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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,971 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 1:29 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Leg is pretty good…didn’t give me any trouble. Are you
sure you want to hear all this tonight, luv? You need
your rest…it can wait till mornin’…honest. But if you're
up for it now…I sure do need help in making sense of it
all…”


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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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...

Ione
 
"Er...yes....it is late, Mirtha..."


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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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...

Mirtha
 
"No.... it isn't" "Stay..."


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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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.

Neeve
 
“Just do not pride yourself on this, Lancelot…And we’ll
get back on this later, won’t we? And I would not call
it conspiring …we care for you, Commander…”


"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.

Arthur
 
“I have felt better,"


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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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.

Merlin
 
"Come to bed."


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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Author: sabor ice
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:46 pm
Alina


Malcus
 
Too bad you don't remember me, love."


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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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…

Arthur
 
“I have felt better,”


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…

Lancelot
 
"Lovely, madam healer. A much better job than I could
do."


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 10:22 am
Merlin


Juna
 
"Yes."


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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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
 
"Lovely, madam healer. A much better job than I could
do…I think you need to rest, friend,"


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.

Neeve
 
“Which is why I am the healer and you are the knight…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? Both of you can be so incredibly
stubborn…thus I guess that was an interesting debate…”


“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.

Lancelot
 
"Arthur? How is it?"


“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.

Neeve
 
“Uhm…Darya, right? …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?”


Darya
 
“Sure…”


“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.

Neeve
 
“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…I need it to finish
the salve…And you will rest and sleep then…for quite a
while I might add…”


“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.

Linnesse
 
"Go on- tell me,"


“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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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.

Gawain
 
“I don’t want you to put yourself in any danger, Fiona.
But if you do think of a way to get a message to her,
let me know. Let me walk you to wherever you should be
now instead of standing here in the cold with me. This
place can get pretty dangerous after dark."


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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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.

Ione
 
"I-I think I need to check on my shop..."


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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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....

Mirtha
 
"Stay..."


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 5:50 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“You, my love, are making it hard for me to think right
now."


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.

Derfel
 
“I suppose I should tell this from the beginning…as it
happened while we were still a day’s ride out from
Segedunum. Tristan caught one of the scouts from the
Saxon camp and he knew me, Linnesse…he knew who I was.
Seems I have…had…a younger brother."


"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.

Derfel
 
“But even more surprising…you will never believe who was
leading the invasion…”


"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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Author: linnet
Date: Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:30 pm
Juna


Merlin
 
"I didn't mean...well, not that I didn't, but... I just
meant I'd like to lie down next to you."


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

Fiona
 
"I need to head to the tavern. If you wouldn't mind."


“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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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.

Linnesse
 
"It...it was their king, surely?"


“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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