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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,967 Views)
golden_trillium

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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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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…

Lancelot
 
"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."


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…

Arthur
 
“Well that settles the matter then, hm?”


“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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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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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 11:52 am

Derfel


Linnesse
 
"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."


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.

Linnesse
 
"You really need to rest. But I'll be all right here if
you want to go find her, love- don't worry about me."


“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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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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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.

Ione
 
'Mirtha...I am glad I stayed as well...Please don't let
this be the only time for us...'


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.

Ione
 
'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...'


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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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 1:20 pm
Alina


Galahad
 
"Gods - shut the door! It's bloody freezing. Where've
you been?"


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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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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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.

Alina
 
"Nowhere...I mean, just the tavern. You were asleep,"


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.

Dagonet
 
"Saoirse... Water?"


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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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:21 pm
Milan


Mari
 
"My name is Mari. I live here at Badon Hill..."


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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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....

Mirtha
 
"I would like to... but..." "...it's late
already...and..." "Damn! I am drunk! I need to get sober
for work...in the morning..."


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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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.

Milan
 
"Mi...ne...name...Mmm...Mmmilan..."


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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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
 
"Water - ok ok love, hang on now..."


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.

Saoirse
 
"It won't ever be the same again bu' ye have t'keep
goin'... "


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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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue Apr 22, 2008 3:00 pm
Alina


Galahad
 
"... still missed you... "


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.

Galahad
 
"You smell different.."


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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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.

Lancelot
 
"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."


Neeve
 
“Now…let’s get you ready to get the rest you need…”


“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.

Lancelot
 
"Come on, old man,"


“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.

Darya
 
“Please don’t fight this…don’t fight the healer in this…
You know she is right…”


“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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