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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:46 PM Post #391 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:11 pm Neeria Neeria steadied herself as Eala held onto to her waist tightly. When the Roman knelt down to loose the chains around the girl's feet, Neeria yelled at the other soldier who had shoved her. "She does not hear, you idiot! She could not hear you! That is how you treat a child?! Do you hate us that much?" The older woad was tired and weary, it was all she could do to hold herself up. Neeria ran her fingers through Eala's matted hair, trying to reassure the child. She studied the marks and bruises on Eala. Poor thing, what on earth has happened to you? Eala seemed to respond to Neeria's touch because the child gently stroked the older woman's hip. Such a small action, seemingly so insignificant, warmed Neeria to her core and at that moment in time she longed to be back among her people where she would be safe. Neeria finally took notice of the two other girls in the room and wondered who they were. They stared at Neeria with fascination as though they'd never seen anything like her before. Neeria imagined that she must look frightening to them. Her blue war paint was smeared on her body along with dried blood. Dirty straw stuck out of her hair from the filthy pile in her cell. She was dirty, smelled awful and was still missing a boot. If not for the blanket, her breasts would be exposed and her leather pants were torn in several places. She cringed at how she must look to the little girls. Shan-ti, please come for us, she thought to herself. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:48 PM Post #392 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:28 pm Linnette
In spite of herself, Linnette glanced shrewdly up at Drake, one brow arched in naked skepticism. Now that was a brush-off if she had ever heard one! No one healed that quickly, and from such a wound, too. She had an impulse to deny it, to call him on that falsehood, but a quick flash of Kolya’s mocking words of yesterday stopped her. Was Octavius just being tender with you? She turned her gaze quickly away from Drake again, stung and humiliated by the memory of those words, and by the undeniable truth of them. For them to care for each others’ hurts too much gave the wrong impression. In fact, that might be at least part of the reason why Drake was heading off her question now. And what could she do for him, anyway? Chastened, she kept her gaze down, as Drake continued.
His tone was suddenly forbidding, and Linnette shrank a bit under it, wincing away from him with a pained, and suddenly sad again, expression on her face. “Arthur? I’m…I’m a wreck,” she murmured ashamedly, looking down at her sorry, soaking wet, bedraggled state and disarrayed hair with a feeling of increasing hopelessness and despair. She could scarcely appear before the commander of the whole fort looking like a beggar- yet even the simple tasks of tidying herself up seemed like an insurmountable barrier right now. She let out a shaky breath that was almost another sob, and scrubbed at her forehead and eyes with one hand, not meeting Drake’s eyes still. He would wait until she was ready? She would never be ready. She would always be like this, tears in her eyes, lump in her throat, hair straggling, unfit for normal company and activities. And with Gedeon gone, what reason was there to be otherwise? Her shoulders drooped with despair; but even as she was strongly considering just sitting back down right where she was and giving up, not going anywhere, just staying here until she turned into a block of ice- something was set about her shoulders, something heavy that hung down. Something red and tattered at the edges. Something damp, but dryer than she was, and which instantly added an extral layer of warmth between her and the chilly wind. Someone- Drake of course, who else was there?- cleared his throat, and Linnette looked up in surprise, her hand going automatically to her neck to clasp the cloak shut there and ensure that it stayed around her. It was his cloak. He had just given her his cloak. The realization came rather slowly, but with the import of something significant. "You...it's all right, you didn't..." she tried a protest, but as if of its own accord, her hand that held the cloak clasped tighter, little inclined to let the extra layer go. Perhaps she had been colder than she realized...she should go in. And she certainly shouldn't make Drake stand there in the rain without a cloak any longer. He was frowning now, still clearly unhappy, and indicating the steps with what Linnette thought was obvious impatience. Well, fine. They would go, and after she had seen Arthur, she would go back to Linnesse, who would surely be wondering where she was, if she was awake yet. "Let's go." It was barely a murmur, her eyes returning, downcast, to the stones in front of her, but she started for the stairs and led the way down them, the hand at her throat now clasping both cloak edges and the ring on the string around her neck as though they were both essential links to sanity. Linnesse
"Derfel," Linnesse rolled her eyes at him tolerantly at his self-deprecating comment. "She appreciates what you're doing- really. Or she will." There was no doubt of that at all in Linnesse's mind. Linnette was in mourning, and had the right to not quite act herself, but she hadn't said anything to criticize Derfel at all, now had she? And who could fail to see what a sincere effort he was making? Well, except when he made veiled comments like that. That was just a tinge annoying for Linnesse, if she were to tell the absolute truth- but for now, she put it out of her mind, in favor of knocking softly on the door, and then, when there was no answer, pushing it open very slowly and carefully and peering inside. There was no one immediately in sight, and no sound either. Her brows drawn together into a slight knot of worry, Linnesse pushed the door the rest of the way open, to reveal a perfectly empty room. The fire looked like it had been cold for some time, perhaps even never lit last night- but the bed had been slept in. The covers were rumpled back, never made up after their occupant had last left- but sitting on the bed, and half-covered by the blankets as though they had been there while Linnette was sleeping, were a pair of saddlebags that could only be Gedeon's, their flaps drawn closed. She hadn't unpacked them- but she had slept with them? "Derfel, look..." Linnesse's voice was sad this time, and pitying, as she beckoned Derfel forward and pointed towards the rather pathetic sight on the bed. She must have had an awful night- and Linnesse had not been there, having pretty much collapsed with exhaustion herself as soon as her head touched her own pillow! Guilt gnawed at her, savagely even though she knew there was little enough that could have been done about it; Linnette had been determined to leave her and Derfel alone. But they had to find her now- had to find her and make sure she was all right, give her the support and company she needed! "Er...the chapel next, and then the tavern? The chapel's nearer," Linnesse suggested to Derfel, a tinge of desperation coloring her voice. Her sense of urgency was rising quickly, tired as she still was- they had to find Linnette! |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:50 PM Post #393 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 7:40 pm Malcus Barbattus Malcus signed off on the last roster and told the squad commander to get the hell out of his office. The man went running. "Where in the bloody fuck are they?" Malcus screamed at no one in particular. The commander was in a foul mood and was not happy the way his day had started. He'd sent Lucius, Titrus and Brendyn to the infirmary with the prisoners what seemed like hours ago (even though in actuality it was a very short time) and he was convinced they should have been back. Malcus was still rattled that the little crazy woad girl had actually gotten to his dagger. That should have never happened! If he hadn't had to beat the guard senseless, he would have had better wits about himself. It was that damned randy guard's fault that it happened, he assured his ego. Impatient and not wanting to sit around waiting, the commander grabbed his cloak, slung it around his broad shoulders and stormed from his office. He stomped down the long narrow hallway and through the wide door into the cold, gray morning. Where the hell is the sun? he cursed. He had a million things to do instead of chase after wayward soldiers. At the top of the list, he wanted to find out about Arthur. He was concerned about his friend and needed to find out what was going on with him. He also wanted to speak with some of the knights and get an account of what happened on the road. He'd lost 8 men during that attack! Fucking woads! he fumed. Barbattus also wanted to check on his horse, Falco, and exercise him if possible. But first, he headed in the direction of the infirmary to track down his charges. Titrus Titrus, slowing working through his rage, began unlocking the chains from around the little's girls ankles and stood back up, poised to capture her should she try to escape. He was well aware that she was a child and that there were also two other children in the room and he didn't want to scare any of them any further. He had five girls of his own. Much to his relief, when he removed the chains, the little girl didn't try to run at all, she continued to cling onto the older woad. Titrus looked at Brendyn and shook his head. He stood close to Brendyn and locked his hard brown eyes onto the young soldier. "You're lucky the gods favor you today, boy, and that I'm in a good mood. I'm not going to tell Commander Barbattus what happened here but you're ordered to hard labor for 3 days. I hope you don't mind the smell of shit because that means latrine duty for you. You're lucky I don't make you dig a trench around the wall." Titrus stepped back from him and looked at Lavinia and smiled. "My apologies again, sister. Now how about looking after these prisoners. God will smile favorably upon you." Then he winked at the little girls. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:51 PM Post #394 |
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Author: linnet Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:21 pm Mother Lavinia
Lavinia looked at the soldier as if he were daft. She let him go on, snorting in disgust at his remark about reporting her. She was familiar enough with Roman legion rank and standing to know that the boy was pulling his own noose a little tighter with each word. A lowest level soldier did not grandstand as if he were in charge while a superior officer stood right next to him. She waited, her arms still crossed, knowing the hammer would fall any second.
“Lieutenant,” the nun said, bowing her head respectfully toward the officer, and showing her best effort at a slight smile of appreciation. Her more natural smile was the one of smug satisfaction that she bestowed on the younger soldier for a brief instant.
The child made no attempt to escape, instead clinging to the Woad woman, all fear and confusion and defensive reaction.
No wonder the girl was in such a state. She couldn’t even hear what was going on. Lavinia spoke to the officer. “The woman and the girl are going to be put in a small private room for treatment. You are welcome to inspect it now and post guards at the door to prevent an escape. But prisoners or not, they will be given privacy and humane treatment.” She had decided that the bed which the drunken knight had used wouldn’t do, as she was convinced that the two Woads should stay together. Luckily there was one open room that she had been keeping available, because one never knew what situations would arise. Certainly this was a situation. “Come along now,” she said to the frail Woad woman, “there will be no more time wasted in getting both of you the help you need.” She led the way, allowing the woman to guide the child. Lavinia didn’t hear exactly what the Lieutenant had said to the abashed soldier, before again expressing his apologies for the outrageous behavior. But if she had heard right, the Lord’s retribution was going to involve some rather unpleasant duties. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:53 PM Post #395 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:26 pm Mona
Mona looked at the healer and rolled her eyes, not bothering to answer him. Connell bothered her and she didn't feel he was entitled to an explanation, especially since she wasn't talking to him in the first place.
Mona's stomach tightened when she heard Guinevere question her father. It was that easy. Mona's mind was racing with excitement. She'd actually managed to raise doubt and have Guinevere questioning her father all in one shot. Maybe getting close to Merlin was possible afterall. Mona contained her glee and gathered her thoughts. Maybe it would actually be possible to get rid of Neeria and gain favor with Merlin. Only in her wildest dreams though did she ever consider getting rid of Guinevere too. But that would be wonderful. Then she'd have Merlin all to herself! She'd finally receive the love and attention she felt she'd always deserved. Her thoughts were broken when Merlin spoke her name, answering Guinevere's question.
Mona smiled at Merlin, not sure if he favored what she'd done or not.
Mona nervously shifted her quiver to her other shoulder when Merlin shot a look at her. When he looked at her, she felt as though he could look right into her soul. Mona didn't trust herself not to give something away, so she avoided eye contact with him.
Mona froze when she hear the leader's words. You may kill her was all she heard. The words were so wonderful to her ears that she closed her eyes and quivered as chills ran down her spine and her abdomen tightened and contracted, making her inner dam burst with pleasure. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:55 PM Post #396 |
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Author: linnet Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:55 pm Gawain
Gawain looked in the direction that she was pointing. Now he felt like the idiot here. He turned his attention back to her, shrugging his shoulders slightly and giving her an apologetically sheepish smile. “Oww,” he groaned as even smiling made his headache worse. “I’m sorry to have bothered you then.” He turned and was about to walk away. Suddenly he was hit with the strongest feeling that the last couple of seconds had happened before, exactly the same. Déjà vu, he’d been told it was called. He shook his head, and the sensation had passed as quickly as it had come on. He walked a few steps in the general direction she had pointed to. Then he stopped and turned around. “I keep getting the feeling I’ve seen you somewhere before,” he said to her. He studied her curiously. She was sitting on a stool now, still looking a little rattled. “There’s something familiar about you.” He raised his hand to scratch his head, pondering without success. “Have we ever met?” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:56 PM Post #397 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:07 pm Adian, Vanora, and Bors Adian almost followed Vanora through the door of the tavern, and watched her disappear through the kitchen doors. The smell of food cooking made his mouth water like crazy, and he could not remember when the last time was that he had had a good hot meal. Vanora came back out onto the main floor and was now behind the counter, when she looked up and saw the young hunter standing there.... "Well, where did you disappear to Adian?" Vanora frowned slightly at the wrapped shoulder. She had no idea how to tell him about Thorn as he had always come to pick her up at the tavern. To Adian, it was good to finally see a familiar.....
Adian turned his head slowly to see where the voice came from, then stopped Well...welll...well...what have we here?This is a nice surprise indeed.... He gave Vanora a quick glance, raising an eyebrow as he did so. Afternoon indeed! Okay she either has already had a few drinks, or she has been into some sort of love potion... Adian watched the coppery hair flow down her back, a voice like Spring time breezes...and... "What would you like to eat today, Adian? Afraid it is still a tad early for bread, maybe a few more minutes, but I have porridge ready and some tea and fruit," Vanora said startling him out of his wolf like thoughts. Adain turned his deep heather gray eyes toward Vanora and nodded, "Yes, that would be fine..." He cast a look at the young woman who his eyes had returned to. "Bring two: one for me and one for her." He sat down just as she walked by, and addressed him....
"Hello yourself," Adian in as charming a voice as he could. Oh, he had not forgotten the art of flirting, and he did not think that Thorn would mind if he had a bit of fun with this one. He noticed that the nameless young lady went to sit a few tables away from him, then sat and waited for someone to take her order. While Vanora had gone to the kitchen to get the two orders, Adian got up from his seat and approached the young woman, "Excuse me, miss, but I would love for you to join me for breakfast as I have already ordered it for you. I am Adian, and you are?" The hunter could not help but notice "the look" in her eyes as though Spring had already hit her between the eyes. He recalled having the same look when he had first seen Thorn, and had fallen in love.... " 'NORA! WHERE"S THE FOOD! I'M STARVIN' !" Bors came through the doors at a good limp, and looked about for his lover, and as he looked about he saw... "HEY, ADIAN MY LAD! WHERE'VE YA BEEN?" He was feeling roudy and boistrous after his much needed night with Vanora. Bors went over to a table and sat waiting for Vanora to appear! He was famished after eating nothing but dried meat and fruit...and some sort of fowl stew or something. This was food! Real food and real ale! |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:57 PM Post #398 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 10:54 pm Milan
Milan didn't remember the process leading up to sleep for it had come on naturally. There had been no struggling to keep his eyes open, no paranoia about what night terrors were to come, no fears of any kind really. All he remembered was Mari - the way her slight form had melted against his so perfectly, her dark hair cascading in waves over her shoulder, and the soft texture of it as he had swiped it back into place, the way she had smiled while drifting into a peaceful slumber. There was nothing in the world quite like her smile. And, all the while, Milan remembered wondering about what she was thinking, what she was dreaming. Her murmured 'good morning' and her body stirring beside him had been more than enough to rouse Milan. At first his eyes remained closed, his hand sliding to the small of her back, soaking up the kinesthetic aspect of having her so near. Her soft lips and warm breath tickled the sensitive skin at his neck, making it hard for him to resist smiling. A lazy, lop-sided grin adorned his beautiful features, his hand moving up her spine to the back of her neck and becoming gently entangled in her dark locks. Mari gave a quiet yelp, causing the young man to snap open his eyes and immediately furrow his brow in disdain. He glanced from her face to her cradled hand. Milan frowned, and moved his a hand to tentatively bring her wounded one to his lips. He held her hand to the side of his face then, nuzzling it ever-so-gently against his cheek. His blue eyes lifted, gaze darting all about her pretty face, his free hand reaching out to cup the side of her neck. There were no words, no words Milan could ever speak to express how much he cared for her. It just didn't seem possible to Milan that Mari could ever care as much about him as he did about her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:00 AM Post #399 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 2:56 am Fiona
Fiona had to admit that she really didn't know what had compelled her to ask him about the woad attacks and what exactly Arthur would do about them. Maybe because this time was so different, with the breaking of the truce, then what usually went on with the woads just planning attacks. What had even made Merlin want to attack and break the truce in the first place, the young woad wasn't all too sure. She was only a little surprised when Tristan whipped around to face her, staring at her almost menacingly, like he was some sort of predator. Her eyes widened but she didn't shrink back when he came closer, just stood there and looked up at him, pushing out a sharp breath. She was more than prone to saying things before she thought them through and this was clearly one of these times, much to her chagrin. Fiona flinched only slightly at his words, then nodded her head in agreement. She did know, she just didn't want to believe or even think about it. The young woman knew that the breaking of the alliance would only put an even worse strain on the current situation between Arthur and her people, which was already bad to start with. "But is it so wrong to want things to change," she asked as mostly a rhetorical question, speaking low as if she was only talking to herself and had forgotten that Tristan was standing near her. She was a woad, and it wasn't common for them to want to see complete peace, or to leave in the fort with the enemy of their people. It was all incredibly frustrating, but what could she honestly do besides live in this world and hope to survive? Running a hand through her hair, Fiona took a peek at the knight's expression for a brief moment, one of anger as he looked out at the view from where they were standing. Cocking her head to the side, she felt the wind push against her body once more as she leaned on the wall. The silence that lingered wasn't the most comfortable one and she felt the impulse to ask another question but this time, she was prepared for whatever reaction would come. "Why did you let me go last spring?" Her blue eyes turned to search his, a small frown on her face. It was something she had been wondering for a long time, since if he hated her people so much, then he had the chance to just kill her and be done with it but it hadn't gone that way, her simply standing there as evidence to that. If there was one thing that she was quickly growing to hate, though, it was the fact that when people found out that she was a woad, she didn't want them to think that she was just going to come in their homes in the middle of the night and slit their throats. She wanted people to know her and not just see the woad heritage. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:01 AM Post #400 |
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Author: Ranchera Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 7:08 am Connell
Connell didn't understand the conflict between Guinevere and the other girl. He was going to rescue Neeria, not kill her. The woman hadn't lain wounded on the ground out of loyalty to the fort commanders who now held her captive; surely Merlin saw that. "Perhaps it's time we depart," he suggested, glancing at Merlin, "now that the sun has risen and given us warmth and light to guide us. May the gods of old be with you, Merlin, and also with us that we bring Neeria back to you." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:02 AM Post #401 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:41 am Derfel
Derfel sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. He prayed to Bel that Linnette would indeed accept his help. “I hope so, luv. I’ll do all that I can for her,” He answered solemly as Linnesse knocked and then opened the door to her sister’s room. At a quick glance around, the room was empty. No Linnette. No fire in the brazier and no indication that she’d been here too recently. Concern quickly flooded Derfel’s expression.
Derfel followed and looked to where Linnesse gestured…the bed. And on the bed were what appeared to be Gedeon’s saddlebags half covered with a blanket. A lump quickly formed in Derfel’s throat. That was all that remained….saddlebags. He’d heard the sadness in Linnesse’s voice and reached up to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“We’ll find her, luv. I promise. She will be fine….we’ll see to it,” Derfel attempted to reassure Linnesse as he led his lover back towards the door. He held it open for Linnesse to pass through the threshold. To the chapel it was then. And once they reached the exit of the building housing the knights’ quarters, Derfel wrapped a protective arm around Linnesse as they stepped out into the rain. He did not want his lover slipping on the water soaked steps or cobblestones, so Derfel kept the pace slow despite the urgency they both felt in their search. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:40 AM Post #402 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:50 am Brendyn
After Titrus apologized to the nun on his behalf, Brendyn saw the nun bow her head toward the man and smile in appreciation, but when she looked at him, Bren thought he saw a slight smug smile for a brief second. He just remained neutral as he looked back at her showing nothing of what he felt inside. Brendyn did not move an inch while Titrus unchained the prisoner. To him, she was an enemy just like the other woad, and despite their wounds, he would have rather just seen them die....they did not deserve to live while other innocent lives had been taken those who lived within this fort women, children and workers...all of them dead. So why should these two deserve to live so comfortably? Still, right now, it was best just not to say any more. He was a trained soldier who had learned to keep his ex Commander's "ideas" concerning the enemy: it did make them easier to kill in battle... As he suspected, the little woad did not make a break for it. Was it because she had the sympathy of those around her? He noticed that the older woad had moved back to embrace her kin...amazing that such a barbaric race was able to show compassion to another, while they went off and killed innocents without thinking twice. He could hear the inigmatic Commander's voice in his head telling him that the enemy, how ever young, did not deserve to live. Still, perhaps they saw the enemy diffrently at this fort...that by God's intervention and acts of kindness could turn their evil hearts. The Saxons had crucified one of his friends, and had all but decimated the legion he had belonged to....even the Commander. Derfel was the first Saxon he had seen that had not looked like the enemy, and he had talked to Brendyn as a friend. All of the knights had. Was Antonius wrong then? Were Sarmatians and Celts good then? He recalled the friendship he had made with Gawain and Galahad, and Derfel and Dagonet... ....The voice of the older woad broke his thoughts. She was rightfully angry, but what she had said was what he had suspected all along...
Yes, he did hate them that much, but not children in general. He loved children, but those who were taught to hate and kill like adults. he had always wanted to marry and have children, but with his duties, he found little time to get to know a woman well enough to think of it. He refused to answer her. All of them were making him feel like a prisoner before execution. Besides, she did not deserve an answer. He kept a look of total neutrality on his handsome face hiding what he was thinking... Tatiana. A good start to a friendship....and who knew what would happen later. She was lovely to be sure, and had a light airy attitude that he found refreshing. In the midst of his lighter thought, he saw Titrus shake his head, came to stand close to him with his brown eyes locking onto Brendyn's deep blue ones. The young soldier did not waver despite the smug satisfaction he could feel eminating for around him...
Good mood? If that was what his good mood looked like, I'd hate to see his extremly happy mood... Brendyn said nothing, but raised an eyebrow at what Titrus had dealt him out as a punishment. Latrine duty? Was that the good luck he spoke of? Well it was better than having one's arse and back beaten to shreds. He felt himself exhale whether from relief, or something else....a chance to redeem himself and a chance later to be retrained into the type of soldier they wanted him to be? Gods! This fort was nothing like Aesica. There was actually mercy here that was not found under Antonius's command. His eyes showed the greatfulness he felt to Titrus, but he doubted that what had happened here would eventually not get back to Malcus. He did not trust the nun, nor the woads, nor anyone else who had witnessed the incident...no doubt one of them would slip. He watched as Titrus turned back to the nun and smiled, and apologized again...
And while you're at it, why don't you give them clothes and a job at the fort, and treat them like royalty...instead of what they really deserve... Brendyn considered his thoughts, none of which his face betrayed, and thought that perhaps cleaning toilets would cool him off and give him an outlet to "blow off steam". From where he stood, he saw the nun lead off the two woads as though they were her best friends. If the roles had been reveresed, would they have killed the lot of us, or shown us the same kindness... Now that he and Titrus were alone and the crowd had broke up, Brendyn waited in total humiliation for Titrus to say or do something. He flinched as the blood that had been flowing form his now reopened wound began to cause friction of the wet armsleeve against the gash... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:42 AM Post #403 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 10:03 am Tatiana
"Thank you. That was very nice of you I'd be glad to join you for breakfast." Tatiana replied polietly. Breakfast? Is it only morning? Could've sworn that it was later than that. Oh well. "Its nice to meet you, Adian. I'm Tatiana." She said introducing herself to him as he'd already introduced himself to her, besides it would've been considered rude not to introduce herself in return. After making eye-contact with Adian's heather grey eyes, with her hazel ones, she bit down on her lower lip and looked away shyly, feeling a soft blush heat her cheeks as she realized that she could get lost very easily within Adian's eyes. No, I've got to stay true to Brendyn, as I don't know anything about Adian, even though he was kind enough to offer me breakfast. Hearing a very loud and booming voice enter the tavern, Tatiana looked up when a big bear of a man limped through the doorway. Since she was quite used to loud voices from childhood,the newer voice didn't bother her, but it still got her attention anyway. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:43 AM Post #404 |
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Author: Kay Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 11:03 am Grace Grace held on tight to the seat of her stool; she felt it was the only thing that would stop her falling to the ground. She was not used to conversing with men and this encounter was testing her to the fullest. Grace had caught the slightest hint of an unfamilair scent on the man's breath when he had leant across the table a moment ago. Then, the suddenly realisation crashed over her; it was stale wine! She remembered the odour from her days at Eboracum. Grace hated alcohol with a passion.
Grace glanced up at him; it was obvious now that his headache was due to overindulgence and he was clearly suffering. Serves him right! she thought. It had been a drunken brawl that robbed her of Peter; if only he hadn't stepped in to try and stop it. She tried to empty her mind of such thoughts; this was no time for her to cry. The man was leaving now and she sighed with relief, but then he stopped and turned back. Grace groaned inwardly.
Yes, you tried to run me down with your horse, Grace thought angrily, but instead she arranged her features into what she hoped was a neutral expression. "No" she replied tersely. "You are a stranger to me" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 01:45 AM Post #405 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Apr 29, 2008 1:35 pm Amadeus Amadeus had his head half bowed, his ear tilted towards the door as he listened for any noises that might give away what was facing him. He heard a familiar voice pitched low inside and almost rolled his grey eyes. Lancelot. There were other voices there that he did not recognise but he had barely time to ponder it when the door opened and there stood the insolent Sarmatian pup.
The Optio's reaction to Lancelot was similar to Lancelot's reaction to him. His jaw made an unearthly creaking noise and his shoulders tensed. All the muscles in his abdomen tightened painfully as he looked from Lancelot to Arthur. He stepped inside the room without acknowledging Lancelot at all - for all intents and purposes he treated him like the 'squire' he joked about playing. Shrewd grey eyes looked at the two women who remained in the room, a twitch to his upper lip displaying his distaste for their presence. Did Arthur wish to speak with him or have a damn orgy? Amadeus was not feeling particularly patient today. He was in no mood to coddle Castus, to make his life easy. The man was at his weakest, now was the time to strike. The Optio looked down at Arthur with mild disdain, looking over him a moment before meeting his still, surprisingly, steady gaze. "Commander - " he spoke in greeting, his voice quiet but not a shy or uncertain whisper. Amadeus was delibrately not going to do two things - he was not going to demand the entourage leave and he was not going to ask about Arthur's injuries. It was a first minor step towards his coup and it felt damn good --- "All quiet last night. The woads will be regrouping I surmise. I doubt that we will have as quiet a night tonight however. We must focus on squashing these insurgents, Arthur. They must not think that they may attack this noble fortress without there being a substantial price to pay. Not from now on, at least." the Optio added, his eyes becoming half lidded with disdain, his loaded statement implying weakness on Arthur's behalf up until that point. That the woads thought they could attack without retribution was outrageous - It could only be because Arthur had not dealt with them in a sure way before. Drake
He should have pitied her considering the predicament she was now in. Drake had every opportunity and knowledge to find pity in his heart for her. She was a pregnant widow. She had not slept by the looks of it, she was saturated to the bone and she was tired, so abysmally tired. The Commander of the fortress wished to see her and Drake presumed that she would rather stay up on the parapets catching a cold than face anyone, even him, right now. But he felt not one ounce of pity. He felt sorrow for her situation. He felt a protective urge unmatched at any other time in his life to ensure that, not only would she prevail through this misery, but that she would come out the other side as the woman she always wanted to be. He felt regret that he could do nothing to help her appearance before going to Arthur too. Linnette was a proud woman - appearing in front of the commander in such a state would not sit well in her mind. The Spaniard shrugged his saddlebags on his shoulders as he started forward behind Linnette down the steps. His red cloak fluttered behind her but he saw her small hand coming to hold it at the neck. She was not going to deny his gesture then - that was pleasing in an odd way. At the bottom of the steps, Drake stepped forward to walk next to Linnette. It felt awkward to be walking next to her and not somehow assist her in walking, like offer her his arm, or place his hand on her elbow to escort her to the Commander's office. The Spaniard was pondering this as they got in out of the rain. They came up to the door and the ex-soldier trotted forward ahead of Linnette. He pushed open the door and stood in the doorway, holding it for Linnette to come in. Instinctively Drake held his hand out towards the woman to ensure she did not slip or trip into the puddle close to the threshold. His thick fingers touched hers only for the briefest of moments as she stepped into the fortress and then the contact was gone. But it made Drake uncomfortable - even more so. It was hardly an intimate touch! And yet his fingers flexed in against his wounded palm sharply, as if he was working the blood back into the cold digits. There was something about the way Linnette's hands felt- they reminded Drake of Cecile's fingers, perhaps it was just their skin was as soft. Perhaps it was the warmth that seemed to be in their skin even in the cold... ? Perhaps it was the size of their hands? Perhaps it was just his brain starting to lose it's proper functioning as he got bloody old! Drake sucked his upper lip in between his teeth, licking moisture from his dark moustache as he peered down the corridor. "Do you want to get dry clothes?" Drake asked Linnette, looking down at her at the last minute, taking in the sorry look of her. Her dark hair was plastered to her head and she looked like she was drowning in the thick cloaks she wore about her slight shoulders. Her face was drawn with sorrow and cold, drops running down her cheeks that might be tears or rain, he couldn't be certain. Eala Eala went with Neeria though she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the two young girls. Her eyes were suspicious, narrowed and piercing in intensity as she watched the two curiously. She followed Neeria, not out of complacency, but rather because she was resolved not to leave this place without all of her people. And Neeria was one of her people. She was only ten years of age, but Eala had a strong sense of responsibility for her people - all of whom were now her family since her blood kin were all dead. When they had gone far enough way that Eala couldn't see the two girls, she looked up at Neeria, her nose wrinkling as she took in the look of teh older woad. "Nnnmph?" Eala questionned with a jut of her chin towards Neeria, enquiring after her health. They were being brought to the end of teh room, into a smaller sub-room of their own. The little woad walked inside warily, eyeballing the nun suspiciously. Once inside the room she remained clinging to Neeria, watching the nun with barely witheld contempt and an even healthier dose of suspicion. It had been her who had ordered the shackles off -- why? The blonde moved around to Neeria's other side, watching Lavinia all the while and then came to stand in front of the older woad, in a defensive stance, shaking her head at the nun. She was unaware that the nun was a healer and intended to help them - her lack of hearing leaving her in the dark about their purpose in the infirmary. She crouched a little, lifting her small hand to cup her wounded shoulder, but her face was untouched by any distraction like pain or discomfort as she watched Lavinia. Mari Mari watched her hand being cradled softly by Milan with her bottom lip pouting out. Her sullen expression was changing slowly into a smile however, as he first kissed her hand, then gently pressed it to his cheek. Mari's lips were lifting perceptibly until finally she breathed a small laugh and straightened her fingers, touching Milan's face tenderly. She was helpless when faced with his beautiful, dazzling eyes. His other hand went to her neck, touching her so intimately and yet so chastely! Mari shut her dark brown eyes and her lips parted in a gentle sigh. "That feels so nice." she murmured, letting her head flop down onto the bed again. She opened her eyes, looking at Milan silently, enjoying the feel of his warm fingers against her soft skin. Her own fingers were still on his cheek and she moved them over the hardness of his cheekbone, trailing down to the hollow of his cheek and then his jaw. "I should talk to my father today... explain to him what happened, what... explain me and you to him. He's not going to be very pleased so I think i should do it on my own. Do you? I don't want him freaking out and trying to hurt you again, Milan. I can't handle that.." Mari said, shaking her head and looking down at Milan's adam's apple. |
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