journey, he stumbles across someone he has only heard tales about. Issabella Jørgensen; a descendent of the gods. One of the most slick, strong, and deadly assassins. The catch is, she has no idea that she is a descendent of the gods. She is merely a hired warrior for the king of Jeulnhyeir; Medfíeln's riva