Can the Spark Survive (PRIVATE W/Wolframite

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  • Lillian climbed up onto her mare, and urged the mare into a walk. Her long brown hair was pulled into a long braid, and her black cloak covered her body and hid her face. She wore a nice emerald green dress, and had her usual golden necklace with a blue sapphire as it's gem around her neck. She was eighteen, and her father, as per her wish, had grugingly agreed to wait until she was eighteen before having her marry. She knew it was only time before her outings with her friends, and secret lover, would come to an end.


    As the large mare moved easily along the road the young maiden on its back drifted into thought. Only one person, that she knew of, knew of her secret affair. That person was her personal servant: Iris. The older woman had taken care of Lillian since the day she was born. This woman had kept her secret and even helped her disappear for a few hours here and there if wanted. Lillian enjoyed her adventures through the surrounding forest with him and even enjoyed their time alone. However, their families hated each other. She wasn't particularly sure why but knew it had something to do with the lands and whatnot. She never understood it, and she was sure there was more than what she knew as she wasn't privy to the same information as her father or even her future husband.


    Lillian and (y/c) had grown close but chose to keep things in secret, knowing their families would be far too drastic if ever found out. The brunette turned off the road, the mare easily finding the way through the forest towards the familiar river and then followed it down, until it ran off the small ledge, causing a small waterfall. The mare picked her way through the small side of the small steep hill and came to a stop in the clearing where Lillian so often met (y/c). While they never did more than kiss or touch, as if found out she could be destroying her family name as it was, but she enjoyed his company and waited patiently for (y/c) to arrive.

  • Light filtered through the tree tops bathing Levi and Anubis in golden as they traversed their way past low hanging branches and thickets that threatened to graze skin if gotten too close to. Levi however, paid no attention to his surroundings as Lillian was the only one who occupied his thoughts. Anubis was a stallion black as onyx which Levi had been nurturing since the day it was merely a foal at its mother's side. They were inseparable, like brothers, and both had a keen sense when it came to detecting if someone was troubled. Levi reached over and affectionately scratched between his horse's ears, Anubis whinnying contentedly in response. "Good boy", He laughed and took the reins more firmly in his hands, guiding him into a steady canter so he wouldn't be late for their meeting.


    Levi was a tall man standing at 6'3'' and had been the tallest in every year at school which simultaneously made him a target for bullying and admiration with a handful of colourful nicknames. He didn't care much at all about it but he did feel out of place at any event he went to. A sudden icy breeze rustled the autumn leaves and permeated his blue jerkin, as if a discrete warning to speed up. After some careful navigating down the gurgling stream he spotted Lillian and his cheeks became tinted with pink. Levi swung himself off of Anubis with a graceful landing, something he'd practiced many times before. He tied Anubis' reins to a sturdy tree branch and picked a bunch of blooming violets that had caught his attention, he hid them behind his back with one arm and called out quietly to Lillian as not to alarm her.

  • The young woman hadn't moved from the back of the large grey draft horse. That was his rule. Until she saw him she was supposed to remain on Astrid in case someone or something came after her. She had been lost in thought when Levi's call broke the gentle sound of the stream and the birds singijng. She turned her head and the mare didn't move. She patted the mare lightly in thanks, recieving a gentle nicker in return, as she moved to get down from the back of the large horse as gracefully as she could. "Hello, Levi." Lillian smiled. Fixing the bottom of her dress as she landed on the forest floor. She was a rather thin woman of average height around 5'6", her body much thinner than it normally would be and even with the heavy emerald color dress the fight bodice revealed just how small her framing was.


    The dress was modest, and being a noble woman her dress covered all the way down so only her feet showed, and not even her ankles showed. She did not bother to pull the reins over the large grey's head to tie her to a tree as the mare hardly moved far off and rarely spooked. Her father called Astrid 'Canon Proof', or otherwise unspookable. So she didn't worry that the mare would disappear on her as she moved towards Levi. A genuine smile on her features as she teased him, "Thought you forgot to come." She looked up at his towering form.