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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:30 AM Post #346 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:35 am Dagonet If not for Saoirse here... if not for her warm body, her face and her voice, he would give up to everything. To despair and darkness... But she was here beside him and this was the only thing giving him comfort. The only person, who could understand him and help him. She tried to give him a light smile at his words and he wished he could smile even like that... but he could not reply her with the same. HE felt her legs pressed to his side and her hand reaching for his farther shoulder, her other arm above his head. He felt secure with her. Sheltered from the outside world. They were only two of them here. Nobody will invide their personal space. They were together and it was the only sure thing now. Everything else? Was a nightmare. He had not thought any second in his life that death and pain was brought to him by Saoirse... Never. She was his light... and being without her was the most difficult thing in his life at Badon. It started to shape once more in a good direction before he left on this mission. Now... everything fell into pieces. But he was willing to start again... to try overcome this situation... Only if he had more strenght in him. If he had faith... Saoirse laid down herself and it was good to feel her so close to feel her head crudling his own.
He closed his eyes thight shut... listening to her soft voice. It was her silent pleading... and he felt his heart beat faster, She could not wake him from this nightmare, she could not shake it off him... She could only be there for him and help him, himself overcome this all... It was he, who had to force his mind and summon all of his strenght to do this. But how not to bury himself in his guilt.. how not to give up to this, when he was so hurt? Where to find strenght? The kiss on his cheek was unexpected and he oppened his eyes at it, but when Saoirse's lips touched his he let his eyelids fall down once more, giving up to his lover... tasting her lips. Such sweetness in such harsh reality.
Dagonet's heart beated faster, his eyes were looking into her face directly. There is more... More... He frowned in pain and slowly nodded his head. Just give it time... Time... This is all that he had in his power... to wait. He could do nothing more. She sweared.. that meant that she believed in it, that it was real. That there was something more. Dagonet let out a silent sob, which shook his body once more. He tried to move his injured body to hide beside her from the rest of the world further, pressed himself to her. His hand went to her cheek and brushed it gently, while his eyes looked into hers, closed ones. Swear.. it was a strong word... And he thought of Saoirse only as strong. He should be also strong. "I love you..." he whispered and found her mouth with his lips, kissed her gently, but weakly. After the kiss his head lolled back to his side and he closed his eyes feeling pain in his body... he let out a silent sigh. "I am sorry..." he murmured. "That I wanted to.. stay.. there. and leave you alone. I am so sorry... But I did not know what to do." He looked back at her and attampted a heavy, very unhappy smile "I was mistaken. I want to try, Saoirse... I love you" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:31 AM Post #347 |
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Author: Kay Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:14 am Guinevere
Guinevere stopped suddenly and pulled the cloth away from her face. She turned to look at Mona, her heart thudding wildly as she fought to suppress the howl of outrage gathering in her breast. "How can you even suggest that?" she said at length; her voice sounded strange; her anger almost forcing through to wreck her composure. "She was taken captive after a valiant attempt to kill Arthur. Even now she is probably lying in some fetid dungeon in terrible pain, and you.." Guinevere swallowed hard, clenching and unclenching her fists. "You accuse her of betrayal?" The Woad's dark eyes blazed with rage that flashed and burned inside of her. The image of her dear friend being taken away by Arthur's cronies, danced before her and Guinevere realised with horror that her eyes were brimming with tears; whether they were tears of sorrow or of anger, she could not tell. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:32 AM Post #348 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 9:42 am Mona Mona cringed. The anger in Guinevere's voice was apparent and immediately Mona regretted having said anything at all related to Neeria's possible defection. But this was Mona's chance to...
Mona turned red. She lowered her head and shifted nervously from one foot to another. Mona did not answer her.
The woad princess's voice quivered which revealed her raw emotion. Mona looked back up and met Guinevere's blazing dark eyes that were rimmed with tears that threatened to spill over. "Guinevere, forgive me, princess," Mona said. "I don't wish to hurt you or to speak ill of Neeria in her absence. But I thought perhaps your father had told you last night before he retired." Mona paused for a moment as Guinevere stared at her with a quizzical look on her face. Knowing it was too late to stop, Mona continued. "I thought perhaps Merlin told you that after Neeria was captured by Arthur, I heard her tell him that if he spared her life, she would lead Arthur to us - to your father. Arthur agreed and spared her life. That is the reason Neeria lives, prisoner or not. Arthur spared her in return for your father." Mona stared at Guinevere, realizing that she almost pleased with the reaction she saw on the princess's face. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:32 AM Post #349 |
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Author: Ranchera Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 10:57 am Connell Connell had hired one of the orphaned local boys to look after his animals and his home while he was gone. He also refreshed his supplies, only guessing at what to expect when they rescued Neeria and whomever else the Romans held. As he patted one of the goats of his menagerie, the hired boy had looked at him, and asked him, “What if you don’t return?” Connell’s gray eyes had fallen on the boy’s youthful face. “Then everything I have is yours,” he replied after a moment. Then he departed. He trudged through the brush and reappeared at Merlin’s encampment. Few were about, but he sighted Mona and more importantly, Guinevere. Connell solidified himself and reappeared through the brush, hiking his small bag upon his back. “Good morrow, ladies. I trust we’re ready. We’re in this together come what may, yes?” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:34 AM Post #350 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 11:37 am Eala Eala sniffled loudly when she was hauled back to her feet. She stood with her head bowed, her eyes downcast and her shoulders hunched forward protectively. Every now adn then she shivered but it was suppressed anger, not cold that had her shivering. She hated this place. It smelled awful. The man beside her kept talking but she ignored him, keeping her eyes focussed on the ground. People moved around her, shifting in and out of beds. Eala glanced up at the man when she thought he had finished talking, a look of pure, untapped hate - and his lips started to move again. The little blonde narrowed her black eyes. That hurt the bruise on her cheek a little. Her lips parted as she mimicked some of the words that he spoke, trying to figure them out in her head. He was asking her if she would fight for freedom? The little woad grit her teeth and gave another loud sniff, this time it was more a confidence thing before she nodded her head stiffly. She would die for for freedom, not just fight for it. His gaze shifted and Eala followed it briefly, seeing a strangely dressed woman looking at her in horror. Eala's eyes widened and she glanced down at herself wondering what on earth the woman had seen to make her look so horrified. The blanket was still half over her head but on the side it wasnt the cover had slipped to reveal the swollen shoulder socket. But what did she care? She was a Roman! Eala's nose wrinkled as she looked back at the woman but as she did so she spotted a familiar face on the bed behind. "Nnnnnnn!!!!" the little woad suddenly moaned, coming to life unexpectedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet and went to run forward. But the chains and the man holding them didn't give her much leeway and so she came up short, stumbling a little. She turned to hiss at the man holding the chains, wrapping her fingers about the cold metal and tugged them viciously, making strange noises all the while, attempting to go to Neeria. Drake It took a long time before Linnette stopped releasing the most heart-wrenching, choking sobs. It took a long time before she started to still next to him. It took a long time of thinking for Drake to realise that his plans to leave were now well and truly scuppered. He kept a hand to the side of Linnette's head and looked over at his saddlebags which he had unceremoniously dumped on the ground in front of the two of them. He had been leaving because of his growing attachment, because of his increasing emotions here at Badon Hill - and he knew that that was only to become worse, but something more important than his sanity and hermitage demanded he remain. He had no intentions of taking Gedeon's place by Linnette's side and he would never think to do so, but he couldn't leave her when she was so broken. The Spaniard's mind was racing with all these thoughts, justifying his decision to remain now as much as he had justified it to leave yesterday when Linnette stirred beside him.
Drake was shaking his head softly by the second word out of Linnette's mouth. By the time she had uttered what she wanted to she had dissolved into another fit of sad tears, her voice rising in pitch and sorrow towards the end. Drake sighed looking down at her with her face against her sleeve which was pulled down over her hand. Women's tears was a serious weak point in his seemingly impenetrable armour. Ever since he had seen his wife in floods of tears on their bed with her blood everywhere... seeing women cry reminded Drake of that horrid, treacherous moment painfully. How could he unbreak her heart? "Why are you out here, Linnette? Why aren't you with your sister?" Drake asked gently but firmly, his brow furrowed deeply. His hand on her far shoulder twitched, hitching her cloak up about her a little more to keep the warmth in as much as possible. He cuoldn't understand why she would be here of all places if it was a place like this where her husband had fallen. Did she expect to find him here? Did she expect to look down the side of the wall and see her husband return? Drake realised that that is precisely what she had hoped for and he swallowed hard. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:36 AM Post #351 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:04 pm Linnette
"She..." Linnette sniffed deeply, her chin trembling as she looked up at Drake again, getting her crying under control and preparing herself to talk. Unable to begin for a second, she fluttered one cold hand in the vague direction of the knights' quarters, and Linnesse and Derfel's room. "She was asleep- I didn't want to wake her. She's been so ill." Linnette sniffled again, but a sad half-smile crossed her face, incongruous after all those tears. It was good that Linnesse was sleeping so peacefully- she needed to recover, regain her strength. It was good that she was resting, away from the cold here up on the wall and all Linnette's tears. Which were threatening again in the corners of her eyes. A bit impatient with their constant proximity, Linnette stood up in a smooth movement and turned around, leaning her elbows once more on the parapet and looking out at the road that passed under Badon's gate and out into infinity. There was no one on it now- no lone rider coming home late from the battle, not even a staggering, wounded straggler. No one. "I came here because...well..." she gestured downwards to the road and shrugged as a lump formed in her throat and her chin trembled again. Somehow, she had the idea that Drake would understand what she was thinking about, even if, in this instance, it was foolishness. Which it was. Heaving a discontented sigh that was also an attempt to once more get her tears under control, she turned her back on the empty vista of the road and leaned her back against the parapet instead, drawing her cloak tighter around her. It was then that she spotted the saddlebags- two of them, packed full, sitting on the ground about three feet away from her. For just a fraction of a second, she started, thinking they were Gedeon's, taken from her room, and why on earth had Drake done that? She threw him a momentary sharp glance- before realizing that these saddlebags were different, a slightly darker color, and decorated differently. They weren't Gedeon's- so they must be Drake's. "Are you going somewhere?" she asked him, looking curiously up into his eyes, her brows slightly knitted together in the middle. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 01:37 AM Post #352 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:17 pm Saoirse Saoirse wasn't convinced that she was the right person to be doing this. She was not the most sypmathetic ear in the world. Nor was she necessarily good at comforting people. It just hapened to be that she didn't trust anyone else with bringing Dagonet through this. She doubted that even she could do it - but at least this way if he remained in this morose state that she would have no one else to blame but herself. That he loved her was irrelevant to his recovery. She thought.
His kiss was well received. Saoirse's lips were tense when he kissed her, but she enjoyed it for what it was. She appreciated it for the comfort it brought to her, the reassurance that not everything had changed, despite how things felt. IT didn't last long - Dagonet's head lolled backwards and he sighed. Saoirse held her breath, eyes still shut and her lips still parted where he had been kissing her.
The Irish woman's eyes opened slowly, as if opening for the first time. She looked down at Dagonet, tilting her head so that it rested on her shrugged shoulder. His words meant alot to her. She knew he meatn them despite the sadness in his smile. Saoirse sighed, offering another sad smile as she lifted her fingers to his lips. "Ye don't have t'smile,..." she told him, "Just mean those words an' tha' is all I'll ask of ye." Saoirse spoke honestly. She loved his smile but this was nothing but a hollow, heartbreaking shadow of his smile. It was sad, it held every ounce of pain that he felt and it seemed gruesome to make him smile when there was nothing light inside of him right now. "I love ye too, Dagonet. More an' more." The Irishwoman trailed her fingers across Dagonet's forehead and down over his eyebrows. "Ye must be tired ... d'ye wan' t'sleep?" Drake Drake felt a very unsteady tremor in his chest when Linnette looked up at him with such sorrow in her hazel eyes. That sorrow seemed to mock him - mocking his resolve to try and unbreak her heart. His jaw tensed and his bottle green gaze dropped a little, looking at the tear drop on Linnette's pale jaw instead of focussing on her pained eyes. It was that bit easier to look at the tear than to look at the source of them, to see the pain that sent those tiny salty beads cascading down her innocent cheek.
The Spaniard nodded his head at her explanation about Linnesse. He understood her reasoning well enough, and he could hardly be angry with the blonde sister for leaving Linnette so alone at such a time because the woman had been so damnably sick. Drake had escaped hte illness - though he did have a hole in his hand from the attack - it was not something that needed bedrest the way that ailment would require for those who had been struck down by it. Drake lifted his arms suddenly when Linnette lurched to her feet. He remained sitting on the ground while she spoke, tilting his head to peer up at her through the grey curtain of rain that continued to fall. The wind blowing on the other side of the wall caught her hair, sending it whipping back behind her as she faced the parapet. When she paused in her explanation, Drake stood. He felt awkward standing in front of he the way he did now - his hands hanging limp at his sides, all the blood rushing to his fingers. His head was lifted with pride though, that permanent frown still upon his forehead when Linnette turned around. The spaniard lifted his eyes to look into hers but she was looking downwards now. At his bags.
Drake silently cursed his haste. He glanced over his shoulder with eyebrows raised, as if unaware of what she referred to. And there they sat. A silent reminder to him of his good intentions. Taking a deep breath, Drake scratched the back of his neck and pursed his lips, looking back at Linnette, evenly, in the eye. "No." he replied honestly. Not anymore I'm not. he finished in his head. Somehow he knew that if he was to tell Linnette he had been planning to leave that one of two things would happen - she would either break down and cry and beg him not to leave right now, or worse, she would insist that he stick to his plans and go where he had to go. That was impossible now. Knowing how helpless she was... oh so she could handle a bow and arrow! He had witnessed that himself. But she was fragile right now. Perhaps when she had passed the worst of her grief, perhaps then he would leave as he had intended. Before he attached himself even more. He would not risk hurting her by allowing himself to .... care. "The barracks was destroyed in the attack." the Spaniard explained, all honesty. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 07:59 PM Post #353 |
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Author: Kay Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:53 pm Guinevere
Guinevere stared at Mona; her mind was reeling with this news. Could it be possible that Neeria had......? No! Neeria would never betray them to Arthur of all people. She hated the man. The Woad princess carefully arranged her features to disguise her inner turmoil, although she feared that Mona may have caught a brief glimpse of Guinevere's distress. "I am certain that my father did not tell me this news because he gave no credence to the notion that Neeria would give such information to Arthur. She must have a plan of some kind" Guinevere said with a small nod, more to herself than to Mona, as if she were underlining the fact for her own satisfaction and dispelling any doubt she may have. The conversation between the two woman was suddenly halted, when Connell, the healer, suddenly appeared in front of them.
Guinevere smiled, turning towards Connell, and away from Mona. "Yes, we are" she said. "We must be on watch for Ash's signal. In the meantime, I must see my father." Guinevere carefully rearranged her disguise, hiding as much of her face as she could, so that any emotions her features betrayed, were concealed behind the bloodied cloth. "I would be grateful for your company" she said to Connell." And she fell into step beside the healer, leaving Mona scurrying along behind. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:02 PM Post #354 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:01 pm Neeria
Neeria gasped and pushed down the pain she felt sweep over her as her body tightened at the sight before her. Eala was calling out to her, trying to get to Neeria except she couldn't because she was shackled! Neeria stared in horror, taking in the sight that was before her. Little Eala looked terrible. Her face was bruised and cut and the way the blanket was positioned, Neeria could see a horrible bruise on the child's exposed shoulder. "Eala!!!!" Neeria screamed. Tears sprang forth from nowhere and burned her eyes. She was not alone! Eala had been captured also and by all the gods she was hurt badly. Ordering her feet to move, Neeria pushed around the nun and rushed toward Eala. The Roman holding Eala's chains, made a step forward but did not attempt to block Neeria. The child was wild-eyed and jumping up and down frantically. The older woad opened her blanket and circled her arms around the girl, holding the child closely to her, pressing her mouth to Eala's ear. "Nambok-ta!" Neeria said to the child in her ear in their native tongue. Calm down she said to her in a soothing voice. "Seemna ro-tok", I am here,. Neeria continued to hold the girl closely, hoping Eala would be able to connect with her. "What have they done to you, Eala?" Neeria said into the girl's ear. Neeria was horrified to see that Eala was naked and the horrible bruises about her face and body. The hatred that Neeria felt for the Romans suddenly returned as she cradled Eala and tried to reassure her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:04 PM Post #355 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:14 pm Dagonet His mind was troubled with death and pain, his soul and heart was broken... his faith lost. But he had her beside.. He had Saoirse, who tried her best to help him. The wounds in his heart and soul were still too fresh.. still aching and still deep, very deep. It was good to have her close, it brought element of peace and stability. But he could not drew strenght and comfront from this... not yet. It was still too fresh. She smiled at him in her sad and compassion smile and brought her fingers to his lips.
Her touch was so gentle... He frowned in pain and understanding... He didn't have to smile... He did not have to summon strenghts and lightness he had not in him. He meant those words... really, he wanted to try and give it time... he wanted to give the world and his pain time. And to hear that she loved him made him feel a little warmer. This time she won't leave him.. She was there for him. He nodded silently his head and wanted to thank her for being with him, for staying with him this whole time... for loving him, but she already asked this question, which made him close his eyes for a moment
Dagonet was weak.... He could feel it in his body. He had lost too much of blood, it drained strneghts from him. He breathed a little harder. Did he want to sleep? Did he want to rest a little? He oppened his eyes and looked at her. He was tired... his body was tired and his heart was tired. But even so he shook lightly his head. He was afraid of having nightmares.... Of seeing Gedeon's fall once more. In truth the last night he hadn't any of them, but still he was afraid of the pain to come back. He did not want to sleep... but his body was saying otherwise. His head turned to the side and his eyes went shut. "I don't want to..." he murmured silently. "...but my body thinks differently." He forced his eyes to open once more to look upon her.... "I'll rest only.. for a moment." ... before he slipped away into darkness of dreams. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:06 PM Post #356 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:27 pm Linnette
"Oh." Linnette blinked a bit confusedly, looking from Drake to the bags on the ground and back again. That explained well enough why Drake had his things all packed up, but not why he had dragged them all the way up here to the wall. It still felt like a piece of that puzzle was missing- but it couldn't be that important. Linnette brushed it off with a shrug and pushed a couple of sodden strands of hair back from her face. She hadn't quite realized how wet she had gotten, sitting out here in the rain which was a bit more than a drizzle by now. But now that she thought about it- a good deal of the dampness on her face wasn't tears. And Drake was starting to look rather bedraggled, too, standing there with his hair pressed in a damp ridge to his forehead and the shoulders of his cloak dark with wet. "M...maybe we should go inside...somewhere." There was a tone of resignation in her voice as she made a vague gesture towards the tavern; she really wasn't ready to face people yet. But would she ever be? Would it ever be any better than it was now? It was hard to imagine it being so. She dropped her eyes again, feeling droopy and tired and drained, and spotted the bandage around Drake's hand. She had done that bandage herself, the night before last. "How's your hand?" she murmurred, reaching out to touch the edge of the bandage curiously, her eyes still downcast. Linnesse Morning. The first thing Linnesse was aware of was comfort. She had not dreamed, that she could remember- she had slept as deep as could be imagined, hardly moving all night. Now, as she began to come awake, she became aware of the warm cocoon her body was wrapped in- one consisting not only of blankets, but of Derfel's warm, heavy, sleeping presence beside her. She lay still for what seemed like a long while, eyes closed, just enjoying the warmth and pleasant lassitude that spread through her extremities. Until her stomach, most uncharacteristically, growled. Growled? She blinked her eyes open, surprised, and took stock of her feelings. She was tired still, yes...but she was also, incredibly, hungry. Starving, in fact. Her stomach positively ached to be filled- a completely novel experience, one which she had not had the pleasure of since before her illness started. And Linnette! That was the next thought that popped into her head, making her sit up abruptly, then squeeze her eyes shut against the sudden wave of dizziness that occasioned. It passed quickly, though, and she opened her eyes again, now pushing back the blanket and swining her legs over the edge of the bed. Was she all right? Was she still in her room, or already about for the day? Where was she? The urgency of needing to find her sister was so much that even barefoot and cloakless, Linnesse was almost to the door, and had very nearly stepped on the breakfast tray before she saw it. She stumbled sideways, nearly losing her balance as she tried to redirect that step in midair, barely missing one of the mugs of juice with her foot. How in the world had that gotten there?? Once she had recovered her balance, she crouched down to see what was on the tray, one hand on the dresser to keep from wobbling again. It was, come to find out, a perfectly set out breakfast, enough for two people, with generous portions of bread and cheese, butter and some kind of preserves for the bread, and- most unexpectedly, two full mugs of the fruit juice that Linnesse knew was in exceedingly short supply. Linnette- Linnette must have done this! She was in charge of all the stores for the tavern, and often could get her hands on small delicacies unavailable just for the asking to the general public. Linnette! Bless her! Linnesse felt actual tears spring briefly to her eyes in gratitude for this- and also for the small evidence that Linnette was at least well enough to do this. She would eat quickly, and then go find her sister as soon as she possibly could. Blinking back that trace of moisture, Linnesse now set herself to pick up the tray and bring it over closer to the bed. It would be comfortable to sit by Derfel while she ate, and surely he would want some, too. Setting one knee carefully on the floor, she closed her hands around the handles of the tray and lifted, balancing carefully. It seemed terribly heavy- much more so than it should, even considering the heavy crockery plates and mugs of juice. Linnesse was out of breath by the time she had managed to carry set it down on the chair which Linnette had sat in last night and which still stood alongside the bed, so much so that she could not set herself to eating immediately, hungry though she was. She collapsed onto the bed, on her side, facing the tray and with her back to Derfel, just looking at the food for a moment as she got her breath back. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:08 PM Post #357 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:33 pm Juna Every move Merlin made was confident and sure, but always gentle. Juna trusted him totally, her body having become pliant and responsive to each touch. He had positioned himself on his knees between her legs. When he loosened his pants and let them fall from his waist, she had a momentary fear that what the others had said about her inadequacy in taking a man might be true. But she felt so ready, wanting him completely. She lay back and watched as he pushed her skirt up to expose her womanhood. When he touched her there, a sigh caught her breath. Her neck arched upward while her head and back pressed harder against the pine bed. Her fingers clenched at the bed’s covering. The muscles at the inside and back of her thighs tightened and her pelvis pushed slightly against his hand. Still she kept her eyes upon him, although they were beginning to insist on closing in pleasure for short moments as her body took in the unfamiliar sensations.
His words, both a whispered request and a gently authoritarian command, were intoxicating. Juna bent both knees upward, placed the soles of her feet against the bedding, and widened the space separating her legs. He entered her, applying careful but firmly insistent pressure. Her moist opening yielded, and his fullness pushed deep into her. She moved to accept him, letting her body’s tempo match his. The sensed thrust of his release triggered her own climax. A soft cry of “Oh…,” escaped from deep inside her, a mix of surprise and pure joy. The waves of muscular clenching and release that coursed through her were like nothing she had ever felt. She just gave herself over to the wonder of it as each spasm shuddered through her and forced her breath to hitch. Even after Merlin withdrew, slight tremors continued for a few moments. She lay under his beautiful body, spent and happy beyond description. Her arms encircled him, and her head nestled lovingly against him. She had come so perilously close to walking away, having given up hope of ever gaining his attention. Surely no ocean or other wonder could compare to this. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:10 PM Post #358 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:44 pm Merlin "You enjoyed that." It was a statement, not a question, and Merlin murmurred it with a little smirk against Juna's neck, happy and proud to have pleased her. He propped himself up on his elbow again, cupping her cheek with his free hand, once more tracing the sharp, aristocratic planes of her face. "So did I," he added with satisfaction, bending his head to kiss her again. Truth was, he hadn't been with a woman in a long time- since last Beltane, he thought- and he hadn't really shared his bed with one in several years. Too much to do, too much strategizing and spying and pouring his energies elsewhere. And he didn't intend to give up the struggle- never! But happily- there was no reason to neglect it. Juna had been sent by the Gods to guide him- that much he had firmly concluded. And she was excellent company, both in bed and out, and beautiful besides. What more could one ask for? "We'll have to do this much more when we get back to the village," he remarked with a chuckle, as he shifted over to the side, so as not to put too much weight on her and cause her any discomfort. Sighing with contentment, he laid his head down on the bed and pulled tigher in against him, his arm over her waist and one leg partially draped over hers. He didn't stay there long, though, much as he would have like to- the light through the shelter wall's chinks was much stronger now, and from outside came talk and the unmistakeable sounds of people preparing for departure, just as he had ordered last night. "But we'd better get up before they tear this shelter down around us," he continued, aiming a wry grimace at the covered doorway, from beyond which the chatter and general noise came. Resigning himself to the situation, he sat up, stretched, bent to drop one more kiss on Juna's lips, giving her a rueful smile for his relative haste, and then stood to pull his trousers back up. Time to get back to work- and he had to talk to Mona before they left, too. He had, he suddenly concluded, decided to add her to Guinevere's group. Another person yet might come in handy- and perhaps she could help assess Neeria's true intentions. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:13 PM Post #359 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:58 pm Brendyn The young soldier continued to hold firmly on to the chains that bound the feral young prisoner. Brendyn still wondered deep down if his suspicions were correct...that this young woad could not speak? Or was it that she could not hear? He watched her...her head bowed, shoulders forward, and her eyes not looking up at anything though he was sure she was aware of her surroundings. Brendyn had spoken to her, but she had not looked at him, though when he had finished, the woad did look at him and it was a look he was unnerved by: A look of unbridled anger. He had seen anger before, and there were all types, but he got the feeling that if she had half a chance....she would not hesitate to kill him, or Titrus. This was why he kept Malcus's orders in this mind: he would not hesitate to kill or injure anyone, not even this young woad, if she made one move in that direction.... When Brendyn spoke to her again, his suspicions were confirmed in the way her lips seemed to form the words he was saying. She could not hear? It seemed that she was trying to make out what he was speaking and wished that he had spoken slower. When he had finished, he realized that something he had said had made her become...what? he had only mentioned that if she wanted to continue to fight for freedom that she should have her wounds looked at....Freedom? was that it? fight for freedom? In any case, the little woad was nodding her shaggy head stiffly... Who didn't want freedom? Brendyn glanced at Titrus who had also been holding the chains as well. It was a good thing the other man was there as he had seen what this little ball of fire could do against two Romans. This young woad had been trained well...even to the point that it did not phase her in the least that she was buff naked under the blanket, though Brendyn looked up to see a nun looking at his prisoner and seemed to be scared out of her mind. Brendyn looked down at the prisoner to see the swollen shoulder socket. He looked back up at the healer wondering why she was not moving to tend to her. She was a healer, and it was her job to tend to the wounded, but the healers so far had seemed reluctant. Granted she was a prisoner, but she was also human and needed medical attention. Brendyn did not care whether she died or not, but he had orders to see that she was tended to, and then take her back to the dungeons....from there, the Commanders and such could decide what to do with her...
...Without warning, the young woad came to life as her eyes caught someone behind the healer. It seemed as if she just wanted to run forward toward that someone stumbling a bit as she did so. Brendyn was unphased at the fact that she had hissed at him, and he continued to hold her back from escaping again, or at least trying. The soldier looked up to where she had tried to run to, and saw another woman not far off with another guard. Brendyn's eyes narrowed, as the other woman's gaze met the young woad's...
...Quickly, Brendyn made his move as did Titrus as the othe woad woman pushed around the nun and rushed toward his prisoner who was jumping up and down in a frenzy. He partially drew his sword as the woman pulled back the blanket and held the younger woad. Brendyn was ready for whatever this other woad had in mind. His hand gripped the chains harder wrapping them around his hand to secure the grip....
The Briton's hand gripped tighter onto the partially drawn sword watching every move. Now fully alert to everything and everyone around him, Brendyn saw the guard that had been with the older woad, another guard that was with an unknown prisoner (Adian), and Titrus. He did not care what this woman thought of him, but he spoke anyway, "This prisoner attacked two officers. I had orders to bring her here for treatment after that, she is to go back to the dungeons until further notice." His face showed no expression, but he was ready for anything. No doubt these two hated him and any other Roman, but he had no love for them either....or any other enemy of Rome. Brendyn had felt a bit of pain in his left arm, but was so intent on the situation around him knowing that anyone could interfere with the situation, that he was not aware that his wound had become unstitched and was bleeding through his tunic under his left arm.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 08:15 PM Post #360 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 10:58 pm Cassidy & Fleur The snow crunched lightly beneath Fleur's feet as she trotted closely behind Cassidy. Her boots were actually a bit too small for her, and so she curled her toes to make room. Her face was downcast as she watched every step she took, fascinated by her own footprints in the snow. A gust of wind nearly threw her off balance, and left her teeth chattering audibly. Fresh powder drifted inside of her boots, causing her to dance about in mid-stride. She whined then, but Cassidy was too distracted to notice her sister's dilemma. The older of the girls breathed harsh breaths, the damp coldness doing nothing beneficial for her inflamed lungs. It was stubbornness that kept her from faltering, and rage. Cassidy had begun to accept Drake's presence in their lives - and Fleur's godly fascination with him - though she had never made her own feelings known. And now it was too late - it didn't matter. He was leaving. Her cheeks were flushed red, but not from the whipping wind. She sniffed loudly, shrugging up one shoulder as if she was knocking an old chip from it. It was his prerogative to leave, and it was hers to not care. "Sissy! Where we goin'?" Fleur whined loudly. Cassidy unconsciously slowed in pace, although her mind was still racing, in order to allow her sister to catch up to her. "I don't know," the older sister replied somberly, with a quick side-glance toward Fleur. "I'm hungry!" Fleur exclaimed. "We'll eat soon," Cassidy promised, finally pausing and turning toward her sister. "No, now!" the younger blonde demanded, and stomped her foot. "I'm hungry now! An' I wanna go back! RIGHT. NOW. Pleeeeaaassse!" "We're not going back there," Cassidy told her brusquely, a hand on her hip. Cassidy narrowed her eyes toward her sister in all severity, warning the girl not to challenge her authority. All that she did was done with only the best of intentions, although it did not always came across that way, and Fleur was clearly fed up with being toted along during her one of her sister's antics. Fleur mimicked her then, puffing out her cheeks as well, trying to look just as tough as the older girl. "I am!" Fleur added abruptly, promptly turning on her heel and fleeing before Cassidy could even properly react. Fleur threw open the infirmary door and bounded inside, her mucky boots giving her little traction in her hurried steps, Cassidy determinedly on her tail. There was a group of people ahead, and Fleur dropped to her hands and knees to scurry beneath one of the soldiers' legs. Cassidy jumped up on the edge of a bed nearby in order to get a clearer view to where her sister had gone to. A gasp immediately hitched up into her throat and her eyes widened worriedly as she saw Fleur smack dab in the middle of the group beside two figures (Neeria and Eala). The twelve year old did not notice their faces or their ages, but only the fact that one of them was shackled - clearly dangerous - and her sister was much too close for comfort. "Fleur!" Cassidy called, her tone scolding, but overshadowed in concern. Fleur ignored her sister's cry and was obliviant to the negative energy in the room, all because of these girls in front of her. She cocked her head to the side assessingly, her mouth forming a small 'o' shape, as her blue eyes met the feral black gaze of the smaller of the girls. Alina
She knew her thoughts were on fire and that she was thinking irrationally for the most part, but Alina suddenly wished she was the one rotting away in some grave instead of some other poor soul. How else could she react to Galahad's optimism except with more unexplained tears? Yes, he was back, and she couldn't have been more glad. But, nothing could go back to normal, could it? She braved a small false smile for his benefit, but inside her heart was dying, dying with the thought of telling him and possibly losing him because of it. What made matters worse was that although Alina felt disgusted with herself for having betrayed Galahad, she also couldn't seem to let Kolya go. Her heart was going one way and her mind the other, and the rest of her was stuck in the middle somewhere. "Ok..." she whispered in reply, following Galahad back over to the bed. She crawled under the covers and lay on her side, placing a palm on the space beside her, peering up at him with weary, but pleading brown eyes. "Stay with me." She may have been confused about alot of things right now, but one thing she was certain of was that she felt safe in Galahad's arms. His embrace was familiar and a piece of normality that she wished to keep. |
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