Devil's Love

Home (three)

A frown etched it's way onto Arwyn's beautiful face at his question. She couldn't remember if she had done it or not. "I'd have to get inside the palace to do it, no? I have never been inside that palace in my life." That she could remember, anyway. Marcellus wasn't convinced with her answer and just continued to stare at her with an arched eyebrow. "Well, I can't remember." She eventually admitted, looking toward the towering palace in the distance. It was a beautiful sight. The brightness from the moon shining down onto the palace, making it glow in the night sky as if it was it's own moon. The stars flickered and shined brightly around it. Some small clouds still lingered.

"You can't remember?" Marcellus asked as he started to walk again. Arwyn just sunk back into silence with a shake of her head. She had gotten amnesia, right after the murder happen. Convenient, right? She knew nothing about her past. Where she came from, who she was, why she would even want to murder someone in the Supreme Court. The male just clicked his tongue and fell into silence alongside her.

A few mumbled and slurred directions later, the two had arrived at her humble home. It was small. Nothing extravagant. Herbs for medicinal use were hanging around the place, some in jars on shelves. The woman got into a lot of fights. It was only natural she took a liking toward the use of herbs for healing purposes. There were daggers and swords hanging on one side of the small home, that perked Marcellus' curiosity as he placed Arwyn down on her small, yet comfortable bed covered in all kind of animal furs. His attention quickly turning toward the daggers and swords. Reaching and grabbing a hold of one, his finger brushed over the blade slowly.

"Don't touch that!" The woman screamed, frantically running over to him and snatching the dagger from his hand. Her eyes went wide for a quick second before she placed the dagger back onto the wall. Scratching the back of her head, she simply turned away and returned back to the bed, sitting down. "It's... It's cursed." She said with a sheepish smile. That damn well knocked all the alcohol out of her system. An unintentional, almost curse of a man she had just met.

"I know." Was all Marcellus said as he went over and sat down on a small stool. "Why do you keep so many cursed daggers and swords?" He asked, the curiosity getting the better of him. Arwyn shrugged, rubbing her neck uncomfortably. Her eyes looking toward the bookshelf. Many, many books of spells and curses mixed in with a heap of books about healing with the use of herbs. She was quite the intellectual when it came to healing and curses.

"I may have experimented a few times." Arwyn said eventually, glancing in his direction. "How did you know they were cursed?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. She enjoyed the arts of curses and healing. Both equally useful. But together? Dangerous.

"Just a... gut feeling." Marcellus told her. "Experimenting with curses could go horribly wrong if done incorrectly." He said, eyes blazing with a look of delight. He stood up, eyes looking over the home as he lazily strolled through the small cottage, occasionally fiddling with some herbs as they hung from rope. "How long ago did you kill the member of the Supreme Court?"

"I've been hiding for about two years now." Arwyn told him, crossing her arms as she furrowed her brows. Not appreciating the way he was snooping throughout her home. "Are you done?" She asked, running out of patience. His beautiful, blue eyes snapped back toward her, a hidden smirk in them. Though his lips remained perfectly natural.

"Quite. I would like to help you." Marcellus said, leaning up against an empty wall and crossing his gorgeously muscular arms. A fiery look in his eyes.

"Help?" Arwyn asked, a small scoff escaping her in disbelief. "Help with what?" She did not need any help. Perfectly capable of handling everything herself.

"With proving your innocence, of course."