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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:01 PM Post #211 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 1:29 pm Linnesse
Well, that was an intriguing start! How was she supposed to say no now, even if Derfel had not clearly needed so much to tell whatever it was? Linnesse snuggled her body more firmly in against his, happily soaking up his warmth, and placed a few more nibbling little kisses along his cheek. He was irresistable, no matter how tired she was! "Go on- tell me," she urged, adjusting her head backwards just a little so that she could see his face- but not enough to lose the contact of their bodies under the blankets. Another yawn threatened to overtake her- but she clamped her jaw shut over it, and purposefully widened her eyes, looking at Derfel expectantly (and cutely ). |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:01 PM Post #212 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 1:57 pm Mirtha He was not drunk! Not enough... Not yet... Only little over the edge of being sober completely. Wine done it's work... He was aware of what was going one, but not completely himself anymore. He did not care in truth what will he do now... He just let things go their ways. He watched Ione's hesitant face and took few steps towards her. Only few, slow ones...
His mouth twitched in a half-smile and remained smiled in that strange, wry way. He bowed his head slightly to look down at her and while looking into her eyes his hand went to block exit from her. "No.... it isn't" he said firmly. "Stay..." He took the last sip of wine and smiled wider looking at her. He let go of the bottle which broke with loud noise and his hand went to her face... the back of it touched her cheek slowly while he leaned a little more to brush her lips, to attempt to kiss her, waiting if she would allow it or not. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:03 PM Post #213 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 2:36 pm Ione The man that stood before her was her friend, and she trusted him, and she had seen him drunk maybe twice, but that was when Javier had been at her side. Now, there was no one: Just she and Mirtha. Her hand under her cloak lay one on top of the other so that her fingers could feel the ring her beloved knight had placed on her finger. Javier was honorable, and Ione did not want to betray that love and trust they had built. Ione backed up a bit more as Mirtha took a few slow steps toward her, then she felt the wall behind her and saw the exit behind him... Her mind went back to the day she had killed the barkeep for such an act in self defense, but Mirtha had not touched her yet. Ione's dark eyes searched his trying to figure out all other intentions, except for the one that she could clearly read on his face. Her heart raced as her hands went from under her cloak to rest her palms on the wall behind her as she saw the twitch of a smile play on his lips....an odd smile, while his hand blocked the way to the exit...
The odd smile on his face grew wider after he had downed whatever had been in the bottle. The bottle slipped from his hands and the sound of it crashing to the floor made her jump slightly. Ione tried to think of ways to defend herself, but she had never really been taught anything. She had already deduced that he could outrun her, and was far stronger than she was. "I-I think I need to check on my shop..." was all she could come up with, pathetically enough. Her dark chocolate eyes never left Mirtha's as the back of his hand to her cheek stroking it. The touch was gentle, but there was something else....not like the gentle touches and caresses of Javier. There was a sort of demand in the way Mirtha touched her cheek.... ...as he drew in close to kiss her, Ione whimpered inside. Mirtha could do almost anything to her right now. She did not move from her place as her boots felt nailed to the floor, as he moved in closer yet, and she could smell wine on his breath. In her heart, Ione did not want to betray Javier and the promise they had made, but she had no energy to run past Mirtha to the exit. As hard as she tried not to betray Javier, Ione's body began to respond to Mirtha's touch on her cheek. Traitorus body... The young weaver cursed at her body for the response it gave back to Mirtha.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:04 PM Post #214 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 6:01 pm Lancelot The first knight, seated on the stool he'd dragged over, his nerves on tenterhooks, frowned at Neeve.
"I do not pride myself on much, lady," he snapped back, which of course was completely false...but the Sarmatian was feeling only worry for Arthur, and did not pay much attention to the meat of what Neeve was saying. We care for you, commander. We do. Too much.
Lancelot once again barked a laugh, but it was quickly replaced by a stern expression. He examined Neeve's work, and whistled. "Lovely, madam healer. A much better job than I could do." He cocked an arch eyebrow at Arthur, the borrowed tunic flapping about Lancelot as he leaned forward, appearing as if the knight was wearing raven's wings. His arm throbbed, but a lot less than before. He hoped Neeve would conveniently forget his injury, now that it was covered it and she couldn't readily see it. Lancelot touched Arthur's bare skin - the other man was still very hot to the touch and his eyes seemed clouded and weary - and not all there. "I think you need to rest, friend," Lancelot said, his tone quiet and calm; he figured if he were to sound like the voice of reason, Arthur might actually believe him. And then Lancelot could go and throttle that little Woad bitch that had made the commander's injury worse. And then Lancelot could sneak out and kill fucking Merlin himself. He was certain he could enlist the help of Tristan. "Arthur? How is it?" Lancelot found he didn't have to fake the concerned sound. He was concerned. He was beyond concerned, actually. His eyes flickered to Darya, who looked white and nervous. She still clenched at Arthur's hand, and for a moment, Lancelot could see why Arthur seemed attached to his kinswoman. She was nothing if not loyal and true. And therein lay the problem...amongst many others. Gods, but Lancelot was tired of thinking. He needed ale, and rest, and then revenge - although not necessarily in that order. But he also knew, knew in his heart, in his blood, in the deepest part of his brain that he kept hidden from everyone, he'd have to do some serious thinking if he wanted things in his life to be easier. Did he want things with Arthur to be as they had been - uncomforable, unhappy, angry - betrayal came to mind. Or...did he want something he'd been afraid to ever consider except for in fits and starts when he was in his cups? He grumbled something unintelligible in the Sarmatian tongue and scrubbed at his face with both hands. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:05 PM Post #215 |
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Author: linnet Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:20 pm Juna Somehow she’d lost sight of him in spite of having her attention focused on nothing but Merlin as he conferred with people at the far end of the camp. He must have moved out of the fires’ light and into the dark shadows without her even being aware of it, because one second she could see him and the next she couldn’t. Juna smiled at the thought of him being as stealthy and elusive as any of the young warriors, but sighed a little impatiently as she guessed that he was probably doing more conferring. Suddenly with no sound, as if out of thin air, she felt herself being grabbed around the waist from behind. She gasped in surprise and her muscles tensed, her heartbeat hiccupped from the shock. Then as the strong arm pulled her body back to touch his, and his head bent close between her neck and shoulder, she whispered, “Oh”. With the realization that it was Merlin, Juna’s tenseness gave way to a feeling of lightness, as if she would float away if not held. She let go of the blanket she’d been holding around her. It hung loosely from her shoulders. Her hand reached to touch his hand on her waist. Her head bent toward his, her hair slowly trailing over the side if his face. Every nerve that made contact with his person was charged with sensations unfamiliar to her.
She had stopped thinking, and was only feeling. His breath at her neck, his whispered words in her ear, his firm touch holding her close. “Yes,” she managed to say, softly. Her voice seemed far away. She may have been responding to his non-question or just to the magic of his presence. It didn’t matter. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:05 PM Post #216 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:46 pm Alina
The soldier didn't look drunk, he didn't sound drunk, and yet he managed to babble the riddled thoughts of a drunk man. What on Earth was he talking about? Should she remember him, and if so, why? A plump wench soon interrupted; Malcus kissed her and she dramatically sighed and went starry-eyed. If she hadn't been so tired and puzzled, Alina might have laughed at that. Instead she had to fight to control her gag-reflex. And to think, Alina had once had a job as a serving wench - surely she had never acted that way, had she? She suddenly felt blessed to having been taught about healing instead - it was definitely a much more respectable profession. "Right..." Alina replied flatly, the droning tone of her voice drowned out then by the fleeing footsteps of Malcus and the bouncy wench. She briefly exchanged glances with the other soldier that still remained at the table, but he merely offered a sheepish shrug of his shoulders and went back to his ale. Alina blew out a heavy sigh, brushed past the man, and exited the tavern with intent on walking back to Galahad's room. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:07 PM Post #217 |
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Author: Darya Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 2:09 am Neeve & Darya All three of them were looking at Arthur…concerned…caring…wondering… For a moment, Neeve pondered what an onlooker might think about this situation. However, she was pretty satisfied with her work on the Commander’s injury and dared to be confident that he would recover again. Just certainly not as soon as he wanted to…
The healer tilted her head a little and a corner of her mouth twitched slightly. “Oh, I have no doubt about that…”, she said and stood to move to the nearby table. It was time to prepare the paste that should soothe the skin about the suture. And some tea to lower the fever, the Briton added in thought… Meanwhile Darya felt that she could not sit any longer…especially not in a rather crooked position. It caused a light yet uncomfortable traction in her belly area and she blinked furiously to keep her focus on Arthur. But the strategy did not work out for long. When the healer finally finished her work, Darya carefully lifted Arthur’s hand a bit and briefly pressed her lips to its back before standing from her chair and walking a few small steps. She felt tensed…the small cut on her left upper arm still stung and all in all, the Sarmatian just wanted to curl up by Arthur’s side and hold him close; hold him close enough to tell him about all the things that had happened during his absence…what she had found out during his absence. Stiffly, the woman raked a hand through her long dark hair and closed her eyes for a moment before glancing over to the others again…
Neeve gave Lancelot a brief mock bow. “Which is why I am the healer and you are the knight…”, she then replied with a wink, “yet your first tending to the wound was good, Lancelot. Even though I am sure it took you a lot to talk our dear Commander into actually letting someone do something…right?” With that, the healer’s blue gaze was on the Roman again. There was no accuse in her eyes…yet probably a mild scolding… “Both of you can be so incredibly stubborn…thus I guess that was an interesting debate…”, Neeve added before starting to mash some dried Beggar’s Button in a bowl. With some water and the rest of the Scouring Rush oil, this should make a fine paste to help Arthur’s wound to heal properly… But what had she brought that could be used for the tea? There had not been much left to pick from in the infirmary’s storeroom in the first place…and then she had trusted the page boy to bring everything of that. Frowning, Neeve scanned the small collection of herbs on the table…until her eyes finally spotted a handful of Meadow Clary. The healer pursed her lips. Certainly not the first choice to help against Arthur’s fever, but it would do…it had to. “Uhm…Darya, right?”, the raven-haired then addressed the other woman, whose eyes immediately snapped up, “…would you mind heating up some water over the fire? I will need it for the tea that our dear Commander will drink shortly… Am I not right, Arthur?” With that, blue eyes lingered mercilessly on the weakened Roman once more, implying clearly that this was not up for discussion. Darya, however, hesitated for a moment…but then nodded. “Sure…”, she murmured and then also looked at Arthur once more, almost afraid to move further away from his side…but then picked up the pot and did as the healer had asked. As the female Sarmatian stood by the fire, waiting for the water in the pot to boil, she stared into the flames and unconsciously kneaded her hands, glad that for this moment no one could see how much she had to struggle to not just cry silently. She did not want to…she had no real reason to… After all, Arthur and Lancelot had returned alive…more or less… And yet, the shock of how badly injured Arthur was seemed to have been the straw that broke the camel’s back…or at least threatened to do so. The dark-haired was exhausted, she did not know how to deal with her new condition, she did not know when and how to tell Arthur about it, she was still upset about Guinevere and Merlin…and by the Gods, she even wanted to tell Lancelot that she was glad to see him back alive…and again did not know how or if she really should do so… “Lancelot, would you mind handing me the bowl with the rest of the Scouring Rush, please? That is what I have given to you earlier…for your injury…”, Neeve addressed the First Knight after a while, “…I need it to finish the salve…” The healer then paused and briefly glanced over to Darya, who was still standing by the fire…but then focussed on Arthur once more. “And you will rest and sleep then…for quite a while I might add…” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:08 PM Post #218 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 10:22 am Merlin
It was marvelous, the way she leaned back against him, tilting her head towards him, giving in to his touch! Quite satisfied with that reaction- remembering how he had thought about wanting that to happen as he watched her from across the camp- Merlin snugged her in a little closer for a moment, just standing there, holding that position. Her hair floated across his face, blown by the light wind; the snow still lightly dusting them was completely shut out by the warmth between their bodies. He almost could have stood like that forever- but fatigue prevented that. He needed rest, and no doubt so did she. "Come," he murmurred, coming around to her side without breaking the contact between them, and beginning to walk her over in the direction of his little shelter. He did hesitate about halfway there, though- was it possible he was pushing things too fast? Juna had been so pliable against him, so caught up in that moment- but still, this was all rather sudden...and really, he hadn't, in that moment, necessarily meant "bed" to imply sex. It could...but it didn't have to. He had meant it at its most literal- that they ought to go rest together. But did she know that? He paused in his tracks, turning to look at her, while keeping his arm around her waist, where it seemed to belong. "I didn't mean...well, not that I didn't, but..." his gesture towards his shelter faltered in midair, and his words suddenly wadded themselves up on his tongue- almost like he was a very young man again, still in awe of women and uncertain around them. He hadn't felt that lack of confidence in a long time. He took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts and his words. "I just meant I'd like to lie down next to you," he concluded in a much more put-together voice, leaning towards her and pressing a kiss to her forehead- a chaste kiss, for now, but with enough promise to hint at more than that. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:12 PM Post #219 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 11:18 am Arthur The worst of it was over, or so Arthur silently prayed as Neeve completed the stitching and finished cleaning his wound. But the fact that his head still felt out of sorts and his vision continued to waver had the Roman quite concerned…he had much to do and could not afford to be sequestered in his quarters for much longer. Weary emerald eyes turned to Darya as the Sarmatian pressed a kiss to Arthur’s knuckles. He attempted to return a smile at her before she stood and moved away….and in her place; Lancelot leaned in to apparently examine Neeve’s fine work. Having the two of them here was both a blessing and a curse for Arthur. And even through his pain induced haze, Arthur could sense tension – something was off – Neeve’s added presence was probably forbidding one or both of them to fully speak their minds here…and at the moment, Arthur was actually grateful for the appearance of peace between Lancelot and Darya. The Roman’s gaze followed his lover as the Sarmatian moved to the hearth….the lines in his brow thickened in concern. What is it? She does not appear injured.
Lancelot’s voice and his fingers on Arthur’s flesh brought his focus back to his lieutenant and to Neeve’s movements as she presumably prepared a salve. Arthur had heard the honest concern in Lancelot’s tone and thus allowed his expression to soften as he looked over at his closest friend. Arthur was finding that he no longer had the energy to hide his pain and weakness….especially in front of Lancelot and Darya.
“You would have been well entertained had you been present, Neeve, you know us both well,” Arthur slightly shook his head before allowing a small smirk over at Lancelot. His lieutenant had been adamant about seeing to Arthur’s wound when Lancelot should have been seeing to the rest of the men last night….but Arthur could not deny he had been grateful for Lancelot’s attentions and his stubbornness. And the time spent alone together had given them both an opportunity to mend things between them. A most welcome thing for Arthur.
“Better….do not concern yourself,” Arthur answered quietly and raised a hand to place it reassuringly upon Lancelot’s knee. The physical contact a small thing, but gave Arthur comfort and strength….oddly similar to Darya’s reassuring touch moments ago. Damn, but he could not think on that now. Arthur blew out a breath and allowed his shoulders to slump.
“Dispensing orders most efficiently….you would make a fine officer, Neeve,” Arthur quipped although he offered only an appreciative, albeit weak, smile to the healer. Perhaps tea would clear his head and thus would allow Arthur to get on with his duties. He released Lancelot’s kneecap in order to scrub at his stubbled face unknowingly mirroring Lancelot’s movements.
“Time is a virtue that I do not have, Neeve. I cannot lay idle in my bed while the threat of another attack still exists,” Arthur’s tone was that of a Roman Commander as he spoke, but his body refused to back it up. Arthur had to quickly brace himself with both hands on the edge of the bed to steady himself upright. Frustrated, a few curse words in Latin slipped out of his mouth before Arthur could quiet his anger. He could not simply send Lancelot in his stead to Merlin….the Woad leader would kill the First Knight on sight…if Lancelot didn’t kill Merlin first. No, Arthur must do this and do it tonight before resting….but his head throbbed, his eyes could no longer focus properly and despite Neeve’s ministrations, the dagger wound continued to angrily remind Arthur of why he could not perform his duties just yet. Derfel Linnesse proceeded to place the most wonderful little kisses across Derfel’s face while pressing even closer against him; eliciting a soft groan from his throat. By the gods, how he’d missed her. And his body instantly responded to her intimate caresses, his groin annoyingly and inappropriately making itself known as Derfel deeply inhaled Linnesse’s sweet scent.
“You, my love, are making it hard for me to ‘think’ right now,” Derfel teased with a bit of a sparkle in his blue eyes. But Linnesse had been ill and he had much to tell her. She even appeared to be looking up at him most expectantly…how could he refuse to talk now? Thus Derfel silently willed his body to calm itself. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat and allowed his expression to turn serious again. “I suppose I should tell this from the beginning….as it happened while we were still a day’s ride out from Segedunum,” Derfel began as he let his mind’s eye go back in time in order to share what all had transpired since he’d been away from Linnesse. The fingers of one hand unconsciously toyed with a long strand of Linnesse’s hair as he continued. “Tristan caught one of the scouts from the Saxon camp and he knew me, Linnesse….he knew who I was,” Derfel’s eyes widened as he recounted meeting Stian. “Seems I have…had…a younger brother,” He sighed still shocked by the news and by the fact that Stian had ended up dead before Derfel had even had the chance to know him. “But even more surprising….you will never believe who was leading the invasion….” Derfel slightly shook his head and bit at his bottom lip; brows stitching together in apprehension. Could Linnesse accept that she was betrothed to a Saxon King’s son? The Saxons had threatened to conquer all of Britain and everything they had here on this island. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:14 PM Post #220 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 1:15 pm Fiona A light snow was now coming down, the slight rain that had been falling now turning gently into the light flakes that clung to Fiona's already damp clothing, making her shiver slightly. She had barely noticed the rain when she had been talking to the knight in front of her, too intent on telling him why Brianna had just suddenly disappeared. The woad had no idea if her sister would ever return to the fort, even to see Gawain, and she didn't want to spend too much time dwelling on the fact that she felt, almost, alone now. Brianna had been such a great companion, all throughout the young woman's life and she felt like her sister was someone who understood her, even when it came to her not wanting to fight in battles. It wasn't typical of a woad not to be a warrior and she didn't think that any of the other woads understood her reasons why she didn't want to fight, unlike Brianna. Fiona knew she would miss that support, and just the simple presence of the blonde woad.
Fiona's dark blue eyes searched his, her expression serious. She was incredibly willing to help him but she would take his words to heart about not putting herself in danger. But, whatever she could do without causing trouble or harm to anyone, then she would. She knew he was hurt; anyone could tell just by looking at him and she had become increasingly aware in the past few minutes just how much what she had said was affecting him. The young woman felt instantly guilty for what she had told him, but it was something that had needed to be said, no matter how much she didn't want to hurt him - she owed her sister, and even the knight, that much. She honestly didn't know now what he would do and to be honest, she was too shy to ask, especially since his business was his own. Brianna had been his lover and she had left him and it would be hard for both of them, after what Fiona had seen when the two were together. The woad took in his sad smile and she returned it with a small one of her own, the corners of her mouth upturned just slightly as she nodded in thanks. Fiona knew that what he said about the fort was true, that it was dangerous at night and her thoughts briefly drifted to Adian and the night that he had helped her from an attack. She wondered if he had ever made it back from the woad camp or if he was still out there somewhere. She could only hope that he was safe. The sun was only just beginning to set and Fiona realized that she was starting to grow hungry once again. "I need to head to the tavern," she spoke quietly, know that from there, it would be pretty easy for her to get to Vanora and Bors' home, after she got something to eat and drink. "If you wouldn't mind," the woad added at the end. She didn't want to inconveniece Gawain at all if he wanted to go somewhere else instead of walking her but if he didn't mind, she knew she wouldn't mind his company at all. They had something in common, with her sister gone and she would work hard to find a way for him to get in touch with her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:15 PM Post #221 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 1:26 pm Mirtha Ione took steps backwards until there was no more space between her and wall behind... and no more space between Mirtha and her. Her palms pressed into the wall and he could see her trying to get distance from him, but not geting any. Mirtha contiuned to smile and lean over to her. At the sound of broken glass woman jumped slightly. Was she scared? Mirtha did not care right now, he wanted her right now... and his smile and touches betrayed his need. As Thorn had rejected him earlier today and then wanted to give herself away, but the god damned Woads interupting them Mirtha felt somehow in need to finish what he had started... no matter with who, and Ione was close at hand... And besides she looked nice... so gentle. He could see plainly fear upon her face, and this made him restrain him only slightly from kissing her only touched her cheek right now, stroked it gently. He would not take her if she will not want to.
He smiled wider as she tried to speak of something.... in the same time her body started to respond to him. He shook slightly his head and bowed his head this time allowing himself to kiss her... passionatly but still tried to be gently. His foot moved towards her and his body went even closer to her. Her breasts made contact with his chest and his other hand went to rest upon her hip. This was enough... He did not care... Why the hell he should? He did not care about anything right now. He just wanted her... he wanted her body... He was in deep need and once he broke the contact with her mouth he looked into her eyes and in the blink of the eye kissed her once more... while lifted her in his arms... "Stay..." he murmured and walked with her in his arms once more kissing her., his steps taking them into stables loft. The best place - his drunk mind figirued out. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:16 PM Post #222 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 2:53 pm Ione He was close to her now, and she knew that she was trapped...not really knowing what would happen if she had tried to escape. The way he looked at her....Ione cursed her own body for betraying Javier. In her heart, Ione never would have betrayed him. Not in a million years. But the proximity from Mirtha to herself....his masculine scent mixed with the smells of fresh hay....The way her body responded to Mirtha confused and frightened her. Ione felt her body change as his hand touched her cheek...her eyes searching his.... Then, Ione felt his lips on hers in a passionate kiss that tasted of sweet wine. His feet moved closer to her, and she could feel his body pressing against hers. Ione's whole body tingled with a feeling she had so desperately tried to hide: that feeling of betrayal. Would Javier understand? The love they felt for each other was still as fresh as the day they had professed it to each other. A feeling her body craved right now, whether out of fear, or not knowing what would happen if she refused him. Her lips tentivly responded at first, then gradually left her lips respond to his though it did not feel natural.... Ione had not felt his hand on her hip at first, but then she could feel the firm grip he had on her. Her heart sank as her body took from Mirtha and, in doing so, had betrayed the only man who truly loved her. A tear streamed down her cheek...then another.... Oh god...forgive me my beloved...I had no choice: either have him kill me for not giving him what he wanted, or ....or... She had come to the conclusion that Mirtha did not care for her....he cared for no one as far as she could tell. As Mirtha looked into Ione's dark eyes again, he swept her up off the floor and held her cradled in his arms. Ione gasped in shock and surprise, her arms hanging at her sides, and her long dark auburn hair cascading down behind her. Mirtha bent his head to kiss her again, as he told her to stay. Stay? Do I really have a choice now? You have caused me to betray Javier, Mirtha...I do not have the power to fight you...may the gods curse you for what I think you will do....
Turning her head, Ione saw where he was taking them....his footsteps sounding heavy on the stairs leading to the loft as he kissed her...though they were not kisses of love and passion, but more of want and need. She felt him set her hapazardly in an abandoned chair he must have used to rest in, she guessed. Ione stared at him a bit self conscious that her dress under her cloak had ripped when he had picked her up.... Either way, there was no escape. Looking up into his eyes, Ione reached up, and held the top of her cloak shut feeling very uneasy. If only Javier was here. He had come to her rescue before, but now he was in Spain, and she had no one to defend her... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:18 PM Post #223 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 5:50 pm Linnesse
Mmm, what a delicious sparkle in his eyes! Linnesse giggled and nudged her thigh, subtly but pointedly, against his groin, letting him know she had noted his state- but then she relaxed and waited for him to begin his story instead. He wanted to tell her this, and it wasn't her intent to distract him too much. Not now, when she was as tired as this, and when there so much to be said.
"A brother?" Linnesse repeated, her eyes going even wider, with shock and disbelief now. A brother? Well...it was not impossible, she supposed. Derfel was a Saxon by birth, of course- but he had lived in Britain since he was a small child. How would any brother recognize him? How was it even possible? And how awful for Derfel! Fighting against his own countrymen had had to be hard enough to reconcile himself to, without bringing even close ties of blood into it! And the way he had used the word "had"...this brother, however he had managed to know Derfel, must be dead. Linnesse's face shifted into an expression of consternation and sympathy; her hand, which had rested loosely on his waist, came around to his back and rubbed up and down soothingly a few times, before that, too, became rather tiring and she stilled her hand again, as he went on.
"It...it was their king, surely?" she asked, blinking at him a bit confusedly. Who else would it be? She had heard others mention a Saxon King before the expedition went out, though she could not recall him ever being given a name. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:20 PM Post #224 |
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Author: linnet Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:30 pm Juna
Juna stopped when he did. As he finished speaking she turned to face him, taking a half step back to put a little distance between them, without moving away from his hold around her waist. She smiled at his rather awkward ambivalent words that danced around the subject of sex. Looking off in the distance for a minute, she tried to gather her thoughts before saying anything. No longer smiling, she turned her eyes back to meet his. “Merlin, I’m not a young girl. I can’t feign ignorance or innocence. I can’t play coy or be flirtatious. I can only be open and honest about my feelings, now that they’re known to you. For years and years I hoped against hope for a moment with you just like this. Nothing more. Just being with you, having you close. And it’s better than I had even dreamed. It can sustain me many more years if need be.” Her dark eyes were filled with affection, still focused on his. She reached her hand to float her fingertips lightly along his brow, tracing slowly over his temple and down the side of his face, before barely brushing across his lips. “I don’t know what is in store for the thing that is you and I. But for now at least, you take the lead and I will follow - however you want it to be," she said before adding quietly with a soft smile, "So come and just lie down next to me, my love.” Gawain
“No, of course I don’t mind,” Gawain said. “I think I even know the way.” It was a dumb half-hearted joke, but Fiona had sadness about her that the knight hoped to ease. Escorting her and trying to make her feel better were something to do, to put off his own distress. He started toward the tavern with her, forcing his mind to stay on what he was doing now, not what had happened. Just talking to the quiet girl helped with that. He apologized to her for his disgusting appearance since he was still in the same clothing, still unwashed, from whatever day they had left for Segedunum. If he’d have been thinking clearly, he would have asked her about the Woad raid on the fort, but he wasn’t thinking clearly. When they reached the tavern entrance, he stopped. “Thank you for telling me what you know, and for wanting to help, Fiona,’ he said to the young woman. “I know it’s harder here for you now without your sister. If you need any help with anything, let me know. Do you know where to find me?” He held the tavern door open for her to go in. “Goodnight, then,” he said kindly, turning and walking away. He wasn’t going inside. He wasn’t up to facing anyone with questions about where Brianna was, why she wasn’t with him like always. Besides, he’d just realized he had no coins to even buy a drink. He’d left all the money he owned behind with Bri so she could buy meals and anything else she might want while he was gone. No doubt it had all disappeared along with her, he thought. No woman, no coins. Shit, he was miserable. He tried to organize in his mind what he needed to do this night. Right now he couldn’t get beyond going to his room, where he hoped to find a message. He wasn’t aware of the snow that fell as he walked toward the knights’ quarters. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 01:21 PM Post #225 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Fri Apr 18, 2008 10:55 am Derfel Derfel was certainly grateful for Linnesse’s patience and soothing support as he rattled on about the events of the previous week. Both Dagonet and Gawain had been very supportive as well, thank the gods….and Gedeon had sympathized and offered his advice when Derfel had been faced with a brother he’d never met….and then Gedeon had fallen at the battle and Derfel had found himself lost again until now. Now that he was home and in the arms of the woman that he loved and who loved him….unconditionally. But he’d not even told Linnesse the part that had truly astonished Derfel the most. And rocked his whole world to the core.
“Indeed…it was,” Derfel answered in confirmation and then sighed as his expression changed over to something darker. He had to hold onto hope that Linnesse would still want him after learning who his father had been…the man responsible for Gedeon’s death. Perhaps not directly as Aelle had not personally taken her brother in law’s life…but the invasion led by Derfel’s father had been the circumstance that had taken Gedeon’s life. “The King’s name was Aelle…..and he…was my father,” Derfel finally managed to say it and looked to Linnesse with hesitant and troubled blue eyes. “I didn’t know….mother never told me he was the king…I only thought he was the leader of our village….I….” Derfel attempted to remember the details of his father’s position among the people living in his village as a child, but he couldn’t ever remember hearing his father called ‘king’ anything. But that was nearly fifteen summers ago now. And pointless to fuss about now. Aelle was gone…..all that Derfel had left was a sword, a ring and an ornate necklace. And a memory. “I watched him die, Linnesse….he knew my face…he…” Derfel stumbled over the words as the poinient few moments on that battlefield flooded his thoughts again. If only he had reached Aelle and Arthur sooner….if only he’d had the chance to mediate between the two men. If only….gods, Derfel would go mad with ‘if only’. His gaze dropped from Linnesse’s face to some nondescript spot between them….and he fought to go on telling her the rest. What if she would now renounce him? |
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