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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 09:54 PM Post #301 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 1:25 pm Tatiana Feeling safer in the bed inside of Brendyn's quarters that she was in than the little cot that she normally slept in at the stables, she was enjoying a dream of a Princess when she felt a soft, sweet chaste kiss on her lips as if from a Prince. Stirring slightly, her dark lashes fluttered on her cheeks like butterfly wings fluttering on the breeze. Opening her eyes, a sleepy, but happy smile appearing on her face in response to seeing him dressed in his soldier's uniform, looking like he did that night in the tavern. "Morning Brendyn, sleep well?" She asked her voice sounding still a bit sleepy, dreamy, and very young as she rubbed her eyes like a little girl. "How are you feeling? Did the herbs work out ok?" Tatiana queried as she glanced up into his dark blue eyes with her hazel ones that looked more like a light blue than a hazely color in the early morning light. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 09:54 PM Post #302 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 1:43 pm Mona Mona had awakened early - long before dawn. She had gathered her battle gear as Merlin instructed her to and was too wound up to really get any signifcant sleep. The woad had washed herself and dressed in fresh clothes. She hadn't armored herself with weapons yet. There would be time to do that when she received her orders. Looking around the small campsite just to make sure she had everything, Mona stepped opened the flap of her makeshift tent. Immediately, she spotted Guinevere, already donning her disguise, just coming out into the clearing. Wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to speak with Merlin's daughter alone, Mona hurriedly approached the other woman. "Good to see you again on this new day, Guinevere," Mona said. "Has Merlin awakened yet?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 09:55 PM Post #303 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 2:03 pm Ione When she had told him that she'd help him solve his drinking problem, he laughed at her like it did not matter, and also to the fact that she told him that she had cared for him...cared what happened to him. But then when she had kissed him, he had responded to her with equal passion. Ione still had felt aroused from the recent bout of lovemaking, and the kiss re enhanced that feeling. The kiss broke, and all Ione could do was look into the lonely eyes of a man bent on destroying himself due to drink....but there was something deeper. Something that made her care and want him. When Mirtha spoke, Ione listened...
Keeping him alive? Ione frowned. Most of the drunks she knew had killed themselves by drinking....there was nothing medicinal about any of it! When the young weaver head him say that he cared for her as well, Ione had not expected it. It was nice to hear though. Once more she went back to the stairs of the loft and looked back at Mirtha once more as if waiting for the answer to the question she had asked him. Ione wondered if she'd still please him even if he came to her sober, and not drunk. Thoughts of a Roman her parents had "sold" her to before she came to Badon Hill, Marcus, had been a drunkard as well as his friends....they had almost killed her had it not been for Accolon. Something about those memories set her against drunks, but that Mirtha was a dear friend, and he had saved her life, so now she wanted to help him....
.....Mirtha seemed somehow surprised at her question, but to Ione it was not a silly one. She knew of men who never cared for women, but only used them. She did not want to hear that Mirtha was one of those. Ione's foot hit the first step as she stepped off of the loft. His answer made her stop, and smile at him. There was nothing to say as the look in his eyes said it all. "Mirtha....if you need me...you know where I will be....even if you need a place to stay..." Giving him another smile that was almost like an added message. She did not know how to tell Mirtha that she wanted to be his lover, friend and comforter, but maybe he had thought it all out. Without another word, Ione decended the steps and left the stables, toward the shop.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 09:56 PM Post #304 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 2:04 pm Catherine Nervous? What need had she to be nervous? Catherine had a remarkable confidence in herself. Well, to most it would seem remarkable. To anyone who lived in her company for any length of time they would soon come to realise that her confidence is something that she works on. She delibrately kept herself clean and beautiful so that she could be confident. When Tristan raised his eyebrows at her she just smiled broader, one eyebrow arching upwards delicately though the coy smile on her face remained in situ, impish and pleasant.
The Knight looked away from her and it was only when his dark eyes were peering off into the distance that Catherine altered her expression. She bit her bottom lip in quiet delight and shut her eyes. She very nearly trotted on the spot in excitement, a sense of victory surging inside of her. So he had not explicitly said anything to make her think that his patronage was assured but he had not told her to go away either, and he knew precisely what she was. Catherine was caught in her whimsical delight when Tristan peered over his shoulder at her. Her eyes widened and she stared at him sheepishly. Her eyelashes fluttered slowly as she moved forward, bowing her head as she lifted her skirt a little to allow her to walk up the steps slowly, her footfalls nearly silent. "My kind? You make me sound like some nocturnal animal. Or, worse yet, you make it sound like I am in any way predictable." the blonde whispered, coming to a stop two steps down from Tristan. She turned her back to the wall and leaned against it lightly, looking upwards at the eave that sheltered her from most of the rain but also to allow Tristan a lovely view of her narrow, soft neck. The tiny hairs on her skin were prickled with cold and goosebumps. The polished stone she wore on a thong around her neck rested just above the cleft of her breasts, drawing the eye when her head was tilted just so. Hazy green eyes were bright and intense as they skirted to the side, looking at Tristan, hoping he was looking at her and praying he was enjoying what he saw. "My job has no boundaries. It has no time constraints. It is a job that can be done at any time, day or ... and night, " she amended with a grin, "In any place, anywhere. With anyone." Catherine continued, her palms pressed lightly to the stone on either side of her body, fingers curling inwards so the pads of her fingertips could feel the rough texture. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 09:58 PM Post #305 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:05 pm Tristan
That was promising...and he liked this one's style. She talked, but she got to the point, and she made no pretense about what she was and wasn't. Tristan edged his glance over to her again, the edge of his mouth just turning up in a tiny hint of a smile as he looked her over. Little beads of water on her skin...polished stone necklace accentuating the shadow between her breasts...very nice. Unfortunately, on consideration, he really shouldn't patronize her right now. He had to see to his new horse again- the more training they could do together before they were asked to ride out on a mission, the better. He hadn't even intended to linger here up on top of the wall- just to wander a bit and see the view while he finished his breakfast, which was now gone. He really ought to be getting to the stables, and while he could make it very quick, he really wasn't sure that quick was what he had in mind right now. He'd rather at least have the option of a little more time. "After noon meal?" He gave her another satisfied look up and down to accompany the words, then reached over and weighed his belt pouch in his hand, subtly, just enough for the coins within to make a faint clinking sound. Enough to indicate their presence, and the purpose for which he intended to spend them. She would not find him stingy- in fact, he usually preferred to give whores a touch more coin than they were asking. He felt better if he did that- as though it removed any question of additional obligations. "Down there?" He half-turned from the wall and nodded downwards towards the main courtyard, which the stables and the tavern both opened on. If she was somewhere around there at the appropriate time, he'd find her, and then perhaps he could enjoy himself a bit. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 09:59 PM Post #306 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 4:15 pm Brendyn The one thing that Brendyn had forgotten was how wonderous and magical it was to watch a woman awaken from her dreams. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, and the sleepy smile that appeared on her sweet face. Tatiana looked as enchanting as she had when he first laid eyes on her in the tavern, but after last night, he wondered how she could still smile at him. He had almost taken her against her will, if she had not stopped it, and he had enough honor to quit....
"Aye, the herbs worked well, thank you....though I think a bit of it was the fact that I was just tired and damp from the rain," He pushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes as he continued. "Once i warmed up and had something warm to drink like your herb tea...I felt a lot better." He stood from where he knelt next to the bed and walked over to a towel he used to clean his sword with, and sighed as he turned back to her. Brendyn ran the cloth over the shiny surface wiping the blood off of the surface. "I am sorry about last night, Tatiana." He left it at that. No need going into long drawn out gabs as to the why and wherefore...the apology was enough.... Brendyn checked once more over the sword then set the towel down and placed the sword in it's scabbard. Noticing the questioning ook she was giving him, Brendyn replied, "Do not worry about me, Tatiana. In truth I cannot recall the last time I slept so well, and felt so good....except for my arm wound, but that will heal in time..." Approaching her, he leaned over and gave her another chaste kiss, slow and sweet. Then, he arose to head for the door. "I have to report for duty now, Taitana. Shall I see you later perhaps?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:00 PM Post #307 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 5:31 pm Lancelot Lancelot finally got Arthur's boots unlaced and nodded without realizing it at Darya's readying of the bed. He cocked an eyebrow at Arthur as the Roman grumbled and fussed - he knew Arthur wasn't happy to be in the position he was in, but it wasn't to be helped.
"Hrm," Lancelot grunted noncommitally - Arthur could complain all he liked, but the First Knight was not afraid of this particular Roman. Especially when said Roman was down for the count.
Lancelot stood up and placed Arthur's boots in the corner, near to the other man's armor. He scrubbed his hand over his face again - for what felt like the hundredth time, and tried to ignore the private conversation Arthur and his lover were having. It gave Lancelot an odd feeling in his stomach; a strange tightening that had nothing to do with apprehension over Arthur's condition. He met Neeve's blue gaze, and flashed his teeth charmingly at her. "He'll be good - don't worry. Ow," he gritted, rubbing at his arm. "Fucking Woads."
"Indeed you must," Lancelot sighed. He blinked his eyes and rubbed them to clear the spots from his vision. "Sleep, Arthur. I will have a page sent to inform the Optio of your condition." Lancelot would actually like to have been the one to speak to the lovely Optio himself; he'd like to get the truth of the attack on Badon out of the hook nosed fucker. Nonetheless, he'd have his information soon - he could certainly count on Tristan to find out what had happened while the knights had been out defending the damnable Britons from the dirty Saxons. He touched Arthur's leg. "Sleep," he repeated. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:02 PM Post #308 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 6:05 pm Tatiana
"You're very welcome, Brendyn. I'm glad to hear that the drink plus the herbs worked out well." Tatiana replied happily, glad to hear that it was able to help him.
"That's all right. I forgive you, Brendyn." She replied truthfully with a nod.
"That's what friends do, they worry about each other, or so I've been told. I am glad that I was able to give you some comfort and care, Brendyn." Tatiana said a grin appearing on her face in reaction to his words. Matching his kiss with one of her own, Tatiana placed one hand on the back of Brendyn's neck, her fingertips coming in contact with the soft hair there, then released him when the kiss was done.
"Yes. I'd like that very much, Brendyn." She replied with a nod of hopeful agreement to his request. "I'll be around in the fort either in the stables, tavern or somewhere, but I'll be here." Tatiana grinned as she watched him leave his quarters then after stretching like a cat, got up and did a little tiding up before she, too, left to head down to the stables before stopping off at the tavern for breakfast. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:03 PM Post #309 |
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Author: linnet Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 7:35 pm Juna The physical contact woke Juna immediately, but by sheer force of habit she did not open her eyes or change her slow breathing. Her body recognized the signals. Signals too often sent by the two men whose property she had been. The first had been rough and mean, hated by her until he was killed. The second was kinder, but it made no difference. He had wanted the same from her. With them, she would fake sleep as long as possible, hopeful that they would lose interest and leave her alone. If they persisted, she would harden her body, and send her mind elsewhere. She would endure, clench her teeth, wish it over quickly, picture them dead. She would feel nothing but discomfort and revulsion. When they finished with her, they would revile her for being cold, unresponsive, tight, not fit to be called a woman. Still, both would try again before long. Now she felt herself being pulled into closer contact. A kiss of unmistakable warmth was placed on her neck. Her eyes opened wide and a smile spread over her face. There could be no faking of sleep now, even if she had wanted to. It was all different. It was Merlin. A soft sigh left her throat as he kissed her cheek and her earlobe.
She turned over to face him, putting one hand on the back of his head, holding it gently as she nestled the side of her face against his. Then she let go and propped herself up on her elbow. She was aware that there must have been a girlish grin on her face, bordering goofy. She forced it to stop. Her eyes, full of emotion, searched his for guidance. She had asked him to lead and now she needed him to do that. She was so uncertain of how intimacy was supposed to work, of what he wanted or expected, and of how her body would respond to someone she loved. If and when Merlin wanted her that way, how would he react to a woman who had been with two ‘husbands’, knew well what went where during sex, but didn’t know what it was like to make love? |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:04 PM Post #310 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:10 pm Brendyn
Forgiveness. There was a word that he wished he had used on several occasions. Now that was too late, and those he should have asked for forgiveness were gone. He recalled replying to Tatiana that it made him feel better knowing that he had been forgiven for such an act. Now, as he walked across the courtyard in the dim light of the Winter morning with the light snow falling. Brendyn wondered what adventures awaited him today, though those thoughts were quelled by the ruined buildings and bodies that still needed to be picked up. The only thing that made the morning easier was the sound of Tatiana's voice... That's what friends do, they worry about each other, or so I've been told. I am glad that I was able to give you some comfort and care, Brendyn... The grin that had appeared on her face, and the kiss she had returned with equal sweetness. Brendyn's neck still felt the touch of her fingers there. Sigh. Damn he wished that he had had time to spend with her, but he knew he was going to be quite busy. But he thought that perhaps a ride over the moors when Spring came....that would be fun....though he suspected that he'd see her even before then...
Brendyn smiled to himself as he recalled his reply. He'd know where to find her...one could always ask. Anxious eyes scanned the skies as they began to slowly lighten up with streaks of varigated grays and blue grays. With all speed, he made his way to the wall to report to the sub Commander... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:07 PM Post #311 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Thur Apr 24, 2008 12:08 am Alina
The timidness in his voice and the hesitation in his eyes bothered her. It was the look someone had when they were unsure, of themself and of others around them. The silent questioning behind Galahad's blue eyes was obvious, and it shattered Alina inside knowing that he thought he might've been the problem. She realized now that she had been taking out her frustrations on the wrong person. He didn't know anything. How could he? There had never been a reason besides one she may have given him to be suspicious of her. The bottom line was that he trusted her, and she had betrayed that trust. Alina licked her lips and swallowed roughly, disappointed in herself at that thought, sickened even. "I'm sorry," she whispered. For everything. The dark-haired woman reached out for his hand with both of hers, bringing it to rest against her chest as she moved closer to him again. Her lips softly brushed over his calloused skin; her eyes pleaded with him for some kind of patience with her. "I've been under alot of stress lately," Alina admitted, her gaze dropping to idly study the back of his hand, her slender digits running along each one of his knuckles lightly. "with my cousin gone, everything that happened while you were away..." Brown eyes met blue ones. "And, being away from you," she added sincerely, her voice naught higher than a hoarse whisper now. She dropped her gaze again, and her bottom lip trembled sadly. "That hurt the most." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I've been so lost, Galahad. I still feel like I am...even now..." Cassidy & Fleur Fleur awoke with a start, dazed and half-asleep as she rolled off of the bed she shared with her sister. She sleepily staggered over to the nearby chair and climbed onto it, unconsciously expecting to be welcomed into the safety of Drake's familiar sturdy embrace. Her little legs were angled upon the seat and sagging to one side, her body slouching the opposite way. Her head, cocked to the side, slid down the back of the seat until her cheek rested against her shoulder. She was fully asleep again, momentarily still unaware of the fact that Drake was not there, as he had been every night before. Cassidy slowly stirred, her palm spreading across the coverlet beside her where Fleur had been. Her brow furrowed in consternation and she blindly felt around on all sides of her for her little sister. Finally her eyes peeled open and she lifted her head wearily, glancing around. Recognizing Fleur's tiny form on the chair next to the bed, Cassidy stiffled a yawn and crawled out of bed to stand in front of her. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand as she tried to focus completely. The twelve year old wasn't oblivious to the workings of Fleur's mind. She knew exactly who her sister had been expecting to be there in that seat for her. Fleur had been looking for Drake to comfort her from her nightmare instead of her own sister, and that presumption stung Cassidy a little. She was old enough to accept the fact that Drake was not their father and that they were alone. She was old enough to take care of herself and her sister, and they did not need someone like him looking out for them. This is what she had convinced herself of, so why couldn't Fleur just understand as well? Drake was going to leave. He didn't want them. No one did. Who could love two poor little orphans? They didn't need him. Cassidy sniffled loudly, and then released a sharp sigh. She still did not feel completely well, but that fact didn't stop her from mustering up the strength to lift Fleur up off the chair, his chair, and slop her ungracefully back down onto the bed. The girl inhaled deeply and blew out another sigh, repeating this technique several times in attempt to quell the way they had shuddered upon release. The blonde moved to her hands and knees on the floor then, lifting back the blankets and digging underneath it for Drake's stashed letter. They didn't need him. Her fingers crushed the parchment as she held it out in front of her, her blue eyes growing darker as she stared pensively at it. Gritting her teeth, Cassidy tore the letter to pieces, letting them land where they may. She stood again, brows furrowed deeply, fists clenched at her sides, as she momentarily studied the ripped up letter. She didn't need him. Cassidy released a strained sigh through her nostrils and glanced over at her sister. She woke Fleur and quickly explained that because they were both well again, they were allowed to leave. Fleur beamed happily, ignorantly, her innocent thoughts focused only upon the prospect of being able to play outside at last. Cassidy helped Fleur with her shoes and wrapped the smaller of the blankets from the bed around her for extra warmth. She donned on her own shoes and blanket from the bed, took her sister's hand, and led them from the infirmary. No one in the bustling ward had taken any notice. No one had cared to. Ash Well, at least one person had seen Cassidy and Fleur sneak out. Their scheme hadn't been calculated nor crafty. They had simply walked out of the infirmary. Ash snorted amusedly, and he turned a blind eye. After all, they were of no concern to him. However, they had prompted a valid point - Ash needed to slip from the uncomfortable confinements of the ward as well. Although, his departure had to be much more strategic, so not to draw suspicion. He rubbed a large hand over his strong jaw thoughtfully, and finally an epiphany came to him. He endured the physical pain of donning on his tunic and boots, heaving out a pained groan as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, and stumbled over to the nearest healer. His hair was disheveled, his face unshaven, his dark eyes wide in confusion. He steepled his fingers in front of him, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, and bumbled humbly. He finally raised his gaze again to meet the healer's green one, and he forced such a lost look onto his features. The woman immediately comprehended that he was the wounded man brought in with amnesia and gave him a sympathetic look. "You should rest," she told him. "That's the best medicine." He shook his head fitfully. "I...I ah...I wish to..." he stuttered out, and awkwardly gestured to the dirt and scum along his neck, face, arms, and hands. She seemed to understand. "To bathe?" the healer prompted, and Ash nodded gratefully for her understanding. She seemed to be silently debating with herself for a few moments. "Well, under normal circumstances, I'd advise against this, but...perhaps a nice, warm bath might help you feel better...help refresh something in your memory, hm? I'll be right back." Ash watched the dark-haired, middle aged woman step over to another, an older one, and converse with her momentarily. The older woman nodded gravely and waved her hand dismissively. The dark-haired healer returned, fastening a cloak about her neck in the meantime. Her heart-shaped face was pleasant as she smiled up at him, and she took his arm in order to direct him in the right direction. Ash played ignorance blissfully and willingly followed the woman's lead from the infirmary. It was still quite early and therefore not many patrons were bustling about. Ash internally brooded over his painful masquerade and merely waited for his chance to slip away. An aggressive gust of wind suddenly blew between he and the healer. Her cloak was forcibly unfastened and flew from her shoulders. She gasped and turned to chase after it, leaving Ash his chance to disappear into the shadows. The healer would return to find him gone, but she would not be suspicious of his disappearance. 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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:09 PM Post #312 |
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Author: Darya Date: Thu Apr 24, 2008 1:33 am Darya & Neeve
Neeve snorted quietly and her blue eyes sparkled as she looked down at Arthur. “Not only tonight, Commander…”, she said, an eyebrow quivering as she did so, “…but for as long as it takes to make you regain your strength and for your injury to heal properly…” Darya glanced up at the healer, grateful for the other woman to deal so severely with Arthur despite the Roman’s protests. The Sarmatian knew, that she herself was far too emotional at the moment to make logic decisions. All that was driving her was the fear to lose Arthur should he ride out again…and die by the hands of the Woads, who had just broken the truce.
“Even if this kills you?”, the female Sarmatian asked and let her dark gaze lock with her lover’s once more, “…even if…” The feel of Arthur’s hand on hers let Darya fall silent and she lowered her gaze to look at their joined hands… Until the Roman groaned in pain and fever again. Darya bit her lower lip and moved to give Arthur more space to shift so that he could lay down… And even though the Roman attempted to hand the now empty mug to the healer, it was the Sarmatian who took it from him, immediately peeking into it to make sure he had indeed emptied it… She then signaled the other woman a positive with a short nod…and received a satisfied nod in return…
The raven-haired healer smirked slightly at the First Knight. “Well, there is indeed not much we can do for our Commander now. He needs sleep…and rest. I’ll make sure he gets some hot soup later, which should help his body to recover strength…” With that, Neeve set the materials she had not needed to bandage Arthur’s midsection aside and pointed a long finger at Lancelot’s arm instead. “Which should give us plenty of time to have a closer look at that…don’t you think?” No, she was not done with the curly-haired knight yet. His wound needed to be seen to as well or there was a good chance that he would end up in the same sorry condition their Commander was in…and Neeve would be damned if she would let that happen…
Darya put the empty mug on the table when Arthur finally lay down and moved to his side, gently lifting the leg he had left dangling over the bed’s side onto the mattress as well before pulling the blankets over her lover’s body. Then she gently brushed a hand over the Roman’s hair while he still had his face covered by his arm. The Sarmatian knew he was not happy about this…but was confident that he would understand and appreciate the intransigence of the three persons in the room that cared so much for him. “Speaking of sleep…”, Neeve announced and looked at Lancelot and Darya for a moment, “…the way you two look, this is exactly what you need as well… The night’s pretty much over already…yet it would do good to everyone to get a nap and to wash I would say…” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:10 PM Post #313 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Thu Apr 24, 2008 3:12 am Fiona Fiona had gone home soon after arriving at the tavern the previous night. It had been an exhausting day and night, what with the aftermath of the attacks and telling Gawain about Brianna. She had been given reassurance, though, when he walked her to the building the night before, that he might possibly be around if she needed anything. She didn't want to burden him, or anything of the sort, but it was good to know that she wasn't all alone in this situation and really, the woad knew that it probably hurt the knight much more than it did her. But, now it was a new morning, one that started off the same as usual. Or, as usual as it could have been, considering Fiona was still getting used the life she was living now. It was like nothing had ever happened, like her sister hadn't returned home and the woads hadn't attacked either. The first thing that registered when she woke up was the still frigid air, something that she was growing to despise and all she wanted to do was bury herself further underneath the covers for a few more minutes. That is, until Vanora and Bors' children became a bit too rowdy and loud, causing the young woman to groan but still, a grin rose to her face at the sounds of them outside of the sheet that separated her "room" from the rest of the house. She briefly wondered if this was how Brianna's child would be after it was born and grew to be a few years old. She hoped that she would at least be able to see the child but nothing was ever set in stone, as she was now starting to figure out. It was a bit hard to realize that things didn't always go the way that you planned or even wanted but it was the way of the world, Fiona supposed. And that didn't mean that she had to like it either. Giving up all hope for getting anymore sleep, the woad rose from her bed, dressing for the day and quickly stumbling out into the cold weather, preparing to head for the tavern for something to eat. Along the way, something made the course of direction she was headed in. Maybe it was her curiosity of what else she could find among the fort, pulling her the other way, or something else, she didn't know. Fiona moved around the fort, coming upon the large wall, a structure that made her feel insignificant almost when she stood beside it. And to think, this was blocking her way to her people and even freedom, as the woads saw it. Had she grown up with a different type of heart, or even a different look on life, she might have thought the same thing, that the only thing these walls could bring was lack of freedom. But, living this life away from the woads she thought would give her an opportunity, to be more than a warrior. She knew it was a dignified way of life for her people, to be among the ones that fought for the freedom from people like Arthur or others like him, but she simply did not like the killing. She had too much of a soft heart and passive personality to be a killer, no matter how odd it might seem to the others. Not that it mattered anymore, though. Fiona was here in the fort, among Arthur and his people and not with Merlin. It was likely that many would view it as her turning her back on her own people and she had to wonder if she didn't go through with going to Avalon, would she still be counted among the woads? She was going to the isle as a means of a different way of helping the woad cause but the woad was having doubts, as any young person would have at feeling like their life might not be their own, or their decisions and what they wanted to do almost didn't matter. But then, was there even any way to get out of it? Surely her father would find out somehow if she did not leave on a caravan when it leaves for Avalon. Maybe it was the least of her worries, though. She was still the enemy in a Roman fort and sooner or later more people than not would know who she truly was. A few people already knew and not everyone she could just readily trust with a secret such as being a woad. Chewing on her lower lip, Fiona shook her head, gasping slightly as a wind blowing through brought her out of her thoughts, a shiver running through her body. She looked up, seeing the colors indicating that the sun was continuing to rise and a brief longing overtook her as she moved her way to the nearby stairs, climbing them as she deftly held the edges of her cloak together with one hand. Her blue eyes looked up and down the wall, lingering on a gorgeous blonde woman (Catherine) and the scout conversing with each other. She moved down the wall a little bit towards them, stopping as her gaze turned towards the view that couldn't be seen from below. She smiled as she took in the surrounding view, looking towards the woods and almost picturing in her mind what she would be doing right now if she was still back home. It was a simple fact that she would be homesick for a while and miss the way she had used to live, but she hoped that this chance she had taken would open up new ideas and experiences for her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:10 PM Post #314 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Thu Apr 24, 2008 3:54 am Lucius It was early when Lucius left the quarters of the soldiers. So far he did not meet any of the legendary knights or Arthur Castus but then, all people were the same in front of God, were they not? Maybe it was not that important to meet them at all. Maybe all the stories people told were not the truth anyways. Possible, he thought with a small but amused smile. People were brilliant when it came to adding bits and pieces to some boring facts and it was not important if these stories were about human knights who became immortal heroes or big beasts changing into fire-breathing dragons. He had heard a lot of stories already – and he loved them all. But maybe Lucius was too down-to-earth to see more behind them. With these thoughts and a smile on his lips he left the barrack with the simple rooms and (held his breath due to the fresh and cold morning air) made his way to the wall. He greeted one of the soldiers who kept watch - he looked tired – and made his way to one of the corner posts of the fortress. Soft and curious brown eyes with a hint of deeper darkness scanned the horizon. Lucius was not looking for any sign of an enemy because right now this was not his duty to do. He loved this view and the clear colours of the arriving day – even if that day was quite grey and far away of being colourful. But the landscape of the country was amazing and people seemed not to recognise that. He still stood there when someone from beneath shouted his name. It took a while until he found the person: Titrus, Barbattus’ right hand. He nodded and made his way back down to the courtyard. They changed a few words about the peaceful night, the cold morning and what the day might bring when Titrus informed Lucius: ”We are going to the dungeons. There are two female woad prisoners that need looking after. They need a healer, must be fed and clothed.” Lucius raised an eyebrow about the word fed and looked at Titrus while they made their way to the mentioned prisoners. “… and be patted.” He added with a hint of sarcasm. He could not help it and just had to add something. Feeding and patting the Woads like animals – was that what they saw in their prisoners? At least they would get a healer and food. Somehow Lucius was glad to be able to be there as well. Maybe he hoped that he could help to treat them well and in a most human way. He was sure that his words he had shared with Barbattus were the reason that he was ordered to join Titrus there. The Captain was obviously an intelligent and understanding man, re-thinking the instructions and orders of the Commander, Artorius Castus. They reached the dungeons soon and what Lucius saw down there between the darkness and dancing flames of a few torches made him clench his teeth. No one here was treated like a human being. He was no romantic fool who just saw good things in people but this was… wrong. He followed Titrus in silence until they reached their target. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 16 2010, 10:11 PM Post #315 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Apr 24, 2008 7:17 am Merlin She turned over to face him and half-sat up, propping herself up on her elbow; Merlin raised his own head to look at her and saw with satisfaction a wide smile on her face- but it was quickly surpressed. She seemed uncertain now, more nervous than he would have expected, and it gave Merlin pause. Should he just stop, leave this for later when they had more time? He really didn't want to, truth be told- his body was already eagerly anticipating a little pleasure before taking on the rest of the tasks of the day. And it would cement the growing bond between them- he wanted that, too. Maybe even the Gods wanted that. "It's all right," he soothed her softly, leaning over with a light kiss for her lips. Moving slowly, not wanting to alarm her, he shifted himself over so that he was half on top of her, encouraging her to lie back again and relax. His head bent to her again, and he pressed a few more kisses to her cheek and her neck, moving gradually- but efficiently- down to her collarbones. At the same time, he brought one hand up, starting on her waist, but inching caressingly upwards towards a breast. The warmth and sense of life from her was intoxicating- he almost felt himself tingle wherever he touched her, every nerve pleasantly on edge. He inched a bit lower with his mouth, and brought one knee over to gently start to part her legs. The light coming through the cracks in the shelter walls was getting stronger- but it was not full daylight yet. |
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