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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:42 PM Post #31 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 1:45 pm Dagonet Not even few seconds passed as Derfel came into his sight with offered hand.
Dagonet looked into Derfel's eyes... and took his moment for hesitation. Linnette was here... Close... Gods! How was he going to say her anything? He took a brief breath as to steady his bumping heart, but before he could grasp Derfel's hand a familiar voice came into his ears.
His head snapped in Saoirse direction and he could not help but to smile at her sight. She was here! His lover was here! She was walking towards him. "Saoirse..." he murmured. But again before he could react, say anything, get down from the cart, Saoirse came closer, shoved Derfel out of her way and threw her arms around him. Dagonet closed his eyes and let out a loud grunt at this notion... His side hit with breathtaking pain. And his arms swung open for her reflexively. Tears went to his eyes also. It hurted much more than he expected. But Saoirse took few steps back and he saw her teary eyes... It was just like imagined before...
He shook his head and let his own tears go down his cheeks... Tears of pain this time... The time for tears of sorrow will come as he will see to Linnette. "I'm.. alright" he lied and motion for Derfel to help him get down to the ground. With Derfel's aid he was able to stand on his legs, even if they were very weak... falling him almost. He grasped Derfel's shoulder thight, not able to stand by himself. And as he looked up at Saoirse again there was a deep frown of sorrow upon his face. He reached for her shoulder and pulled weakly towards himself. He held her gently to his body and breathed in the scent of her, with his cheek rested on top of her head, his huge arm around her tine form, around her shoulders. "I missed you.. so much..." he whispered and breathed a shaky breath. There was no word which could describe his pain and his sorrow right now. This hole in his soul... He was in such need of her presence, of her warmth... he was in such need of her comfort right now. Tears rolled down his face. "I must... go see Linnette...." he said pushing her very gently away from him. "Saoirse... my son is dead..." this words were so strange to say and so heartful. He held her gaze for a longer moment before he pulled himself together and looked back at Derfel... and nodded at him only knowing that now he will take him to his daughter in law. "Please... help me in walking..." he said both to Derfel and Saoirse... he really couldn't walk by himself. He could not even stand properly. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:44 PM Post #32 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 3:13 pm Merlin
Merlin gave Lourdes a steely smile. Wasn't she even going to say yea or nay to his plan? Or did she hope to somehow use Guinevere to her purposes, whatever they were? If she thought she could do so, she was mistaken- Guinevere and Ash might have their problems, but his daughter was a good, loyal woman- and she would not forget that Lourdes had very nearly poisoned her sister to death. "Certainly, after we have finished discussing things here. What do the three of you think of this plan?" he asked, looking from one to the other again. He wasn't going to let Lourdes change the subject that easily, whatever her reason for doing so was. Linnesse and Linnette
Linnesse wobbled on her feet as she stood, but Neeve's arm was once again under hers, a steady rock to lean against. Linnesse was silently grateful for the other woman's presence- but her attention was still focused forward. Derfel was not coming over to her immediately, but moving around to the back of the supply wagon that he had been riding alongside instead. "What's wrong?" she murmurred softly to herself, watching Derfel's progress worriedly. Certainly all did not seem right...now there was movement at the back of the cart, slow, laborious-looking movement, even though it was only half-seen- and then Saoirse rushed over from where she stood a short distance away, flung herself at whoever it was on the back of the cart. There was a short pause, and then Dagonet appeared around the corner of the cart, with Derfel at one of his sides and Saoirse at the other. He leaned on them both heavily, his big frame dwarfing them both, and the look on his face, even from this distance, was utter weariness and sadness. "Linnette!" Linnesse called anxiously out to her sister, and the redhead, who had been out in front of them, bouncing anxiously as she waited for Gedeon to appear, followed Linnesse's weakly pointing arm towards Dagonet, Derfel, and Saoirse. Linnesse saw her small gasp as she took in Dagonet's obviously weakened condition, and then Linnette hurried back to where Linnesse and Neeve were standing, her eyes still on the little group coming towards them from the wagon. "Oh, no," Linnette murmurred quietly. Dagonet, wounded again? He had been in no shape to go out to fight in the first place! And where in the world was Gedeon? Had he gotten delayed, somehow? |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:45 PM Post #33 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 3:27 pm Derfel
Derfel turned to see Saoirse as she called out to Dagonet. He offered a kind smile at the redhead as she came closer.
The young knight did as Dagonet bid him and helped the injured knight down out of the cart with as much digity as possible. He remained at the tall knight’s side as it was obvious the man needed Derfel to remain on his feet by the way Dagonet tightly gripped at the younger knight’s shoulder. And while Dagonet greeted his lover, Derfel’s gaze again searched for Linnesse and quickly spotted her and her sister approaching….why were they taking so long? And was that not Neeve, the healer, with them? A flicker of panic entered Derfel’s mind…
Hearing it spoken aloud again instantly made it real again…painful as it was. Derfel did not envy Dagonet....not as it was his task to inform Linnette of her husband’s loss. The young knight silently said a prayer to the gods to give Dagonet strength…and to watch over Linnette.
“We got you, Dag…hang on to us…” Derfel immediately wrapped his arm around Dagonet’s waist and briefly glanced over at Saoirse in a silent indication that she do the same. And within a few footsteps they came face to face with Linnette first…followed closely by Linnesse and Neeve. Derfel’s features softened as his crystal blue eyes met his lover’s sweet face. Gods, she looked so beautiful…Yet Linnesse’s skin was so pale! She appeared fragile, nearly as fragile as she had the first time Derfel had ever seen her…when he’d found her imprisoned in that dark room at the Villa. His brow wrinkled in worry… “Linnesse?” Derfel called her name affectionately, albeit with a hint of concern. He could not go completely to her as Dagonet’s weight rested squarly on his shoulder. But with his free hand, Derfel beckoned Linnesse to come to him. He had to feel her…hold her…inhale her sweet scent and ‘know’ she was alright…and he was truly home to her again. ….but it was as if the skies above knew what news they carried and the drizzle became heavier and the clouds darkened…. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:50 PM Post #34 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 3:27 pm Brendyn
Of course. Brendyn had not forgotten Gedeon's death along with the other friends he had made at Aescia. He raised an eyebrow when Derfel mentioned Gedeon's wife though. So he had married? "Sir, I am sorry that you have to bear such sorrowful news. I will ask God to bring her comfort, and knowledge that Gedeon is with her all of the time." He firmly believed that if you loved in life then that love would carry on after death. But Brendyn was not sure these knights believed the same as he, so he felt as though Derfel would not understand. But God understood. Supposedly, He understood everything. "If there is anything I can do, Derfel, please do not hesitate to ask. I will be close." Tyranus pawed at the earth, nervous of his new surroundings. Brendyn spoke to him in his native language while stroking his black neck...
"I would like that very much, and would be honored to break bread with you, my friend, and perhaps some friendly sparring as well. I could use some help with my skills with the sword." Brendyn gave a nod back to Derfel. He reined in the huge black horse and backed off a bit in order to find Quintus. No doubt, the man was around here somewhere. As Brendyn moved off to locate Quintus, he noted Derfel helping Dagonet out of the wagon. He was proud that he had been able to render help to the injured of the knights, but still felt useless when he had tried to tend to Arthur's severe wounds. Not looking at the others of the welcoming crowd as there was really no one else there to greet him, Brendyn turned Tyrnaus and went to locate the Centurion. Dismounting from the saddle, he led the black horse through the crowds of legionaires to find the one he was to report to... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:52 PM Post #35 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:06 pm Linnesse and Linnette
He was here, finally! Obviously he couldn't leave the wounded Dagonet's side, but he beckoned her over to him, and she took an eager step forward, smiling fit to make her face ache despite the presence of the wounded man next to her lover. One step- another- and then she practically fell forward into his arms, tucking her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. She was so happy to see him- and absurdly proud of herself for making it all this way! She snuggled her face up against the front of his tunic, taking in a long breath of his scent- which was, in truth, that of an unwashed man, an unwashed horse, and a persistant undertone of blood. "You smell," she said cheerfully, raising her head to look at him, her arms still tight around his waist. There was a cheeky grin on her face as she tried to raise herself up on tiptoe to kiss him, found that she didn't have the strength for that, and mouthed a kiss towards him instead. "I love you," she added fervently, before happily laying her cheek on his chest again. Behind her, Linnette came around to stand in front of Dagonet, reaching out a concerned hand for his shoulder, even though Derfel and Saoirse still supported him on either side. "Father...what happened?" She bounced to her tiptoes again, checking once more over Dagonet's shoulder, searching for any sign of her husband. Was he in the wagon, too? Was he wounded?? "Where's Gedeon?" she demanded, looking from Dagonet to Derfel, worry creeping into her voice now. Quintus "Brendyn!" The Centurion spotted the new man passing by him, leading his horse and gazing about him like he had never seen a fort before. Well, there wasn't much to see- and they had better things to do than stand there and look in the rain. Quintus turned from the supply wagon, where he had been overseeing a few men unloading the spare weapons and bags of food, and reached out a hand to give Brendyn a light slap on the shoulder to get his attention. "Stables are over there- you can put your horse up. Then our barracks are that building there..." the Centurion pointed in the opposite direction, to the long, low barracks buildings on the other side of the courtyard from the stables. "The first one. There's a few free beds- take any one you like. Should be a chest for your things. Careful with those arrows, soldier!" Quintus turned and snapped out a warning to a hapless man who had just dropped a whole armload of arrows on the flagstones and then tripped over them. Damn clumsy fool- that same man could barely swing a sword, and if he had ripped the feathers off any of those arrows, he'd be gluing them back on himself, tonight. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:53 PM Post #36 |
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Author: DarkDiva Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 4:14 pm Lourdes
Lourdes eyes lowered only for a moment showing her hurt at Merlin’s obvious malice for her. She would take no punches though. Lourdes could go to the fort now and kill those two herself if she wished or have her brother do it. If Merlin was such a rogue stick Britain’s future which was Guinevere on the line like this. She wanted no part of it. If they thought themselves so high and mighty that she was in some way not Britain like themselves. Walking around acting like some higher species. Oh the lady of Avalon would of this. She would bring wrath worse then they ever thought if she wanted. "I think you putting Guinevere on the line like this is cowardly on your part. Also not wise. Guinevere is important; she is a daughter of Britain. I offered my help and I can do it safer then they can. One false move or look from them and they are dead and you know it. More cause for your war...." Lourdes shook her head. "You deem my services unworthy fine. But if the Lady hears of this and how blood thirsty and ravenous you have become it will be drastic. You care not of the people lately Merlin, nor of me whom you once saw as a close friend. You let emotions get the best of you... If you will not sit and discuss it, I would like to speak to Guinevere and then I will leave. There will come a time when you need me. I will still be there...that’s what loyalty is..." She said it plain, light and simple, no malice or ill-will just simple observations. She walked over back to the wounded man to check on him and then to another to help till, Guinevere would speak with her. If she didn't then she would go see her brother. Merlin knew Lourdes and Avalon was not an enemy he wanted. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:55 PM Post #37 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:01 pm Saoirse Whilst Saoirse had looked to Derfel for an answer, her blue eyes had inadvertently turned back to Dagonet, unable to keep her gaze from him. He looked so ill. He looked really badly hurt and Saoirse wanted to hit someone for letting this happen! He had been injured going out and they were meant to look out for him, to make sure he was not pushed too hard and here he was returning to her in teh back of a cart instead of astride his war-horse!
Saoirse was still peppering with upset and an inordinate amount of rage when Dagonet rose to his feet with Derfel's help. She gave a small squeak of protest, reaching out a hand to the Knight's chest, fingers sprawled against the dirty tunic he wore. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she tottered forward a few steps, sighing as he held her. She kept very still, turning her head only, breathing in the natural scent of her lover. Oh he was not smelling like a rose bush of course, but that mucky, damp, iron-scent of him was even more beautiful to Saoirse's mind. When Dagonet pushed her back from him gently and made to move, Saoirse's mouth hung open, about to rebuke him for being so foolish as to be mooching around on his own. Someone would carry him - they would get a pallate for him or something. Her head whipped around, looking for someone without taking her hand from Dagonet's chest.
Saoirse's troubled blue eyes were glancing past Dagonet just before he spoke those horrid words and her gaze had frozen on his face, her intuition picking up something very profound was about to be said. And when he spoke those cruel words, all the impotent rage she had felt about Dagonet's safety went tumbling down into a pit of bleak, hurt, despair. Her mouth hung open, trembling. Her eyebrows lifted and her breathing still altogether, searching Dagonet's face for the truth in what he had said. Dead? Gedeon? The Irish woman's teeth clapped together loudly and she took a shaky breath, sorrow, pity and regret all coloring her pale features as she cast a worried look towards Linnette. Oh gods Linnette... "Oh no... No." the woman whispered in pain, lifting her soft fingers to Dagonet's tear-moistened lips, hoping to wipe away the words and reality of what he had just said. Saoirse wished that this didn't have to be done right now.. she wanted to take Dagonet to their room and cry with him. She wanted to hide him away from the world and just let him grieve in peace, to let him rant and rave in fury at the inevitability of death in those so young. She knew what was to come - had she not spat furious threats and curses, followed by pleading prayers to the gods for respite in the pain of losing Diarmaid? And Diarmaid had only been her friend. Dagonet had lost his son. And his daughter was, essentially, lost to him as well. The Irish woman nodded her head, making a soft whimerping noise between clenched lips as she slid her arm around Dagonet's back and propped him up, one o his arms stretched out over her shoulders. She bowed her head, tears falling down her cheeks in floods now, her body shaking with silent sobs.
Saoirse was powerless to do anything more than jjust nod her head in agreement, keeping her blue eyes lowered. She couldn't bare to look at Linnette. She knew all too well the feelings that were going to wrack her body pretty soon - had she not just been afflicted with those same pains moments ago when she had thought it was Dagonet who was gone? And yet Linnette's pain would be made worse because it was not presumption or assumption.... she was going to be told by her husband's father that he was dead.
The Irishwoman didn't even have the wherewithal to find it strange that her lover was being called father by a woman that was of an age with her. Saoirse's fingers tightened about a clump of Dagonet's tunic at his back and she turned her face towards his chest, burying her nose against the sure, solid presence of his body and willed him strength for this moment. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:57 PM Post #38 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:22 pm Lancelot Lancelot grunted in thanks as Tristan lifted the woad girl onto his shoulder. And then the little minx had the sauce to wake up - and speak to him.
Lancelot stilled, and then stepped up to where Tristan held the girl. He stared into her eyes, his face echoing the thundering anger he felt inside. "You tried to kill my commander. Your fight is most definitely with me." She blinked at him coquettishly, and he barked a hard laugh. "You and I shall have words. Mark me. And you say you'd like to kill me? My lady, get in fucking line." He turned away from her just as Barbattus arrived. Lancelot eyed the man with some distaste, but for a Roman, he seemed to be somewhat smart - and he definitely enjoyed company of the intimate sort, which of course made Lancelot think he could tolerate him.
Lancelot smirked at Tristan's reply as he handed over Diabolus - may the gods keep you alive, horse, so I don't have to come up with yet another name - to a page, who took the horse away to be brushed and fed.
"That's because Arthur is a trusting fool," Lancelot interjected, and sighed when he noted the stiffness that accompanied the commander's dismount. He heard Arthur call his name, and watched him dismiss the nasty Optio, who looked as if he had a very large and very painful poker up his narrow arse.
Lancelot sneered, but the other man was already past him and calling for other help. The First Knight pushed through the small crowd of people, and saw the thing that Arthur had been searching for. He stopped in his tracks, and stared at Darya, as Arthur was surely doing. She was dirtied, but didn't seem injured. Lancelot felt the blood from his wound begin to flow again; damn that Woad girl and her moving around! He slapped a hand over it, and didn't approach Arthur and Darya - not quite yet. He had no place between them. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 10:59 PM Post #39 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:00 pm Brendyn Badon Hill seemed so much larger than Aesica, though they were both possibly the same size....or maybe it was just exhaustion. He had not slept well since before the battle, then he had helped save Dagonet's life and assissted Gawain and Galahad as well. Tyranus nudged him as if trying to wake him up. He was ready to run and release energy, while Brendyn was ready for three days of sleep...if that were possible...
Brendyn was usually ready for surprises as it was a sign of alertness, but the booming sound (or at least it sounded loud) of the Centurion's voice made his heart race as if startled. Tyranus' ears perked forward and studied the older man with curiosity. He did not seem to be the type that had a good nature to him, so the horse refrained from playfully nipping at the Centurion's cloak. Brendyn turned to meet the other man's gaze as Quintus clapped a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder. The soldier listened to the man carefully, and then made ready to go to where he was directed. "Thank you, sir," Brendyn looked at Quintus, then took Tyranus's reins and led the horse toward the stables he had indicated. Once there, he led the big black horse to an empty stall, and groomed Tyranus, then placed a blanket over the animal's back to keep it warm. A stable hand brought Tyrnaus hay and oats and assured Brendyn he'd be taken care of. Making sure things were square with the horse, Brendyn collected his lance, Antonius's sword, and the small bundle he brought with him. Across the courtyard from the stables was a set long low barracks. Brendyn thought he had never seen anything look so welcoming though he had been in a few. He entered, and found a lot of beds and few were empty, but the one that caught his eye was one near a window. Arriving at the bed, Brendyn carefully leaned his lance near the stone wall after taking a cloth to clean the blood and grime from the surface, hung the scabboard and sword on the bed post so he could get to it if need be. Seeing that all was in order, Brendyn opened the large trunk and neatly placed his few clothes (A dark brown tunic, a green loose fitting shirt, and a pair of boots for casual days off work...whenever those were). He kept his helmet and amour on just in case he was put to work as a guard which he had done at Aesica when he was not in battle... Slowly, he sat down on the bed, and began to think of all of those who had lost their lives to the enemy. He did not do it out of pity for himself, but because he felt that taking time for respectful silence was a way of showing honor. Varonica...Antonius's wife. He understood what Derfel was saying about telling Gedeon's wife about his death for he had to do the same for the Commander's wife. After a few moments of prayer, Brendyn cleaned up a tad and went back out to the courtyard to help out with the duties that needed done... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 11:00 PM Post #40 |
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Author: linnet Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:32 pm Gawain Small groups had formed among the knights and those who had awaited them when Gawain walked back to join the others. Galahad and Alina were a group unto themselves. Lancelot, Tristan, the Woad wretch, and a Roman officer were another group. Not far from them Arthur and the Optio conversed, with Darya hovering near. Then there was a gathering that made Gawain’s heart sink… Derfel and Linnesse, Dagonet and Saorise, Neeve, and Linnette. He braved a quick look at them, and could tell that Gedeon's young wife had not yet learned that he wasn’t coming back, ever. Gawain moved past them quickly, knowing there was nothing he could to help her now, but thinking it was good that Neeve's strong and calm presence was there. Beyond that sad group was the Bors clan. The boisterous knight was kissing Vanora with great flair, while the young ones clamored around full of chaotic energy. Gawain was becoming aware that he was a group of one, and he felt a little uncomfortable and unsure what to do next. He continued to search the area for Brianna in case she was just delayed somehow. Maybe she was sleeping. She was hard to wake up. He didn’t think she was being petulant, and punishing him for something. They hadn’t had a fight for a whole day or two before he’d left. He would have begun to worry, except he thought that if anything horrible had happened, someone would have told him by now. He was, however, getting anxious to be officially dismissed so that he could go to his room where he hoped to find her. In the din of voices and laughter among Bors' bastards, Gawain heard what almost sounded like someone saying his name. He looked again at the rambunctious brood, and this time saw Fiona standing close to Bors and Vanora. Gawain felt relieved, since Fiona would surely know where her sister was. He walked through the gleeful throng of children, and past their embracing parents, stopping directly in front of the quiet Woad. “Fiona, where is Brianna?” he asked, not at all angry or threatening. His questioning eyes searched hers for an answer. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 11:00 PM Post #41 |
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Author: Ranchera Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:33 pm Connell Connell left the field of the dead, a young warrior leaning upon him. He had neither found Neeria nor Eala. The gravediggers had begun their dirty business. He no longer knew which side these men belonged to. Romans, or Woads? Or people caught between? It didn't matter. It hadn't mattered, and yet... He raised his eyes and looked back. The imposing fort loomed beyond. Camboglanna. He could not go there now. He was a fool to have chased after Neeria. He was weary, hungry. And still he labored. The young man groaned in agony, fingers clenching Connell's shoulder through his thick garments. He hobbled along. It was another that Connell had found, injured, but able to be brought out of the battlefield. Others had dragged themselves away on their own. "I'm going back. I'll kill them-- uh!" the youth said through gritted teeth. "Quiet that talk. We'll get you back. You belong with your father and mother." "I've got no parents! I am one of Merlin's men!" "Your place is with Merlin? Then there I'll take you." "Do you know the way, old man?" Connell winced. "Old, I'm not. But I know enough of Merlin to understand that he'll want you back." "And I will fight again!" the youth cried. "Not with that leg," Connell pointed out. "Come along, boy. Make our way through the woods now. We'll have you back well before the setting sun, but we have no time to waste." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 11:02 PM Post #42 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:44 pm Malcus Barbattus
What the bloody fuck for? Malcus wanted to scream. The Roman could feel his pulse quicken as he thought about the punishment he could dispense on the lying woad bitch. But he would never question Arthur's orders in front of another, especially Arthur's own men. So instead, Malcus just shrugged his shoulder slightly and said "I understand, if that is Arthur's wish." Then he added, "She's a disgusting, nasty looking thing isn't she?" with his nose slightly turned up. "Clean her up and she might not be too bad, but for right now, watch out for fleas and deer ticks." Malcus laughed then nodded his head, leaving them as Tristan threw the woman over his shoulder. Barbattus had to check-in his soldiers, relieve them of duty and get debriefed. There was a lot to do - he would still be working for hours. He'd suffered several casualties because of this accursed attack, so there was that to deal with too and he still wanted to talk with Arthur who was still occupied. Before Malcus took two steps, Amadeus yelled at him,
Malcus froze in his tracks. He clinched his jaw, took a deep breath then turned and faced Amadeus. Who did that pompous bastard think he was dealing with? How dare Amadeus speak to Malcus as though he were a lowly grunt, foot soldier! Even though Scipio was the Optio, Malcus had certainly paid his dues to warrant respect as an officer. Thinking before he spoke, Malcus stiffened his stance and braced the Optio with a steely glare. "Yes, sir," he replied but did not bow or salute. Just then, Barbattus spotted one of his soldiers lurking about in the stable. “Lucius!”
Malcus jerked around and looked at Amadeus after both men called for the centurion at the same time. What the?, he thought to himself as he narrowed his angry eyes. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 11:05 PM Post #43 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 9:51 pm Ash Ash rolled his eyes at Guinevere's insult, and flippantly ignored her useless input. He wondered how she would've managed to successfully complete such a mission that Ash was about to endeavor when she wasn't even able to consult a higher intelligence past that of petty sniping. However, her interval of childishness had finally reached its peak with Merlin. Although Ash had managed to keep a relatively neutral expression while the other man chided his daughter, inside he was fitting with laughter. Served her right.
When Merlin had glanced to him, Ash gave his silent approval of the plan. His gaze lazily shifted to Lourdes, becoming darker in challenge as the woman prompted to speak again. He quirked a brow again, watching her expectantly - she, too, seemed to enjoy wagging her tongue just to hear herself speak. Her next few statements did not surprise Ash at all. In fact, he was amused by it. Stupid, ugly wench - Lourdes certainly seemed to believe her shit didn't stink. Boy, she was mistaken.
BOY? Ash breathed out a laugh, even though it made his wounded side ache. This was just getting too priceless. Whatever you say, woman, he thought.
Holy Gods, why couldn't Lourdes just shut her trap? She was more-or-less threatening Merlin just because she was not getting her own way? How utterly foolish - and childish - some Lady of Avalon. Ash shook his head incredulously as the woman skunked off to "assist" more of the wounded, before turning his attention back to Merlin, silently inquiry him about what was to be done about Lourdes. Would she still dare to try to interfere with their plans? If anything went amiss during his mission that might've been preventable, and Lourdes was found to be the blame, Ash would not be so civil to her next time they crossed paths. She was a vile and treacherous snake, not a fucking savior, and if she knew what was best for her, she would stay clear out of Ash's path. He breathed out a sigh. Darkness, and then he would be able to set out. "With your permission, Merlin, I will go and begin preparing for tonight," Ash said, eying the wise leader curiously, and he waited to see what more the man might have to say to him before he would take his leave. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 11:06 PM Post #44 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 11:06 pm Fiona
This whole scenario was reminding Fiona of when she was younger, before she had been fully trained to be a warrior and how she would have to stay back at the camp when the other woads were off fighting against their enemies, whether it was the Saxons or the Romans. And when they would return, she would run up to her father and greet him just the way that Bors' children were doing with him at this very moment. As she became of age to finally fight, she had grown accustomed to being the one that would return from a battle to the ones that were left behind. Now she was on the opposite side again, except for this time she wasn't greeting woads - she was greeting the knights. Or, one of them at least. And even though he was tired and weary from fighting, he was still receiving of his children and the woad laughed at his words, just taking in the scene before her. Her eyes were trained on them, not on anyone else until another knight began to come towards her, working his way around the children and their parents. Her heart immediately lurched into her throat, almost anticipating what Gawain would say when he reached her.
Fiona made eye contact with him for a brief moment and in that instant, she saw that he was searching her eyes, trying to find out if she knew anything. She did, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to tell him. However, she had promised Brianna that she would but a part of her was extremely reluctant. He would eventually find out anyway that she was no longer here at the fort and her sister had probably realized that it was best that he hear it from the young woad rather than a messenger or a letter. The young woman didn't know the knight very well, they had only spoken a few times since the day she had come to the fort, so she had no idea how he would react. She turned her slim body and moved a few steps away from the red head, her lover and the children, once again looking up at him. "She's gone, Gawain. She went back home," she spoke softly, puffing out a small breath of air as she did. Fiona hadn't had a chance to miss Brianna's existence with her at the fort, but she knew that she probably would fairly soon. The two had always been close when she was growing up, closer than Fiona had been with Guinevere, whom she was blood-related to and Brianna had been there for her at all times, even when the woad was blind to realize that the ways of the world were not what she believed them to be. Bri hadn't told her that she couldn't live in some dream world for all of her life, but instead she had understood where Fiona was coming from. And now, she was no longer with her at the fort, the very place that she most likely needed her sister the most. The reason for Brianna's disappearance, she did not yet give to Gawain, hoping that maybe there was some way she wouldn't have to. But then, nothing ever seemed to go how she planned, whether it was dealing with fighting or with her sister. Fiona swept her hand through her hair a bit nervously, biting her lip as she looked at him, her posture a bit sagged. If anyone were to give her a glance in that moment, it would be hard for them to tell that she was ever a warrior and a fighter, at least for a period of time. She was more prone to cowering or wanting to shy away from things, rather than stepping up and in this instance, that fact was no different. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 13 2010, 11:07 PM Post #45 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Thu Apr 03, 2008 11:19 pm Milan
Milan knew Mari did not wish to change the person he was inside. Sure he had never had the need to apply speech to his everyday life before - mostly because growing up, he had been led to believe he was as verbally inept as his people had deemed him - but that didn't mean that he didn't want to learn now. Life had always been much harder on Milan - to be constantly misunderstood because of the fact he had lacked the speech variable to help him clarify himself had been toilsome. He wanted to be able to talk to Mari, though. He wanted to be able to tell her what was on his mind so she wouldn't have to guess. There had always been so much he had wanted to say to her, but he had never had the opportunity to do so. His opportunity was now, and Mari's patience and dedication was making it all possible for him to find his voice, the one that had been crippled like a vein, cut off from existence for far too long. He watched with sad eyes as she gestured to various parts of her body, some of which that had been hidden beneath the lapping ripples of warm bathwater. He didn't need his imagination to picture just where and how Mordred had so viciously harmed her. Milan lowered his gaze, his brows stitched in consternation, his shoulders slumped miserably. What he failed to understand was why? Why had the knight marauded Mari in such a dishonorable, fiendish manner? She was all that was good and clean and bright. He had tried to ruin her, and for what? Milan snapped closed his eyes a moment and tried to shake away the unwelcome thoughts that had invaded his mind. His lips down-turned into a sorrowful pout as he re-opened his blue eyes again. He reached out a hand and lightly placed it upon the smooth ball of her shoulder, his gaze understanding as he looked at her. He balled up his free hand against his chest where his heart was. Her pain was his pain, her sorrow was his sorrow, and flip-side, her joy was his joy. |
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