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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:05 PM Post #256 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:33 pm Gawain Gawain walked into the busy tavern, and without sitting down, intercepted the first serving girl that he encountered. He knew her. He knew all the women that worked here by name. “Millie,” he said, reaching for her arm to stop her as she hurried to deliver beakers of ale to her customers, “I want a very large jug full of your foul tasting wine.” “Sure, Gawain,” the harried woman replied, looking at him curiously, “where’s…..?” “Quick,” the knight interrupted brusquely before she could finish her question. Mille hurried off, depositing the ales at a table of legionnaires before disappearing into the back room. Gawain waited impatiently, trying to stay close to the door and inconspicuous. He hoped that in the bustle of the place, no one he knew would notice him. He had no desire to explain anything to anyone. Millie returned with a sufficiently large jug. He raised it to his mouth, took a swig, and made a face at the sour taste. It would do fine. “How much?” he asked Millie. “And charge me for the jug too.” She told him the price, and took the coins he handed her. “Are you alright?” she asked, since obviously he wasn’t. But the normally friendly man acted like he didn’t even hear her, so she shook her head and continued working the tables. Gawain actually hadn’t heard Millie’s last question, because in spite of trying not to look around at who was in the tavern, he’d noticed Tristan sitting all alone at a table near the far side. Tristan, of course, had seen him and caught his eye. The scout motioned a silent question – the question. Gawain shrugged a ‘beats me where she is’ answer. He hesitated, wondering if he should go sit with Tristan, rather than get rip-roaring drunk all alone as he was planning to do. He didn’t think he felt like talking, and Tristan would be the perfect companion, since the tattooed knight neither expected nor felt obligated to contribute when it came to talk. It was almost tempting, but the fact that there were so many other people around, and this wasn’t going to be pretty, convinced Gawain to go it alone. He nodded at Tristan, turned, and left with his wine. He couldn’t face sitting in his room. It was way too depressing. So the blond knight climbed the steps to the top of the fort’s ramparts. He found a place out of the way of the night watch detail, and sat on the stone ledge. He took a deep drink from the jug, again making a face as it went down. He didn’t like wine, always drank ale, but he knew wine was stronger stuff, and he didn’t have all night to get this done. With his cloak wrapped around him, he proceeded to drink, trying not to think. But he found himself looking out toward the north, the forests of the Woads, and wondering just what he had done wrong. The contents of the jug gradually dwindled, as he was determined to consume enough so that he couldn’t feel anything in his arm, or any other part of him. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:17 PM Post #257 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:12 am Tristan Across the room, having just collected a jug of wine from a serving girl, Gawain merely shrugged in response to Tristan's silent question. The other knight hesitated for a moment, and Tristan thought he was maybe going to come over and join him- but no. He seemed to make up his mind, nodded an unmistakeable farewell in Tristan's direction, then turned and left the tavern with his jug of wine- alone. So maybe Brianna had left him- gone back to her forest, or whatever. Woads- you couldn't trust them for anything. And still no sign of the blonde woman. Shifting restlessly in his chair, Tristan spun the knife one last time, and got down. Go to bed. That one was a satisfactory answer at this point. He was getting tired, and it was stupid to become attached to the idea of bedding that one barely-glimpsed woman, anyway. It would be better for him to go and get some sleep. He pushed his chair back from the table, stood with a bone-cracking stretch, and fished in his pouch for a coin to pay for his last mug of ale. The serving girl who had provided it was a couple of tables away; he wound his way over to her and, reaching around her, dropped the coin silently down her ample cleavage. She started, and turned towards him with a half-formed exclamation on her lips- but she had barely enough time to recognize him from his retreating back and realize what the money was for. Tristan was already gone, off to his own bed and solitude. Centurion Quintus He had meant to just check in quickly with the dungeon guards before going to bed. Some of his squad was assigned to duty there in the coming days, and since thay had been gone for a while, he thought it wise to ask and see if there were any unusual situations he needed to be aware of. Well, besides Arthur's Woad prisoner who supposedly planned to lead him to Merlin- he already knew about that. So he expected a fairly short and uneventful conversation, and was surprised to find when he arrived at the entrance to the dungeons that no one was standing at the usual post at all. "Guard?" Quintus called questioningly down the corridor, then a little louder when the first brought no response. There was another guard post farther down, of course, but someone should be here, at the entrance. Not to have anyone was a serious breach of discipline, not to mention security. Growling irritably, Quintus snatched the nearest lantern from its hook and began to make his way down the corridor, heading for the second guard post, and vowing inside to see that the first guard, whoever's squad he was on, was flayed alive for leaving his post. He had not gone far, though, when he discovered the true reason for the guard's absence- one of the cell doors was open, and obvious sounds of a struggle came from inside it. Quintus yanked the door fully open and held up his lantern, immediately disgusted by what he saw. The guard who should have been at the entrance, rutting on top of no less than the Woad prisoner they had brought in that very day. Quintus sprang forward, crossing the cell in one stride, snatching the man up by the back of his collar, and throwing him up against the cell wall with his pants down around his knees. "Stupid bastard," Quintus growled at him, twisting his fist into the front of the man's collar now, tightening the material at his neck. "Something more important than being at your post, soldier? Huh?" The Centurion brough his knee up savagely into the man's groin, then pushed him out the cell door even as he squealed and doubled over with pain. He went sprawling on the stone floor of the corridor outside, whimpering, but Quintus had absolutely no sympathy for that kind of behavior. Slacking off on duty put everyone in danger. "Get up. Back to your post." He aimed a kick at the man's ribs; the guard wisely scrambled to his feet before it connected fully and scuttled up the corridor as fast as he could, still bent over and holding his crotch, with Quintus stallking behind like an avenging angel- after he had slammed and bolted the cell door, of course. It wouldn't do for the prisoner to get out in all this confusion. And she was still alive- the Centurion had seen her move as he had hauled the guard off her, and that was good enough for him. Putting the fear of God back in this useless, pathetic excuse for a soldier was his whole goal now. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:18 PM Post #258 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 10:59 am Malcus Barbattus Malcus cursed himself as he approached the dungeons. If he hadn't been so distracted by his lust, he would have made this last check sooner and would be sleeping soundly in his bed by now, dreaming of chubby wenches. Just one quick check on the woad and then he could rest his now weary body. When Malcus walked through the gates, he knew immediately that something was off. Where was the guard? The commander withdrew his daggers, one on each hip, just as Quintus came into view, shoving the guard in front of him. Both men froze with surprise when they saw Barbattus. "What the bloody fuck is going on here?" the commander screamed. At the same time, he noticed the guard struggling to hold up his pants...no....struggling to pull up his pants. Malcus charged up to both men in a flash and demanded to know what was going on. "What the flaming hell are you two doing? Having a poke at each other?" he shrieked, wide-eyed. The guard stammered and sputtered which only angered Malcus even more. Barbattus looked to Quintus who gave the commander a quick count of what happened. Malcus was furious. He balled his fists and clenched his teeth. He looked at Quintus and said eerily calm, "Well done, you're dismissed. I will handle this from here." Barbattus closed the gap between the guard and himself. He put his face so closely to the guard's that had he puckered his lips, they would have kissed. Malcus was enraged. He could've given less than a damn about that woad bitch but the Roman deplored rape and would not tolerate it from his men. Malcus detested any man who could take from a woman - any woman - forcibly. Arthur had placed the prisoner under the watch of Malcus' men and the guard had acted dishonorably. Oh, how he would pay for that. Malcus grinned at the thought of punishing him. "Wanna fuck, do ya?" Malcus snarled, "Can't be trusted, eh?" his dark eyes flashed, his fatigue and need for sleep completely forgotten. "You have betrayed Commander Castus, me and your duties and for that, you will be severely punished." The guard began to sob. "Stand there," Malcus ordered him. The guard stood where Malcus told him to. "Don't move or you will die." Then Barbattus walked toward the cell to check on the prisoner, cursing the whole way. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:19 PM Post #259 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:13 pm Quintus
"Aye, sir," Quintus snapped out the acknowledgement with crisp military precision, accompanied by a salute. Even worse luck for this hapless man- to come upon Barbattus himself even as they reached the guard post where the man ought to have been stationed. He would catch it now- and good thing. This kind of fooling around while on duty was absolutely inexcusable. Quintus shot the guard a further glare as he moved past, now on his way out of the dungeons. Clearly this was the excitement of the night- nothing else going on that his men would need to know about. "You're lucky you're not on my squad, soldier," he muttered evilly as he passed. In reality, he was sure that whatever punishment Barbattus meted out would be just as harsh- but it never hurt to scare a man who thought he could get away with such nonsense. But Barbattus would set him straght. Satisfied that the matter was being taken care of, Quintus left the dungeons in a swirl of red cloak and set off across the courtyard again, towards his room and some much-needed rest before the dawn came. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:20 PM Post #260 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 1:48 pm Mirtha
This moment... this place.. at this time.. Mirtha felt like his world stopped in this moment and that this was the place where his whole life was leading him.. To have this.. To have a beautiful woman naked in front of him, waiting for his touches.. waiting for him to do something to enter her and just make love to her. And that thought made him aroused. This awaited pleasure. He had not noticed that she turned her head to look at him, he had closed his eyes feeling her hips rocking gently, her skin against his tremlbing cock.
He was surprised that she took his hand and put the fingers he had in her into her own mouth.. he moaned to it. His other hand went to her shoulder to pull her closer to him... to enter her deeper. He applied more speed to his hips movement and felt his lenght grow larger. When he felt himself coming he shook his head and left her body quickly... Turned her around and put her to sit on the chair... took her legs and rised them to his hips as she could wrap them around his waist and once more entered her this time he moved his hips even faster and brought his one hand to her breast, the other one to her thigh. He felt he was close... And in the moment his groin exploded with his warm seed he cried out loud and threw his head backwards. Few more quick thrusts and looked into her eyes to see if she was enjoying this also... He came fast, but it was because he had not a woman for a long time. "Ione..." he whispered and smiled while he closed his eyes slowly tasting the moment. "I'm glad you have stayed..." he murmured with innocent smile. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:20 PM Post #261 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 2:07 pm Brendyn Brendyn listened to her respond to his questions, or had he? CHills made him shiver, and he was beyond tired, but then there was Tatiana...he could not recall the last time he had been with any woman...except Veronica. His dark blue eyes held Tatiana's, lifting his lips from her skin. "Tyranus will make himself known. He needs no introduction...though if you wish it, it will be my pleasure..." Brendyn's lips went back to the delicate skin of her hand, but noticed that the sleeve of her shirt was in the way. The soldier lifted his head, and brought his hands up to hold her head gently to one side to run hot kisses lightly up and down her neck...then lower to her shoulder. His hands followed, untying the tie that held the tunic closed, and brushing it off her shoulders, then just letting it drop to her waist.... By heavens! Tatiana was a beauty. Brendyn broke the kiss and just looked at her bare upper body in the light of the fire wondering how such a woman could be without a man. He looked at her to see if he should continue, but her breasts were tempting him. Still one could hold the glance while continuing the act. Raising both hands, Brendyn began to gently rub the soft globes...bringing his fingers in every once in a while to tease and pinch the nipples playfully... What was she thinking right now? Perhaps he should have asked before "inviting himself to the feast", but Tatiana...just her presence tempted him alluringly. Brendyn felt her shiver, but he continued to look at her, "Should I continue, m'lady, or would you rather I stopped..." The question was not unfounded, for he had only just met her, and now he was gazing at the most tempting body he had seen in a long, long time. He had kept Tatiana's breeches, and boots on as he had not had permission to go further. His fingers made light circles around her slowly arousing nipples... He could imagine himself taking one into his mouth and suckling it hard...
Brendyn looked at her still half dressed body, and then lifted his eyes to hers. He felt his body change readying itself for her, "I want you to feel shivers, Tatiana...I want you to feel these sensations...." He had no idea what time it was, but even a few hours with her was more than enough. Perhaps there'd be other times for them though he was not ready to commit yet....perhaps as friends... "Tatiana, I want you to touch me...move naturally...." Brendyn moved back from her slightly to see what she'd do.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:21 PM Post #262 |
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Author: linnet Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 2:10 pm Juna
It surprised Juna that Merlin would say those words, but not that he felt weary of it all. She had at times wondered if he was merely stubborn, or actually delusional, to continue sending his people to be slaughtered in a brave but hopeless cause. The wars had been going on ever since she had known him. The lost battles and lost lives had far outnumbered the occasional victories. As he looked at her, she could see the sadness and look of emptiness in his eyes. And as he rested his head on her shoulder, she reached to touch him in a gesture of understanding, an offer of comfort. But before her hand made contact, he straightened and quickly grabbed her around the waist. With gentle strength he laid her on her side over the fragrant boughs of his bed, as she laughed softly in surprise. His body was nestled against her back, conforming perfectly to her shape. Her hand covered his as it rested at her waist. She felt totally comfortable, safe, almost as if she was being protected.
Juna nodded slowly to indicate both that she understood and that it was good. It was a small hope that ending this disastrous attack and going home could bring a time of peace – could keep Merlin out of danger. She lay still for a few minutes, just experiencing the warming contact of his body, the rise and fall of his breathing against her back. She thought that soon they would both fall asleep easily. “Merlin,“ she said very softly, in case he had already drifted off. “In spite of all my criticizing of your wars, I’ve always believed that you are a good man. An extraordinary and good man.” Then she added with a whisper, “Sleep well.” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:22 PM Post #263 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 2:37 pm Ione Ione had never felt anything so extraordinary than what Mirtha was doing to her now. Her movements matched his as he gently rocked against her. She licked her lips and brought her head back letting her hair fall like a vail over her upper body. He was good. It made her feel wicked as she turned to watch his powerful thrusts. 'mmmm...' Ione licked the last of her juices from his fingers, and he had seen her do it. She smiled temptingly at him, as his hand pulled her closer allowing him to enter her deeper. Ione gasped softly moving her head from side to side slowly...a light sheen of sweat layering her skin. Mirtha sped up, and she matched that speed as best as she could. Mirtha was growing harder....then he pulled out of her. Ione laughed softly as he turned her around, and sat her in the chair. Now, she could see how hard he had become. Mirtha took her legs and she slid forward in the chair to wrap her legs about his waist. He entered her again, and this time, moved a bit faster with one hand on her aroused breast, and the other on her thigh. She rocked her hips, feeling her release coming close as well. She moaned softly as she watched him. Oh, she was close... With a few more thrusts, Ione gasped and closed her eyes...her mouth opened slightly as she felt entrance squeeze tightly about his cock. She brought her hands to hold on to him while he made three more thrusts emptying himself into her. Ione fell back on the chair bathed in pleasure and sweat as she panted for air. Ione hoped that Mirtha was pleased with her. She could still feel him straining inside her...
'Mirtha...I am glad I stayed as well...Please don't let this be the only time for us...' Ione said softly, her breathing slowing down gradually. Looking out the window, she knew it had to be a few hours until dawn. One of her arms that had enfolded him came to the front and her hand snaked down to where he was still buried inside her. She wanted more. Lightly, she touched his groin area avoiding his working member teasingly, and said with soft lust, 'Would you like to stay here and enjoy more? Or would you like to take the time off and come to my quarters...I would like to enjoy more of you...Mirtha. The time was...too short...' Deep down, though Ione felt an overwhelming saddness at having gone back on her loyalty to Javier, and looked down at the ring on her finger. The sadness she felt did not show on her face, but the glow of the aftermath of a "comfort" shared. Mirtha had been here for her and had protected her from the woad who attacked her to the present moment. Still Ione felt a twinge of fear in knowing that one day, her beloved knight would return. Would he even have to know of this, or whatever else she and Mirtha shared for the sake of needing each other... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:24 PM Post #264 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:11 pm Derfel
Linnesse’s soothing voice and loving caresses were a great comfort to Derfel. He slid both arms around her tiny frame and simply let go of all the emotions that he’d kept stifled up inside. Derfel silently thanked the gods he still had Linnesse….without her, he’d most certainly fall into the deepest and darkest pit of despair….and never find his way out again.
If only Derfel could accept that. But he still blamed himself….for his father’s death and therefore indirectly Gedeon’s loss. Derfel released a ragged sigh and attempted to gather himself together again, if that was even possible. His head had begun to throb and he felt exhausted and battered and actually unable to ‘think’ about any of it an instant longer. He was home and he was in Linnesse’s arms and he could smell the sweet scent of her hair and he could ‘feel’ her love….and that was all that mattered at this moment. “Forgive me, luv….I’ve kept up me strength for days now…and I am just plain spent,” Derfel finally managed to say; his voice yet raw with emotion and self flagellation. He pulled back enough to look at Linnesse, to soak in the sight of her beautiful face again. And thank the gods, her eyes held only affection and support at a time when Derfel needed it most. He brought a hand up to gently smooth over her pale cheek. “You should rest now….we can talk a bit more in the morning, aye?” Derfel insisted gently while allowing his thumb to lightly brush along Linnesse’s jaw. “Y’think I should go after your sister?” He continued, still concerned for Linnette and remembering his promise to Dagonet. But no doubt she’d not let him help, even if Derfel would be successful in locating Linnette tonight. Surely she would not harm herself….but gods, Derfel would never forgive himself should something happen to Gedeon’s wife and unborn child. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:26 PM Post #265 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:18 pm Tatiana
"He sounds like quite a unique animal..almost human in a sense." Tatiana replied. "Most horses, at least the ones that I know, don't usually act in that manner."
"I'm..a bit new..to this, Brendyn." Tatiana said her voice going slightly quivery as if she was cold, but in reality was just nervous. Hearing him say that they could stop was a relief to her. "Yes, can we please stop" She said a blush tinting her cheeks as she lowered her eyelashes feeling like a little girl. "I'm sorry Brendyn, I hope that we can still be friends, though." Tatiana queried as a slight sheen of unshed tears covered her hazel eyes making them sparkle in the firelight.
"I just don't feel ready for this." She said looking up at his dark blue eyes, hoping that he'd understand how she felt right now. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:27 PM Post #266 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:42 pm Merlin
"I will." He pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder to accompany his words, and tightened his arm around her waist just momentarily, letting her know silently that she was a large part of his confidence that his sleep would be good. Good- and perhaps even profitable. Perhaps the Gods would send him more signs, as they had seemed to rather often through or in conjunction with Juna lately. Dreams often brought him enlightenment- were not dreams at the side of this woman who had made him see the right way even in waking likey to bring even more? Merlin was hopeful for that, too. And he was half asleep already. With the last of his waking energy, he reached over behind him for one of the furs, and tossed it over them, closing in their warmth as it settled around them. Then his arm returned to its place around Juna's waist, and he contentedly closed his eyes for the night. Linnesse
"Hmmm..." Linnesse once more craned her neck back to see him, her mouth twisting somewhat to the side in thought. She was torn on that issue. She wished herself that she could be at Linnette's side right now- but her sister had left them alone voluntarily, had even insisted on doing so. And Derfel was clearly exhausted himself right now. If only she were strong enough to just go herself, that would solve both problems at once- but she wasn't. Once again the enforced inactivity of her illness galled her, but there was nothing to be done about it- much as she might wish to, she knew she'd never even make it down the corridor outside the room without help. "She wouldn't have left us if she wasn't sure she'd be all right, love...she's nothing if not sensible. And if she's going to chapel, I'm sure the priest will talk to her. She's always liked him." Linnesse's voice had the tone of one trying to convince herself. Yes, Linnette was extremely sensible under normal conditions, but in such devastating grief as she was experiencing? Who knew? "You really need to rest." Linnesse reached up and stroked Derfel's hair as she said that, smoothing it soothingly down, then sliding her hands down to his back. "But I'll be all right here if you want to go find her, love- don't worry about me." She set her fingers lightly under his chin and raised it just a touch, enough to flash him an encouraging smile- one which immediately shifted into a huge yawn. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:28 PM Post #267 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:18 pm Brendyn
Brendyn did not move to touch her as he still stood a bit away from her, but close enough to see the firelight in her eyes. Her voice sounded of nervousness, and he knew he had offended her. Brendyn felt like a piece of horse dung for having taken advantage of the kindness she had willingly wanted to show him: by tending to his cold. Tatiana was blushing slightly, and still he made no other moves toward her as he had been awaiting her answer...
'Yeah...sure if that is what you want...' He stepped over to the bed leaving her by the fire. What had he been thinking? Of Veronica? This woman was far from the Roman beauty he had loved so well and deeply. As he sat on the bed, Brendyn began to feel his body relax, and he yawned. How could he be mad at Tatiana? It was his own fault. Slowly, he lie back on the bed, and felt funny...woozy... 'I...I think your...herbs are working.....' He turned his head to look at her still standing by the fire, and smiled weakly. 'Aye....we can be friends....I would welcome that a lot...' |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:29 PM Post #268 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 8:25 pm Lancelot
Lancelot's eyebrows shot to his hairline; he snorted at Arthur and frowned deeply. "Well, if I'm not going, you're certainly not going anywhere. I'm sure these two fine ladies will help me - even if I have to truss you to the damn bed." Lancelot moved a bit away from Arthur; his anger was rising, and he felt like Arthur was brushing him off way too easily. He could refrain from killing Merlin - he was Arthur's second for a reason, was he not? Did the man not trust him at all? And if neither Arthur nor Lancelot were going...then whom would he send? Barbattus? Gods, not...the fucking Optio???
So, Arthur would listen to the healer, but not to his lieutenant? Lancelot's knuckles popped as he clenched his fists...and then caught sight of Darya and Arthur's faces when the Sarmatian woman brought Arthur his tea. He felt the tension drain slowly from his body, the feeling of defeat etching itself easily on his angular features. Arthur wasn't "picking" on him - he was just being himself. Gods forfend that Lancelot had forgotten that. But where had the feeling of sadness come from? Lancelot shook his arms out, flinching at the feel of the crusty wound that was clotting on his bicep. He ignored the feel of it popping and cracked his neck back and forth. He swiped a tired hand over his dirt marred face, and stepped back over to the bed where Arthur was drinking his tea.
Lancelot rolled his eyes when Arthur licked at his lips and seemed to pout like a child, but he smiled wryly and moved to help the healer get the Roman ready to rest for the first time since the battle had begun. "Come on, old man," Lancelot sighed, squatting by Arthur's feet and unlacing his heavy riding boots. His stolen tunic flapped around Lancelot's thighs and he fumbled as he accidentally knelt on the loose fabric. He steadied himself on Arthur's leg - and then looked up to meet the other man's eyes, the flesh of his hand seeming to burn where it touched Arthur's, even through the other man's leathers. It was the fever, most assuredly. Yes. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 02:30 PM Post #269 |
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Author: linnet Date: Mon Apr 21, 2008 9:03 pm Gawain Tipping the jug straight up, and holding it above his open mouth, produced not even one more drop of wine. Gawain was certain he could use more. His body seemed sufficiently numbed, but his thoughts would not ease into peaceful oblivion. He was convinced there was one thing he had said, or one thing he had done, that made Brianna take off. So he kept wracking his memory for what it had been. All he could come up with was that it had been a mistake to ever tell her how he had planned his future, if he lived to have one. His plan had been to stay unattached, play the field and sample as many lovers as he could for the duration of his service. That had seemed not only interesting, but wise and practical. He would not be responsible for one more grieving widow, or fatherless child. If he somehow managed to survive, he would return to Sarmatia, and then find a good and beautiful woman to settle down with, raise a family. Shit. He’d only told all of this to Brianna to point out how damn important she’d become to him. Important enough to actually consider changing those plans. He thought she’d be flattered. Apparently not. The brooding knight carefully set the empty jug on the stone ledge beside him. He got to his feet on the second try, and made his way unevenly across the rampart’s walkway to a crenellated opening in the outer ridge. He stood, tipping rather precariously forward and back, as he peed more or less out over the wall. Then shaking his head hard while squeezing his eyes shut, in order to better focus his sight, he managed to descend the steps and walk to the infirmary, staggering off course only once or twice. Reaching the door to the hated place, he didn’t know if it was locked because of the late hour. He gave it a push and stepped inside when it yielded. The familiar smell of the infirmary almost made him gag. He just stood, weaving slightly, knowing sooner or later someone would notice him. Someone did – Lavinia. She walked determinedly up to him and gave him a stern once-over, disapproval bordering disgust stamped on her features. “Ah, a lovely angel of mercy,” Gawain said, bowing toward her, and almost losing his balance. “What do you want here?” the nun demanded. She sniffed and wrinkled up her nose. “You’re drunk, and you smell like alcohol mixed with week old garbage. Leave, now. I won’t allow you to visit any of our patients in such a deplorable state.” Gawain opened his cloak and held out his broken arm to her, looking like a lost puppy with a thorn in its paw. Lavinia shook her head in consternation. “Come on. There’s an open bed off by itself where other patients won’t have to see you, or smell you.” She walked briskly ahead, not waiting to see if he was following, mumbling, “Knights…Heaven spare us,” under her breath. When he got to the bed, he sat down hard, making it sound like the thing was about to break under him. The nun gave him a firm push to the chest, forcing him to lie down on his back. She went to work examining his arm, preparing it for what had to be done. “Tell me Lavinia, do I look like someone who is not fit to be a father?” he asked, slurring noticeably. She snorted and answered without looking away from her work. “Right now you look like the least fit person to be a father that I may have ever seen.” “Well, then, I guess that explains everything,” the blond knight said. Lavinia had his arm braced against the bed, held in her surprisingly strong hands. “This is going to hurt, despite your best efforts,” she said. Those words, said as she rolled back the sleeves of her nun’s robe, were the last things Gawain heard and saw that night. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:09 PM Post #270 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:21 am Malcus Barbattus and Neeria Commander Barbattus pushed open the door to the cell and stepped into the foul little room. The woad immediately scurried to the far corner. From the dim light of the lantern he carried, he could see the wide-eyed creature staring at him with horror. "I'm not going to hurt you, girl," he said to her, barely hiding his disgust. "Are you alright. Did he hurt you?" Neeria stared at him, not answering. Malcus inched a little closer. "Don't try anything with me or I will kill you, orders or not." The commander kneeled down, "Are you alright?" Though Malcus hated the woads, he wanted to make sure that the guard hadn't hurt her. "Did he take you?" Finally, Neeria said "No," her voice shaking. Inwardly, Malcus was relieved, but that did not mean the guard would get off lightly. "May I have water?" the prisoner asked. "Yes, you may. Has a healer come to check you?" Malcus asked. "No," was all else she said. Malcus rose to get Neeria some water, locking the cell door behind him. What the fuck was Arthur thinking? he asked himself. Shortly, the commander returned with a flask of water and handed it to the prisoner who drank from it like a wild animal. Malcus shook his head in the dark while she lapped and gurgled. Neeria groaned as the water soothed her parched, aching throat. She was grateful to this Roman, something she found herself hating herself for. But had the other man not entered the cell, the guard would have penetrated her. The foul bastard had her pinned, his hand at her crotch, fingers trying to enter her. She'd felt his despicable phallus poking its way toward her, jabbing into her thigh instead. A moment later, he would have been inside of her. The thought sickened her. That's when the man entered the cell and pulled the guard off of her. Neeria had heard loud voices and then sobbing. Then, this tall, official looking Roman entered the room and was now standing over her, giving her water. "Don't drink it all," Malcus said, "that has to last you until morning. I will replace the guard - the man who assaulted you - and he will be punished. I will send my lieutenant to check on you again in the morning. If anyone else mistreats you, report it to him and he will report it to me, my name is Malcus Barbattus, and I will not tolerate that type of behavior. I will also, personally, make sure a healer sees you in the morning." Neeria nodded her head, "thank you," she said softly and wrapped herself in the blanket, fatigue sweeping over her. Malcus grunted and walked out of the cell, locking it behind him. Barbattus secured the guard in a cell to be dealt with in the morning. Good man that he was, Quintus had sent a replacement that arrived just as Malcus was locking the guard's cell door. After a brief discussion, the commander left the dungeons and headed to his quarters. The snow crunched loudly beneath his boots as he made his way throught the narrow passageways. The streets were empty except for his guard patrolmen that waved or saluted as he walked past them moving closer to the barracks. As Barbattus disrobed and climbed into bed, he prepared a mental checklist of things that needed to be done the next morning which was now only a few short hours away. He hated the fact that his bed was empty - he could have gone a round or two. But instead, he rolled over and let sleep take him. |
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