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April 2008
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golden_trillium

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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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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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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...

Mirtha
 
"I care for you too..." "But... I don't think that
anybody can help me in drinking issue." "This is keeping
me alive, you know... Even if there is a huge headache
afterwards!"


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
 
"Hmmm?" "You pleased me Ione." "Hugely..."


.....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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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.

Tristan
 
"Hmmm? Not the usual time for your kind, either,"


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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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:05 pm
Tristan


Catherine
 
"My kind? You make me sound like some nocturnal animal.
Or, worse yet, you make it sound like I am in any way
predictable. 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, in any place, anywhere. With
anyone."


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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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....

Tatiana
 
"Morning Brendyn, sleep well?" "How are you feeling? Did
the herbs work out ok?"


"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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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.

Arthur
 
“You will regret referring to me in those words when I
am myself again,”


"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.

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

"I must follow my conscience, Darya…”


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."

Arthur
 
“It seems I must allow you your way…..”


"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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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 6:05 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"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," "Once i warmed up and had something warm
to drink like your herb tea...I felt a lot better."


"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.

Brendyn
 
"I am sorry about last night, Tatiana."


"That's all right. I forgive you, Brendyn." She replied
truthfully with a nod.

Brendyn
 
"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..."


"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.

Brendyn
 
"I have to report for duty now, Taitana. Shall I see you
later perhaps?"


"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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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.

Merlin
 
"Juna"


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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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:10 pm
Brendyn


Tatiana
 
"You're very welcome, Brendyn. I'm glad to hear that the
drink plus the herbs worked out well." "That's all
right. I forgive you, 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...

Tatiana
 
"Yes. I'd like that very much, Brendyn." "I'll be around
in the fort either in the stables, tavern or somewhere,
but I'll be here."


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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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thur Apr 24, 2008 12:08 am
Alina


Galahad
 
"I was just asking...Hey ... what did you mean when you
said you'd have to be crazy... ?"


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. She would think he had simply wandered
away.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Apr 24, 2008 1:33 am
Darya & Neeve


Arthur
 
“It seems the three of you are determined to confine me
to my bed tonight,”


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.

Arthur
 
“I must follow my conscious, Darya…”


“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…

Lancelot
 
"He'll be good - don't worry. Ow… Fucking Woads."


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…

Arthur
 
“It seems I must allow you your way…..”


Lancelot
 
"Indeed you must. Sleep. Sleep, Arthur. I will have a
page sent to inform the Optio of your condition.,"


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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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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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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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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