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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:11 PM Post #271 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 10:51 am Amadeus: Amadeus perused the list of men that he held in his battle-dirtied hand. His shrewd grey eyes were narrowed - coupled with his keen, slanted nose and his sharp jaw made him look like an irate rodent. His floppy black hair was hanging down over his pale brow barely touching his eyelashes but the Optio ignored it admirably. The names were growing by the hour he was pleased to note but was it enough? Obviously he had the advantage of Mordred on his side. He was hoping to convince Quintis, the imbecile Barbattus and that surly trainer Octavius to join his side before he would make any move. It also benefitted Amadeus that he would have rank and authority to overthrow Castus. For he was in no doubt whatsoever now that it had to be done. And soon. CAstus was injured. Weak. His men were weak. If he had not been so worried about the Woads returning Amadeus would have struck now, while the iron was hot. But the fact was - woads were unpredictable. There was one in the dungeons of course... Arthur and his damnably weak stomach when it came to killing women. That thought made Amadeus' eyebrows twitch together. He looked towards teh door that joined his room to Rowan's with little more emotion that he might look at a jug of water. He thought perhaps he had been mistaken about he being dead - perhaps she was really in there... After all, he had not given her permission to leave him, had he? She had not permission to die. Ergo, she was not dead. Amadeus put the list of names of men he had on his payroll onto his desk and lifted his hand to the strings of his shirt, pulling it open. It was wet from rain and sweat, and his gait was awkward from being on a damn horse- his armour was neatly placed on it's holder by the window and his boots sat by the door. The Optio paused at the door, head bowed and knocked lightly. He heard nothing. Biting the inside of his cheek, Amadeus frowned and pushed open the door, stalking into the room with his lips parted as if he were about to speak. He looked around. She wasn't there. The man's shoulders slumped and he walked towards her bed, slowly. He sat on the edge of it, reaching a hand around to the sheets, sliding his large palm up to the pillow and slowly he lay down on this side. He pushed himseld up so that his head rested on the pillow and turned his head to breathe in the faint scent of Rowan on the coverlets. It was barely her scent at all, he knew, but there was something about her here. Something left over in this little room. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:12 PM Post #272 |
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Author: Darya Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:37 am Darya & Neeve Darya watched Lancelot closely while he and Arthur exchanged words about Merlin. It brought back the old Woad’s dark eyes that had stared down at her… Still neither the First Knight nor Arthur probably knew that the Woad leader himself had been inside the Walls of Badon Keep. But would this information be of any importance anyway? She was not sure… Wrinkling her nose slightly, Darya cast a glance out of the window. It was dark outside…night had come down on them. And even though she was tired, she knew there would be no sleep for her until she could be sure that Arthur would rest…and live…
Both – Neeve and Darya – nodded at Lancelot’s words. But while the raven-haired healer continued her work on the Commander, the female Sarmatian just watched Arthur sipping the tea…supporting him in holding the mug…if necessary that is…waiting for him to hand it back to her once he was finished…
“Yes, it does…”, Neeve stated firmly and simply ignored the Roman’s displeased face expression. It was one of the moments that reminded her how grateful she was for her rather loose relationship to this particular Roman Commander. It was a friendship, formed over years…and it allowed her to ignore his rank and his position. He was just a friend…a patient in need. This allowed her to talk to him the way she did. “Now…let’s get you ready to get the rest you need…”, the healer added and began to prepare Arthur to lay down. Thankfully, Lancelot assisted her immediately. The tea should help to let their Commander fall asleep rather soon…as well as work efficiently against the fever. Meanwhile, Darya used her free hand to shift the pillows and blankets on Arthur’s bed for her lover to settle down comfortably as soon as the healer finished her work. Yet the Sarmatian’s other hand remained on the Roman’s thigh, squeezing it gently as it did so… But then the woman’s dark eyes found Lancelot’s hand suddenly resting on Arthur’s leg, too…if probably for another reason… Darya tilted her head slightly and only after a long moment discreetly averted her gaze from her lover’s leg…allowing herself to let her brow rest against his shoulder for a moment instead. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She still felt like crying…but it was not as bad as it had been by the hearth. And in this very moment, she did not care whether or not it was appropriate to show her affections to Arthur in front of the First Knight and the healer. She just needed this right now…if for a moment only. “Please don’t fight this…”, the dark-haired whispered and looked up at Arthur from under her dark eyelashes, “…don’t fight the healer in this… You know she is right…” The quietly spoken words were meant to stop the Roman from changing his mind again…to keep him from lifting his duty over his health and life… |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:13 PM Post #273 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:48 am Saoirse Time was fickle. People said that time healed. Saoirse knew that it was those people who had never lost a part of their heart when someone they loved died. As she lay down next to Dagonet, listening to his breathing, her brow furrowed when she heard strangled sobs from somewhere. It took her a long time to realise that it was from her own throat that those sobs emanated. Saoirse shut her blue eyes pitifully, her hand curling up into a tight fist on Dagonet's chest as she skooched up higher, to be nearer his neck, to feel his pulse against her temple as she lay her head down on his shoulder. She had to stop falling to pieces. She recognised that truth with unaccountable clarity - but how did she stop herself when half the time she was unaware that she was falling apart? Dagonet didn't need a broken mistress, a destroyed lover. He needed her to be strong and to hold him together when all the fates twisted together to try knock him down. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. - the words bubbled through her mind as she thought of her nurse-maid Lini back in Ireland. Of course Lini had been referring to Saoirse's wish and desire to destroy her own father to prevent him marrying her to her estranged husband. But still, the basics of the statement remained the same. Dagonet had lost so much already. He had lost his freedom at such a young age, a young wife, so many friends and brothers lost to the Roman war, he had lost her for a while and he had lost his little daughter before he had ever had her. And now he lost again. The red head could remember when she last saw Gedeon, when she had told him to make sure that Dagonet was safe, to keep an eye on him because he was injured. It made her cheeks pale now to think of how she had spoken to him, to think of how wrong she had been. She could well remember how wounded Dagonet had been ebfore he left, she still felt the hollow thud of that worry reverberating in her heaving chest even now. Saoirse burrowed her face tighter to Dagonet's skin, reaching a tender hand up to the side of his neck in a manner of comfort. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:14 PM Post #274 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:52 am Derfel
Derfel languidly nodded in agreement to Linnesse’s words about her sister. Linnette had said she was only going to the chapel. And certainly the priest would offer his condolences and guidance. But Derfel had promised…..he reached up to rub at his tired eyes and a yawn nearly split his face.
“You need your rest, luv.” Derfel answered with a loving smile before tilting his head enough to press a gentle kiss to the tip of Linnesse’s nose. Gods, he wanted nothing more than to hold her against his chest and listen to her breathing. But Derfel had made up his mind while watching Linnesse yawn. He reached up and captured her hand in his and proceeded to briefly kiss her fingertips. “If you are sure you’ll be alright…I’d feel a mite better if I saw your sister to her room before we settle down for the night,” Derfel said and then lightly brushed his lips over Linnesse’s mouth and gave his love a wink before forcing himself to climb out of their bed. He reached for his worn leather boots and tugged them on while still sitting on the edge of the mattress. This shouldn’t take long, Derfel reckoned as he stood up from the bed. “I’ll be back before you know it, luv,” He said reassuringly and then grabbing his riding coat from the back of the chair, headed out of the tiny room and off towards the chapel in search of Linnette. It was dark, cold and snowing as Derfel made his way across the open courtyard and entered into the small chapel. He became a bit concerned at not finding Linnette inside, but tried not to get overly worried just yet. Derfel then headed back to the building that housed the knights’ quarters, reasoning that most likely Linnette would have no other place to go…..he gave a small knock on the door. At getting no answer, slowly pushed it open and peered inside. Thank the gods….Linnette was indeed inside and appeared to be fast asleep. Derfel took a moment to survey the room….all looked to be well enough….except the obvious and painful absence of Gedeon. He then noticed Linnette’s arms wrapped around something bulky…and after quietly taking a step farther into the room, Derfel made out that she had Gedeon’s saddlebags on the bed with her. Derfel let out a shaky breath and briefly shut his eyes to the distressing sight. For a moment, he thought to wake Linnette to confirm that she was indeed alright….but thought better of it and slowly backed out of the room and shut the door. Derfel wasted no time in returning to the tiny room he shared with Linnesse. The fire in the brazier was still burning and offered much needed heat after being outside in the cold. He quickly toed off his boots and returned his overcoat to the chair before sliding back into bed with Linnesse. She appeared to be asleep, thus Derfel was careful to disturb the blankets as little as possible. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and cradled her body against his chest…..and reveled in the scent and feel of her again. “Love you….” Derfel whispered into Linnesse’s soft hair and attempted to find sleep himself. He no longer wanted to think about all the trials and tribulations of the previous few weeks…..and there were many more to come. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:17 PM Post #275 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:08 pm Galahad Galahad was blindly, happily, idiotically oblivious to any discomfort from Alina. He watched her with vacant eyes as she tended his wounds, used to this ritual by now. When it wasn't Alina doing it it was someone else, afterall. The youngest Knight stifled a yawn as he lay down on his back, arm up above his head as he stared at the ceiling. Thinking. That only lasted a very short time before he had nodded off asleep. It wasn't that Galahad was oblivious to his brother's pain, or even to his own pain at losing a brother-in-arms, no no. It was Galahad's best defense. Life goes on, after all. Even if it is in jarred lurches and staggerd steps backwards - life still goes on. When Alina left Galahad remained asleep a while longer. His pale brow furrowed and he tossed on the bed. He heard a scream, a deep rumbling scream from somewhere up high in his dream. And he heard a sickening thud. A horrid crack as bones turned to liquid upon impact. Of course Galahad had not been there to witness Gedeon's fall, but it did not prevent him unconscious mind from playing it over and over in his head. When the young knight finally awoke he was covered wtih a thin film of sweat on his bare chest. His eyes were snapped open wide, their blue depths surrounded by pulsing red veins and his mouth hung open. The dark bristles of his beard look stark against such a youthful, lost look. "Gawain!" he murmured. The last time the nightmare had played through in his head it had been Gawain that had fallen this time. It had been Dagonet that fell the time before. Arthur before that again and so on. Galahad groaned feeling a sting in his stomach. He reached out in the dark, seeking Alina, wanting her to comfort him. The Sarmatian was not quite aware how pathetic that was until he felt a little murmur of upset pass his tense lips to find her not there. He frowned, sitting up on the bed, swinging his legs over the side. He was still in the dirty breeches and boots frmo the battle but his tunic and armour was cast to one side. The fire crackled as he cast his blue eyes towards it. Rising with an arm about his wounded stomach, Galahad went to the fire and sat down on the three-legged wooden stool, shoulders slumped. "What a bloody mess..." he spoke to himself, shaking his head ruefully as he thought about all that happened during the mission. The worst of it being Gedeon's death, of course. But he could barely pick out a good point. Even the successful defeat of the Saxons was tainted with Gedeon's loss. It was not worth the success to lose one of his brothers. Pouting, Galahad glanced over at the door when it opened, admitting Alina and a gust of cold wind. "Gods - shut the door! It's bloody freezing. Where've you been?" Galahad asked with sad looking eyes, mouth half-hanging open as he looked at his lover, once more frowning at the bruise on her jaw. Mari Mari wasn't healed. Not be a long shot. Her vision was clearing quickly now though she still had to narrow her eyes to see crisp images. The cut on her forehead didn't look so bad when it was bathed for so long. The other bruises were the same, looking stark against her pale skin but not as bad as they once had. Perhaps that was because she was getting used to it. She lay on her back on her own bed, her head on Milan's arm which he had wrapped about her shoulders. Her knees were bent upwards, crossed over each other, one foot idly tapping mid-air. Slender arms were bent upwards too, equally delicate fingers twirled about Milan's slightly wrinkled digits from being in the bath for so long. There was a wistful look to her pretty, young face. There was a silence through the room that was not uncomfortable but certainly not wholly natural. It was like there was something going on, somethings were being said but no one was speaking. After a while, Mari flipped around onto her belly. The simple blue, woollen dress that had been her mothers fit her perfectly. Mari had thought it was a bit too tight until she realised that no, it was just her body filling out in all the right places that made the dress 'fit', rather than hanging loose on her somewhat rakish frame. Deep brown eyes turned up towards her silent partner and she smiled - a lopsided affair that was as adorable as it was genuine. "My name is Mari." Mari said that words clearly, expectantly waiting for Milan to repeat it. She was balanaced on her elbows, her hands joined together just beneath Milan's arm which was still cast out to one side as if she were still lying there. "I live here at Badon Hill..." it was her attempt at getting Milan to speak sentences. He could do words, awkwardly and with much prompting from her, but Mari wanted os much more for her new love. He was smart and conscientious and considerate. If he could talk then surely people would want to become his friend, people would want to be around his enigmatic, crooked smile that melted her heart each and everytime. Catherine Oh this was not going according to plan at all!! Catherine was still sitting in the expensive tub of water in front of teh fire in the house she shared with her mother. Her beautiful blonde hair glistened wetly and her creamy skin seemed transluscent with the firelight reflecting upon the smooth planes and gentle curves of her shoulders. Intense green eyes stared into the fire. The bath-tub was a luxury that, as far as Catherine knew, no one else at Badon Hill possessed. She had considered it a necessity for her life and her mother had grudgingly agreed. During the day it is upturned and used as a base for a bench by the water but could be pulled out, turned around and filled with hot water for Catherine's needs. And they were 'needs' for certain. Standing in the rain and strolling home that afternoon having seen the Knights return was a bad idea. She had been mucky from the ankles down - she knew that, but her mother's explanation at the 'bloody state' of her upon entering the house had sent Catherine into a frenzy of scrubbing and scalding. She sat in her third bath, the water immaculately clean around her, the scent of jasmine strong in the air, emanating from her skin and hair as much as the water, but her face was anything but tranquil. Now and then Cahterine looked down at the water, convinced it would be dirty again. Her plans to go back to the tavern and find a knight to converse and sleep with had just gone to pot, her concern over her cleanliness being impulsive enough to prevent her routine functions. Her mother had gone to bed long ago but Catherine had remained in the water and had in fact fallen asleep in it a while ago. She was awake now, glancing at the window as the night wore onto morning. It was a while to go yet but she was not going to sleep now, was she? Sighing, the beauty stepped out of the water and wrapped a sheet about her slender form before dragging the tub towards the door. She didn't go out into the weather of course. Arland stirred on the chair in the far corner of the room with a groan. Catherine smiled over at him with a flutter of her eyelashes. "Mmm what is it Kitty?" he murmured sleepily, wiping his eye with his hand as he yawned around the words. "Can you empty the tub for me Arland?" Catherine asked in a silky tone. Arland snorted, resurrecting himself from the bed and staggered over towrads her. he looked at the sky with a groan. "It's almost morning!" he complained, looking bleary eyed at the blonde. Catherine shrugged a small shoulder and tottered off behind the curtain that served as a door to 'her room'. Her 'room' was a cordoned off area of the main room where there was a bed, a clothes chest and a smaller chest for her creams and lotions. Catherine sat herself down on the bed, peeking around the curtain to see Arland huffing but doing her bidding nonetheless. Catherine applied lotions to her arms and face, her legs and stomach, stroked a floral smelling oil through her golden tresses and finally donned a pretty green dress. The yellow thread on the bodice almost looked golden which pleased Catherine to no-end as she smoothed her hands down over the rise of her cleavage down to her hips. When she looked up Arland was standing with his shoulder against the wall watching her with a smile. "Catherine..." he began but Catherine smiled, waving her hand at him dismissively, gently. "Oh not now Arland, I don't have time. I am going to be out all day today. Hopefully I will see you at the fortress later though." she giggled as she swirled her cloak about her shoulders, leaving her pretty hair down in damp curls framing her glowing skin. And without another word Catherine swirled out of the little house. She was intent on finding business tomorrow- she would not go home to her mother without some coin in her purse and suffer the insults like she had last night. Quickening her pace, hood up to ward off the sleet-like rain that fell in sheets, Catherine wound her way to the tavern, knowing that at this hour of the night no one would be around but she would wait. She was determined to wait. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:18 PM Post #276 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:12 pm Mirtha Mirtha felt her come also and he smiled at the look on her face. How long it was before he had seen something like that on woman's face? Too long.
He frowned in silence as she rached down to the part of their bodies connected together and toched lightly his groin... She wanted more... She wanted him more... No other woman had said this to him. "Damn...." he murmured silently at the feeling he had just now.. wanting her more... his hand reached one side of her face, stroking her cheek gently. He looked up at her and noticed her look upon the ring on her finger. Does it meant anything? Does it meant anything to him? The woman wanted him, he wanted a woman. End of story. He should take what he could... But there was also the drunk issue... He was tired and a spin in his head appeared... Wine taking it's notice.
Mirtha slowly moved away from her while she spoke. Enjoy more... He would like to... but his body was telling him "no". Why the hell he had drunk so much? Still... if he had not drunk he would not have these moments. He put on his breeches and looked at Ione as he fastened the belt. "I would like to... but..." no! he would not tell her that his cock was strained after the first time! In fact his body was... He had not sex in a long time. "...it's late already...and..." before he had finished he came closer to her, reached for her hand and leaned over to kiss her lips. The spin appeared in his head and he moaned silently. "Damn! I am drunk! I need to get sober for work...in the morning..." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:25 PM Post #277 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:20 pm Alina
Alina had left Galahad sleeping, and had expected him to be asleep still upon returning. She gave a surprised start when she opened the door and his voice immediately echoed through the dimness of the room in query. His tone sounded tired, his eyes were sad. It had just been a question, and yet all her asinine mind could register in that exact moment was some kind of hidden accusation. He had not even been home a day and already her guilty conscience was beginning to toy with her. She hooked her foot round the bottom of the door and gently closed it behind her, before carrying the small jug of ale and parcel of assorted food in her arms over to the table. "Nowhere...I mean, just the tavern. You were asleep," Alina said, unknowingly hesitant in her response. She seemed to suddenly have a talent for making even a trip to the tavern sound suspicious. Bloody hell, she was incriminating herself for having a date with a bowl of stew - how would she interpret her encounters with Kolya? She hadn't seen him since earlier that day when he had stalked out of the infirmary, and unconsciously, her mind strayed to the thought of him, wondering where he was now. Alina turned back to face Galahad, and it was only then she fully realized how morose he appeared as he sat near the fire. Her reaction to go to him came naturally, as naturally as it had always come even before Kolya had entered her life. She had turned a blind eye toward his pain before because she had been too caught up in only her own. For now, she pushed aside her own woes in order to concentrate on soothing his, as she gently wrapped her arms around him, coaxing him to lay his head against her; she rested her chin atop of his crown. Galahad was the one person Alina couldn't stand seeing hurt in anyway. And although he didn't know it yet, Alina knew inside that she had betrayed him the deepest. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:26 PM Post #278 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:37 pm Dagonet Gods only knew how tired Dagonet was. How much his body needed rest and how much it hurted to even stir. Gods only knew how broken he was... His heart trembling and bumping hard against his chest even in his sleep. His mind rested, not showing him any images... but they will come.. It was certain.. He will have nightmares for long, if not for the rest of his life. He was a sad image of broken man... His body wrecked to the limits... his heart broken in pieces... and his soul shattered, torn between grief and pain. Is there a thing that could bring him comfort? Was there anybody to diminish his pain? Rest.. he needed so much of rest... But there would be no comfort for him.. There was no miracle for him to feel better. There was nobody who could take away the sorrow he felt.. There was nothing that could make him smile the same way he had before... before.. Gedeon fell... He lost everything in his life... including two children... His girl before he ever could touch her, even see her. He had lost everything... Dagonet felt somebody stir besides him and he frown through his sleep... no.. it was not sleep now.. it was half living, half being not able to open his eyes... He just laid there without any thoughts... with tear stained face - resting physically, but not mentaly. There was another move and he felt gentle touch on the side of his neck... there was sound of sob somewhere nearby. Reluctantly the injured knight forced his eyes to open... He had must looked like a nightmare creature... His skin pale and his eyes only half open. So tired.... He turned his heavy and weary head to the side and his hand stirred weakly, tried to lift it and move towards his lover that lay besides him... but failed to move. "Saoirse..." a crack escaped his sore throat... "Water?" He tried to move his leg to shify his position slightly, but found himself so much weak and just let his head roll to the other side helplessly. Gods he hated this! But his weakened and troubled mind did not register this... it did not matter right now... He needed water... He needed Saoirse to be with him.. He needed to live... He was in deep need... For the first time he will ask for others to take care of him, not the other way around. For the first time.. he was broken. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:28 PM Post #279 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:11 pm Galahad It was all in her mind. The suspicion. The paranoia that made her think that he knew something was alll.. in her mind. Galahad was not, by nature, a suspicious person. He watched Alina coming in with the tray of food in her arms, the jug of ale at the ready for him and he felt greatful to have her there. Her reassuring, her dependable affection. He had hurt her in the past but he swore that he would not hurt her again. And what's more - he made a solemn promise, in his head that very moment, that he would never, ever leave her to the horrid, sadness that Linnette now suffered.
Galahad pouted. "... still missed you... " he whispered childishly, as if she were saying he couldn't miss her because he was asleep. He had missed her. That was why he was sitting by the fire alone when she came back, wasn't it? The young, childishly pouting Knight bowed his head, sighing when Alina came around behind him. Her slender arms draped around his shoulders and her warm breath whisperd over the crown of his head. Galahad's blue eyes turned back to the fire and he leaned back lightly against Alina, lifting one crusty, dirty hand to her forearm, touching her warm skin gently. It felt nice. It felt more than nice. The hunger that had made Galahad think his stomach was about to cave in on itself was suddenly replaced with something else. That empty void in the pit of his stomach was beginning to fill with heat, with desire. Galahad shifted on the stool a little, half turning and angling his leg outwards so that Alina could sit on his thigh and he turned his face to her neck. At first he just breathed in the scent of her, his nose brushing against the stark bruise on her jaw, and then his lips faintly touched her pulse-point. "You smell different.." he murmured with a faint frown flickering over his brow as he lowered his nose to her chest, lifting a tentative hand to touch the skin there with fascination. Saoirse Selfishly Saoirse felt her body stiffen when Dagonet stirred. She wanted to ease his pain so badly, she wanted to make the hurting go away, she wanted to undo all the things that caused him such anguish but she had no idea how to do that. And so when Dagonet stirred she felt a swell of panic turn her insides to ice. What was she going to say to him? What could she possible say that would make this any less of a living nightmare? The Irish woman lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with acute concern evident in her dark blue eyes, holding her breath. He looked shattered. He was still the same size as when he left but somehow her lover looked like half a man now. Somehow he looked diminished. Saoirse felt a surging need to scream bubble inside of her. A fit of hysterics barely contained in her slight body as she continued unbreathing, looking at Dagonet in mute concern.
The breath rattled from her dry lips and she nodded, pushing up from the bed immediately. Water. Yes! Water she could do. "Water - ok ok love, hang on now..." the red head mumbled, sliding off the bed and rushing to the other side, pushing her curly hair behind her ears out of the way as she clamped her two pale hands around the pewter of water that had been sat there the night before. Sniffing, willing her body to stop shaking, Saoirse lifted the cup to Dagonet's lips, sliding a hand in under his neck to tilt his head upwards, allowing him to take a sip. Her attentive blue eyes watched every movement. She stored every twitch of his agonised eyes, every sour, sad tug on his lips, the tendons in his strong neck standing out as he held onto his grief still. Saoirse pulled the cup back, placing it on the table without looking, her hand on the centre of Dagonet's chest again as she stood on tippytoes, looking over into his face, trying to see his eyes. "I'm sorry. "Dagonet, I'm so sorry." "I wish I ...." "If there's anything..." Options swirled around her brain, trying to formulate into some show of condolences to her lover for the loss of his son but Saoirse came up empty. Instead her bottom lip trembled and her hand on his cheek began to shake. Biting back a sob, forcing herself to remain in one piece, to not shatter when Dagonet needed her whole, Saoirse moved her shaky hand to his shoulder, laying her fingers flat against his scarred skin. "It won't ever be the same again bu' ye have t'keep goin'... " she attempted, not knowing if that even made sense. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:29 PM Post #280 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:21 pm Milan
The bath had been nice - he was surely cleaner now than he had ever been before for how long they had been in there - but Milan was glad to finally be back at Mari's room. It was small but homely because it smelt like her. They were dry and safe and warm and most importantly together. Milan had everything he needed. Well, almost everything - if they had had some food there, he never would've had to leave the room again. Milan arched a curious brow when Mari stirred from beside him, cutely tilting his head to the side, watching her with the same fascination he had the very first day he had met her. She gave him one of her infectious warm smiles, and he returned the gesture, also raising a hand to softly comb through some damp hair clinging to her shoulder at the same time. He attentively listened to her words, all of which were mundane really, but it hadn't registered in his mind just what she was trying to accomplish. Only as Milan had noted the way she had stared expectantly had it finally donned upon him. She wanted to talk. She wanted him to talk. How ironic that at the same time of the realization Milan suddenly felt sleepy. Oh, but he couldn't do it - just turn over, ignore her wishes, and go to sleep. He parted his lips in preparation to humor her. "Mi...ne...name...Mmm...Mmmilan..." he offered pathetically. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:30 PM Post #281 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:27 pm Ione As she touched him, Ione felt herself wanting to spend more time with him, but there was no groan of pleasure from him and she removed her hand thinking that she had displeased him. Had she? All he did was reached out to touch her face tenderly. Was he trying to tell her that he had only wanted her for this one time? Ione had hoped that there'd be more than just this... ...But he withdrew himself from her, and she slid to sit in the chair at a normal sitting position. Dark eyes watched as he placed his breeches back on and did hooked the belt...so this was it? Feeling both euphoric and..there was another feeling she could not describe. Ione slowly got up and placed back on her dress and tied the belt around it, her eyes keeping note of where Mirtha was. Their eyes met, but she could not tell what he was thinking. When he spoke, there was a slight hint of reluctance in his voice....
Ione's mouth fit naturally to his after he spoke understanding that it was almost dawn and she had to get to work as well. The weaver reached out to touch his face, and gave him a sympathetic smile, "Mirtha...I could smell the wine on your breath when you kissed me...." Ione paused trying to think of ways she could help her friend through his drinking bouts. Surely, he was as good of a lover without the booze. She broke the kiss and reached down for her cloak, placing it about her shoulders. She stepped toward her lover, and whispered, 'I-I have to go to the shop and look at the damage...and clean up. I would like to help you to stop your drinking...or at least control it...Mirtha, I care about you and what happens to you...please let me try to help in any way I can..." She leaned out to take his head in her soft hands, and placed a passionate kiss on his lips before moving to the stairs. She stopped and turned to Mirtha with a question in her eyes. "Mirtha? Did I please you?" Let us be lovers, friends, and to be there for each other...Please tell me that you did not want only this one moment... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:31 PM Post #282 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:54 pm Mari It was the little gestures like that one right there that Mari's heart thud hard in her chest, that made her eyes become misty and her breathing ragged. Milan's gentle fingers touched the damp hair at her shoulder and Mari almost forgot her own name. She stared at Milan's pale, attractive face so very close to hers with doe-like eyes, eyelashes fluttering quickly now and then. His hair was a little too long on the sides and it flicked out about his ears cutely. Mari tipped her head to the side, stretching one hand over to touch the end of the strands, twirling it around her little finger once before smiling and trailing her little finger along his jaw while he spoke.
The young woman flinched at his weak beginning but her lips pulled out in a proud smile when he strung the other two words together with a semblance of normality. "hmmm - you have a very nice voice, Milan." Mari cooed, leaning in slowly against his side, tipping her head to the side so that it rested on the very edge of his chest, her big eyes looking up at him with devoted adoration. "It is very deep..." she said, chin tucking to her neck and her lips pouting outwards cutely as she attempted to imitate his tone. Of course she failed miserably and sounded more like a pantomine baddie more than anything. "I can feel it vibrating right here..." her hand slid over his tunic to the centre of his chest, her eyes not leaving his face. Oh this was classic Mari returned! She babbled without encouragement, holding a whole conversation with herself and her imagination! Except now Milan could talk back. Mari's expectant face was bright, glowing warm in the firelight as she looked at Milan. "Chest... neck..." Mari spoke the words for Milan to repeat, hitching herself up higher on her elbow, folding it in under her chest as she kissed the centre of his chest and then the side of his neck. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:32 PM Post #283 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:56 pm Dagonet Dagonet was aware that Saoirse was looking at him, probably in panic and worry... but he avoided to look at her. This was hard... This was hard not to turn his eyes at her face and let her show what he felt... It was plainly obvious probably that he was broken... that he was in pain, but there was so much more in him. Guilt, regret, resignation, vision of lost faith... And he was afraid that in the moment he look at her, he will break further. That his heart will stop beating at all.. That his eyes will fill with tears once more and he will not be able to control his own. The day before... he was much more calmer. He had faith then. But now.. as he saw Linnette's sorrowful and disbelieving face in panic, he lost his faith again. He lost everything. Even his calmness.
Saoirse already stood up from the bed and moved to the other side of the bed... Dagonet's eyelids went down for a second and he swallowed roughly. His throat was so dry... It took Saoirse a second to bring cup with water to his partched lips.. her other hand slidding in the back of his neck to hold his head. He took sips of water with relief... cold water felt so good to his throat. He could not fight himself anymore in the moment Saoirse held his head... He looked silently up at her, but not a moment passed as his eyes went down. Tears rushing to fall again. He breathed in with pain as she took away the cup and her hand came to his chest. His head slowly pulled backwards to lay back gently on the pillows... His eyes went close, but only briefly. When he oppened them Saoirse's face came into view and he saw her efforts to see him... to see his eyes. He fought back sob growing inside his chest and swallowed roughly. Her hand was on his cheek.. Dagonet could feel it's touch and once more this broke his heart. The softness of her hand, which he needed so. Even this.. could not bring him comfort, which make him grief more. Everything seemed so harsh... even her hand. Harshness... the world was harsh... life was harsh... gods were also... Everything was hard to him right now. Like world enclosed on him and tried to strangle him with whole it's power. And Dagonet was chocking... His body and heart.. his soul were chocking... there was no more air for him to breath anymore.
Her voice... she was speaking softly... but even so her words made him wince. Keep going.. Be strong... be supportive to everybody... be the rock everybody's need. He closed his eyes and let new tears fall from the closed eyelids... then a sob followed, his body shook and he could not even turn his body to hide away... He could not even cover his face with his hand. He was too weak... He oppened slowly his eyes and looked again at his lover. The same... No it won't... Gedeon was gone... Gedeon was dead... Gedeon won't come back.. Gedeon shared the fate of many others before him... Dagonet will never even see his face... Dagonet will never bury him either... All was lost forever. "I...I..." he tried to speak, but his voice was caught in his throat, fighting the new upcoming sobs. Oh, he wanted to say her everything! He wanted her to know everything what happened, but found himself powerless. "I am so lost.. Saoirse" he whispered.. "How can.. I keep going... ? Gedeon is... gone" the mere thought of it made his chest grow in pain and saying it was much more harder. He looked deep into her eyes... and breathed in shakly. He was so tired... so weak... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:34 PM Post #284 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 3:00 pm Alina
Alina smiled faintly and gave an amused shake of her head. She had not been gone a half hour, half of which he had probably slept through anyway. But still, they had been parted longer than that beforehand. Everything seemed different but also the same now that she was with him again. Alina had gone through a kind of metamorphosis, but instead of feeling renewed, she instead felt like a walking contradiction, a mixture of lies that were the truth and truths that were lies. When he turned to face her and extended out a leg more, indicating for her to sit on his thigh, Alina did so, but with a kind of awkward reluctance that had never been there before. She wasn't uncomfortable with Galahad, and yet she was uncomfortable in this situation.
The healer tried to relax herself, to breathe the anxiety straight out of the pit of her stomach, but the moment he spoke again, all of that went right out the door. She had not bathed since her last encounter with Kolya. Although she had not gone through with having sex with him, his mouth and hands had been all over her. Surely she smelt of him, the husky scent of a man. Her heart lurched up into her throat, and she barely could utter the next word. "...Badly?" she inquired tightly over his head, licking her lips nervously as he dipped his head, his nose nuzzling near her cleavage. Maybe he didn't know anything - maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 15 2010, 09:35 PM Post #285 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 3:04 pm Arthur Arthur made an effort to drink the strong tea if only to avoid further argument from Neeve. Darya’s steady touch on his thigh was comforting and Arthur wished circumstances were different tonight….if only he had not taken a fever…if only he were stronger….if only. His side twinged again as Neeve completed the task of bandaging the Commander. I do not have the time nor the patience for this injury. Arthur silently cursed his condition while taking another generous sip of tea.
“It seems the three of you are determined to confine me to my bed tonight,” Arthur grumped while all three seemed to move around the Roman as if his wishes were of no consequence at all. Arthur knew they acted in what they believed was his best interest, but the stubborn Commander still had duty and liability on his mind…that is when Arthur could clear his head enough to form a logical thought.
“You will regret referring to me in those words when I am myself again,” Arthur quipped without looking at Lancelot. Instead, he focused on taking another sip of the tea Neeve had prepared and then glanced over at Darya. She was occupied with straightening the bedding long enough for Arthur to really ‘look’ at his lover’s pale features unimpeded. Something troubled her….something beyond Arthur’s minor (in his stubborn head) injury. Arthur then felt Lancelot jerk at his boots and nearly spilt the remaining tea in his mug, so fragile was his sense of balance in his weakened and feverish state. And then Lancelot’s hand gripped at his calf and Arthur’s eyes dropped to meet Lancelot’s dark coppery gaze. The other man’s eyes seemed to reflect something that Arthur had not seen there in years….but the Roman’s attention returned to Darya at feeling her press against his shoulder.
“I must follow my conscious, Darya…” Arthur began softly while placing his empty hand over Darya’s slender fingers where they rested on his thigh. He could see his lover’s concern in her eyes and certainly sense that Lancelot shared in Darya’s apprehension. But Arthur was responsible for all their lives….everyone that served and lived within the walls of this fortress. And he took that duty quite seriously. And then his side painfully reminded the Commander of its presence…and as if God himself was gently warning Arthur that he should take heed….his vision blurred again and he was forced to reach up and scrub over his eyes with the back of his hand. Arthur released a sigh and handed Neeve the now empty mug. “It seems I must allow you your way…..” Arthur finally groaned, not making it clear to which he spoke as his eyes remained closed for the moment. He groaned and shifted on the bed enough to lie back on the mattress, leaving one leg dangling over the side and covering his face with an arm. This was not to Arthur’s liking at all. |
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