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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:02 PM Post #226 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon May 19, 2008 2:03 pm Ione Ione watched every move the man made form the moment she had kissed the side of his mouth and he had closed his eyes until the time that he reopened them to hold her steady gaze. If he had done anything to her, she would not have allowed herself to come so close. The secure feeling of being so close to the man who had saved her from being raped by the woad...so close to him.
Ione only looked at Mirtha and wondered what she should answer. After all, Javier had only just left, but his leaving once more made her feel unprotected, though through their relationship, she had changed...became stronger and able to face things she hadn't been able to face before. The young weaver just stood there holding his strong hands in hers letting her fingers run over the rough calloused surfaces: Signs of a good hard worker. Her dark eyes did not waver from his as she answered him, 'I was sacred...because a long time ago, a man I was "sold" to by my parents, got drunk with some of his friends...I accidently spilled some wine on him...' Ione gently tightened her hands in his. 'He and his drunk friends took...me outside the fort, beat me and left me for dead in a blizzard...I-I was afraid you'd be the same since you approached me with a bottle in your hand...' Ione stopped and looked away from him afraid that since she had been honest, that he'd leave her, and she didn't want that. Not now. 'Somehow, From the first time we met in the infirmary, I wanted to be your friend...but when you approached me in the stables...my heart was racing...I felt attracted to you in a natural way.' Ione looked into his eyes, "You and I...we are not perfect...and I felt comfortable with that feeling that I did not have to be perfect..." His closeness made her feel so warm inside as though the need for him was rising again...The raw closeness of him and the feel of his breath washing over her...the way he was caressing her hands....
Ione placed soft kisses over his morning shadowed face as he spoke, then moved slightly back to respond to him. Ione's voice whispered to him, 'Mirtha, I watched you take me, and just the delight I saw there...the way your skin felt against mine, and how our bodies fit so well together...' Slowly, she began moving them as if in a dance toward the small bedroom. She was willing to help him recall what happened now that he was sober, and possibly please him herself. 'You were very drunk Mirtha, and I would like to try to...help you if you want me to...' Ione stopped talking as she watched him lean in close to her, and kissed her. Her mouth responded to the kiss and her lips parted, her tongue caressing his. In her mind, Ione wondered if he really wanted the same thing she did right now. The shop was not opened for business, and they'd have time...if he was willing. "I am not afraid of you, Mirtha...any longer...." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:04 PM Post #227 |
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Author: linnet Date: Tue May 20, 2008 2:18 am Gawain
As Catherine happily told him about the animals on the foreign coin, Gawain found himself again caught up in her knowledge and sense of awe. She may have played the whore with countless men to obtain her information of distant lands, but her infectious enthusiasm when she shared it with him seemed so natural. Her eyes took on a light totally unlike the clouded beckoning gaze she had turned on him in the tavern. She stopped the habitual playing with strands of her hair, which seemed to Gawain like a nervous distraction. Instead her hands were animated and involved in showing him the coin. He didn’t know quite what to think. But it troubled him to know that such a smart, charming young woman so full of unspoiled wonder, could and would easily change to the seductive creature he had seen. The knight listened intently to Catherine, his eyes traveling from the coin to her, and back again. Maybe she was only giving him what he wanted, but it didn’t feel like he was being used. He smiled, amused at her descriptions, and laughed out loud at the idea of riding the long-nosed animal, although admittedly the sharp curved teeth would be useful in battles.
Gawain’s expression became uncertain, as she tried to close his fingers over the coin. He’d been disarmed and pleased that she’d shown in to him, even if he couldn’t know her true reason. But why would she want to give it to him? It had to be of value. He shook his head and smiled slightly while gently resisting her attempt to close his hand around the coin. “No. I can’t take it,” he said softly. “It belongs to you.” Then a sickening thought hit him. She was giving it to him because she was afraid of him. She had looked like she expected him to hit her back at the tavern. And when he’d taken her arm to move her out of the rain, she’d shied back and become meekly nervous. She was trying to appease him so that he wouldn’t be angry and hurt her. Oh, shit. He couldn’t let her believe that. “Catherine, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’d never harm you.” His voice was still soft and his eyes searched hers, almost desperate to be believed. He reached his hand out toward her, with the coin still in his open palm. “You keep it for now,” he said, and tried to smile reassuringly. “Let it remind you to tell me more about Carthage sometime soon, and to show me where it is on one of Arthur’s real maps.” His smile turned genuine and deepened. “And I think we need to figure out what the rest of that elephant must look like.” He watched her a little sadly, hoping that she’d take back the coin she’d earned, and that if nothing else, at least she wouldn’t think of him as a threat. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:06 PM Post #228 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue May 20, 2008 8:11 am Vanora After all 8 of the children calmed down and actually began to eat the food instead of throw it at each other, Vanora cleaned up their food fight mess and think of how grouchy and touchy everyone had been this morning...so far. All she wanted was a descent conversation with someone just so it'd brighten her day. There were a few customers, but they wanted to be alone... .....At the sound of the tavern door opening though, Vanora turned to see Drake and Linnette enter the tavern. It was good to see them both, though neither of them looked very happy right now either. The red head decided not to enterfer just yet, but wait to see what was going on...
Vanora raised an eyebrow as Drake indicated a table he'd be sitting at, and Linnette moved to the bar, then toward the kitchen. Something was not right, and Vanora aimed to find out. Vanora moved with her arms full of plates and food ridden cloths from the food fight, and went to the bar to dispose of the dirty plates and mugs. After emptying her arms, she turned to draw two more ales for the men directly behind her at the counter, then wondered if Tristan would want another....She'd have to ask. After deftly warding off the advances of one of the men who had already had enough ale for breakfast, her eyes turned toward Linnette as the young woman turned toward the kitchen. Stepping from behind the counter, Vanora finally approached Linnette and Drake, greeting them both, 'Linnette? Drake? Is there anything I can get you for breakfast?' She cast a glance at Linnette as if wondering if there was something wrong. At times like this, Vanora couldn't help kicking in her motherly instincts..... Brendyn He moaned a bit as he moved to sit up a bit more at a comfortable level. In his mind, Brendyn knew it had probably been pushing it when he asked Tatiana if she loved him, but in a job like his, it was always nice to know ahead of time in case something happened, and he was no longer able to hear the words from her, or any woman for that matter. Brendyn had to laugh at the slight blush that rose on her cheeks...like the color of a blushing pink rose...
What women couldn't do to men...like making men feel as though the world had vanished.... Damn it all! Brendyn broke the Springtime thoughts and reminded himself he was still on duty...but those foresty green eyes...or had they been deep green? A thought came to him on how he could get back on duty, but he needed to make sure that those around him including Tatiana were occupied enough to allow him to leave the infirmary and head back to work. The day was growing short and there was still much to do. Brendyn seemed to vaguly recall something one of his friends had once told him: 'If you don't do it, no one else is going to do it for you, and whatever it is you were suppose to do will still be waiting for you...' His friends and his Commander. Brendyn felt a pang of guilt at not having gone to evening prayer to remember them. Looking up at Evana, the young man asked, "Could I have a cold drink of water?" Brendyn gave the nun a charming smile. Evana reminded him of his kind Aunt: Always firm and kind with soft hands and a gentle face. "Tatiana, soon I have to go back on duty, but tonight after my duties are done, I might be going to the baths to wash up...." perhaps you'd like to meet me there? |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:09 PM Post #229 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue May 20, 2008 9:08 am Titrus Titrus squatted in front of the woad girl and narrowed his eyes.
That was the only sound that came from her but Titrus’ eyes widened when he clearly understood the girl’s mouth as she moved her lips purposely, trying to communicate with him. Food... I want food. I am hungry. Where is Neeria? Where have you taken her? Do not hurt her. “Food!” the Roman exclaimed. “I will have it sent to you right away.” Then he frowned and moved his own lips. “Near?” he said scrunching his eyebrows together. “Near? Taking? Yes! The place we are going, the place I am ‘taking you’ to is near. It’s just up ahead and no, you will not be hurt. I swear it.” Confident at his translation, Titrus rose again and walked to the dungeon gates where Quintus was awaiting their arrival. “Mornin’ Quintus!” Titrus greeted his friend, the centurion. “I am returning this prisoner to your care. The elder is with Commander Castus as is Captain Barbattus. I must go to meet the captain now. The girl cannot speak but she can read your lips if you speak slowly to her. I want her placed in the old Roman cells – they are much better than the dungeons. Have one of the boys fetch her some food and water, please, and I shall return soon. Captain Barbattus has been ordered by Commander Castus to ride out today so there will be a meeting of the squads once I have received my orders, prior to his departure.” Titrus was quite confident that he was leaving the young woad in capable hands with Quintus and he knew she would be safe under his watchful eye of the prison. Titrus looked back over his shoulder, still not able to shake the feeling that they had been followed. Ridiculous, he thought, trying to shake the feeling. The lieutenant squatted once again and faced the girl. “I must leave you now, but I will return later. Food will be sent.” The Roman locked eyes with the girl and held her gaze. The child’s black eyes were wide and unblinking as she stared at him. Titrus wished he knew what she was thinking. Without breaking eye contact with her, Titrus touched the doll the child carried at her side. “Remember, she is your friend.” The Roman touched the girl’s skinny shoulder and stood again. Then he looked at Quintus and said, “You have your orders, my man,” and walked back through the gate to meet Malcus. Neeria The dark knight smiled at Neeria and bowed to her, his shock of curls bouncing about his head as he did so.
Neeria batted her eyes at the First Knight like she'd done before, after he winked at her, and said, “You are chivalrous indeed, dark knight. I shall return your clothing once I’m finished with them. I’m sure you will never wash them again, lest you forget me.” Then she puckered her lips at him, as in a kiss, and rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Arthur. She was aware however, that Lancelot had removed a dagger and was twirling it gracefully between his large hands while glaring at her. Neeria’s eyes widened as Arthur bore his stare into her. It was as though his gaze penetrated right through her. She felt the same chill slide down her back again as the commander moved closer to her. Locked onto his stare, the woad’s eyes slowly raised to the top of her head, tilting her head backward as Arthur narrowed the distance between them. The massive Roman towered over her. Something other than a chill ran through Neeria, too, although she didn’t know what it was. It was not fear - she did not fear him, that was not it, even though he was the enemy. She was aroused by Arthur's presence, but not in a sexual way. The feeling was more like awe. Yes, the commander was awesome to her - powerful. Neeria was confused by her feelings, but one thing she knew with certainty was that she would never lead this half Britton to her leader, Merlin, even if it meant her death. The woman stared at his mouth when he spoke to her, the richness and power of his voice reverberating in her ears.
“I do,” Neeria responded. Inexpicably, she was not hostile toward Arthur and for that, she cursed herself as she continued to stare at him. Subconsciously, the petite woman pulled the blanket closer around her small frame, nervously. She still was not afraid of Arthur, but yet she cowered. Her mind raced, thinking about what was inevitably about to come.
Arthur moved even closer to her, they were only a couple of feet apart. Neeria could feel his presence. She tried to control her breathing. He was so close to her, she had the urge to touch him, but dared not to. Lifting her eyes upward even further, she tried to raise her voice from the pit of her stomach and control the quiver as she spoke. “For that, I am grateful, Roman,” she said, “You have kept your word and therefore I will keep mine. However, I do not trust you. Nor any of you,” Neeria said, casting a hateful glance at Malcus who smirked at her, then at Lancelot who was still twirling his dagger. Neeria narrowed her dark eyes at Arthur and felt the chill betray her once more. “The only one I trust is your scout. The one they call ‘Tris-tan’. I will lead you to Merlin, but only if you once again guarantee my safety and only if you allow the scout to ride also. I will not go otherwise.” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:10 PM Post #230 |
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Author: linnet Date: Tue May 20, 2008 11:51 am Mother Lavinia
Lavinia nodded toward the younger knight without really looking at him. She knew him, but not as well as the Sarmatians who had been occupying beds in her infirmary and stealing the hearts of her healers for a decade. Derfel was still a polite young man, but he was catching on and being corrupted by the rougher knights all too fast. The nun kept her sharp eyes on Bors, and quickly assessed that it was his leg that was injured, and that he was in pain. “Lie down and let me look at it,” she instructed. Taking a small knife from a pocket in her habit, the nun cleanly slit the knight’s trouser leg up to just past the wound. “I know,” she said. “That pretty little red-head of yours will be angry, but it was either this or have you take your pants off. I made an executive decision.” The wound was crudely stitched and becoming badly infected. “Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, Dagonet. I’ll be right back,” Lavinia said over her shoulder as she bustled off to a small closet to which she had the only key. In its dim light she found a clean knife and sharp metal probe, disinfecting medication, needle and thread, and bandages. She started to leave, but turned back and grabbed a small bottle. Holding everything in the folds of her habit’s outer covering, she returned to Bors and set everything, including herself, on the cot near his feet. Lavinia handed the burly knight the small bottle. “Drink it all,” she commanded. It contained what was probably the strongest of drinkable spirits within all of Badon. She kept a supply on hand, known only to herself, and used only at her discretion, replenished as needed by talented monks of her acquaintance. “Let me know when the bottle is empty, Bors, and then grab hold of something. We’ll have this taken care of in no time.” |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:11 PM Post #231 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue May 20, 2008 12:07 pm Mona Badon Keep loomed in the rainy, foggy distance as Guinevere, Connell and Mona crept silently through the woods. The familiar odors of the fortress suddenly filled the air. The smell of food cooking mixed with the unmistakable stench of humanity, stale alcohol and animals, all thrown together in one confined area, permeated the nearby wood where the three rescuers hunkered down, undetected by the roving patrols.
“Of course, princess,” Mona said, trying to keep the distaste out of her voice. All the while they’d been walking, Mona had been devising a plan to overthrow Guinevere. Her opportunity would come soon, of that she was sure. “That copse of trees over there has significant brush, Guinevere. It looks like an ideal spot from this vantage point,” Mona suggested as she shrugged her shoulder, allowing her quiver to slide off her back. Mona yawned and stretched her long frame, shaking her legs and twisting her neck. She’d become mildly stiff from carrying her load of weapons. The day was cold and rainy. Perfect for a murder, she thought to herself with a grin. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:13 PM Post #232 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Tue May 20, 2008 1:30 pm Alina
Alina suddenly had such a burning need to protect Galahad from Kolya's crude criticism, but reluctantly she kept her mouth shut. She wasn't about to give Kolya the satisfaction of hearing her defend him on such an intimate level. Galahad was a considerate lover - there had never been anything wrong with him. He at least knew what he wanted. Everything was wrong with her. She had become flimsy and awkward, and she never said or did the right things. The image of the confident woman she used to be was a fleeting fancy; she felt so exposed, like she was lying naked on the floor. This is who she was now...she was broken. Kolya's last comment threw her for a loop, and her baleful gaze snapped towards him. What gave him the right to so flippantly derogate her? She straightened her back, trying to resurrect some of her pride. Her hand raised so quickly to strike him across the face that it probably made his head spin. "I don't need you," she spat, her voice dripping with acid. Alina bounded out into the rain, oblivious to whether or not Kolya was following her. Her hands clutched either side of her skirt, hoisting the material up a bit to keep herself from tripping. Her dark, wavy hair and cloak whipped savagely out behind her as she quickened her pace into a slow sprint toward the tavern. Cáel
As he waited at the gate, Cáel took a few opportune moments to cast a glance towards the trees. They were still, burdened with the snows of winter, but something about them whispered life. He felt watched by unseen eyes somewhere among the boughs and brush, but it did not unnerve him. On the contrary, it left him feeling quite curious, amused even. He gave a sheepish shake of his head, deciding that perhaps this brand of paranoia had simply been brought on by the drink. Trees didn't have eyes... "Oh hello, good sir!" Cáel chirped, his dark gaze meeting a warm brown one from the other side of the gate. He pulled back his hood to appear less suspicious, less menacing to the guard, and shifted Betelgeuse side-ways so to peer more closely at the man through the peep-hole. "I am called...Gabriel." There was a mischievous glint in his eye, but his warm, inviting tone masked it with distraction. "I return from Eburacum, where I went to sell fine jewelry to raise money for medicine for my ill wife - she and my two daughters live here at the fortress," he added convincingly, his voice smooth as silk. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:14 PM Post #233 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Tue May 20, 2008 1:35 pm Lucius A gorgeous red head. Good. Lucius left the little group to go and find that Saoirse. How difficult could it be to find a gorgeous red head? Very difficult he had to admit after a few minutes. Not what he had expected. First he tried to look around and find her on his own but soon he gave up because it would take too long and he did not want to make his new friend Derfel or the wounded man, Dagonet, wait longer than necessary. He had the feeling that they wanted to talk to Saoirse as soon as possible - whoever she was. So he changed his strategy in his latest duty: he asked. The first woman apologised because she did not know someone with that name, the second one just shrugged her shoulders and hurried to help a man in pain, and the third one glared at him. He made sure to add quickly a "pardon me!" to his question before he left to try his luck again. Somewhere. Somehow. While he still tried to figure out what would be the fastest and most effective way to find that unknown woman, he had made his way to the back of the building where the storage rooms were. He looked at the door and shook his head, turning to leave. Probably he should ask someone outside of the infirmary. But he stopped after a few steps. He would not have been the dutiful and obedient soldier he was would he not have checked every possibility. So... the door was opened a few seconds later by Lucius just to hear silent crying. "Hello?" he asked, entering the room and closing the door carefully behind him. Just then he spotted a bright red strand of hair. "I cannot tell if you are gorgeous but... are you Saoirse? Maybe?" There was a hint of hesitation in his voice while he eyed the crying woman. He tried to offer her an encouraging smile and find out if she was alright, waiting for her answer. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:17 PM Post #234 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue May 20, 2008 2:52 pm Drake Drake felt silly. He felt like he was one of those crafty bounty hunters that hid behind a mask and never let anyone know their true motives, feelings or intentions. The saddlebags felt heavy on his shoulders so he slung it down to carry it by his side, awkwardly bumping off his legs as he stepped backwards towards the seat he had gestured to.
He nodded his head, not giving away anything about his intentions to stay there waiting for her regardless of how long she was going to take. He gave her a wan smile as she stepped away, smiling back at him before he turned and made to walk to his table. It felt all very secretive and subterfuge, this secret intention to stay by her side and ensure her safety. Drake didn't like to think of Linnette braeking down and crying on her own somewhere like she had been on the wall... but he didn't like the idea of it being someone else who found her and held her either... strange how that spark of jealousy reared it's head so suddenly and inappropriately.
He had only gone about two paces when he heard Vanora speak behind him. Drake turned with an almost guilty lift to his dark eyebrows. His green eyes skitted to Linnette and then to Vanora quickly before he composed himself, clearing his throat gruffly. He nodded, turning to fling is saddlebags to the floor where he intended to sit and then waved his hand non-chalantly. "Whatever you've got." he murmured, turning his back to her and walking to his table where he slumped down, edging his way back on the bench as he settled in for the long haul. Catherine Catherine was not a selfish woman. She took pride and joy in seeing her actions please another. Normally that was done with a price-tag attached and the 'doing' was a more physical thing. To see Gawain's face light up with interest and amusement at someting Catherine had to say was most unusual. The whore found herself smiling more genuinely, more intensely, her entire presence seemed lighter, brighter, more buoyant as she looked from the coin to Gawain's face. Oh he was not ecstatic! But he was interested. And who had ever been interested in her elephants and leopards before?
The blonde looked down at his thick fingers, grubby and gritty, next to her perfectly rounded fingernails. She could see the sparkle of silver beneath his fingertips and smiled. That coin had travelled half way across the known world, had passed through numerous hands and survived countless battles - yet it still looked in cleaner physical shape than this Sarmatian was. Catherine was unwilling to take the coin back just yet, keeping her hand over Gawain's fingers as she glanced up at him again.
The softness in his eyes and his tone was most unusual. Catherine found enough strange in his sincerity that it made her blush! It colored her pale cheeks the prettiest shade of pink and she chewed the inside of her lip, looking at the coin he handed back to her. Her heart swelled at the thought of looking at Arthur's maps again! She had thought that that particular generosity would be hard to win back. But it seemed Gawain was an honest heart, a decent soul. The whore pursed her lips, looking critically at Gawain though amusement colored her hazy green eyes and lilted her sing-song voice even more so. "Ok. I'll mind it only until we can talk more about it. Then I expect you to receive it as a gift. It would ... " Catherine paused, she looked at the coin now in her hand where it looked so much bigger than it had in Gawain's. She hoped that the next words she spoke would be taken in their most chaste and unsexual of translations - though she was worried, considering her earlier demonstrations, that the knight may not make the distinction. "It would please me if you did so. I don't often get a chance to make gifts to people." Catherine said, then rolld her green eyes at herself - "Goodness, I must come across as the strangest person you've ever met!" she laughed gently at how silly her wishes seemed in that moment. Wanting to give him a gift of a coin because it would please her... how bloody strange! Catherine knew it would not please her mother when she found out about the missing coin.... Dropping her hands, Catherine bit her bottom lip and looked up smiling at Gawain. She dipped a half-curtsey to him, inclining her head primly as she rose back up again. Kolya The slap did take him off-guard. His head whipped to one side and his eyes bulged before snapping back towards the hissing woman. It didn't have the precise effect Alina hoped for. Kolya was not aroused by violence, hardly! But the strong emotion, the vehemence, the sheer thrust of blood through his veins because of her anger, because of how he knew he could turn that anger to passion with little to no-effort... !
Kolya wheezed a gruff laugh and shook his head to steady his mind before he launched after her. He trotted forward a few steps, his hand reaching for her elbow automatically, not thinking about what he was going to do until he felt teh warmth of her skin beneath his palm. Kolya was not gentle as he whipped Alina around. He was also not observant as he whirled her around, his burning blue eyes looking down into her furious, wet face, his smirk wide and lopsided. "No - but you know damn well you want me, Alina." he whispered hoarsely to her, his head dipping to press his lips to her knowing that he risked losing alot of blood and possibly consciousness by the action. He wrapped his other arm about her waist, hauling her in against his hard body and crushing his mouth to hers, halting her initial wriggles before letting her react... but he was ready for whatever blows were inevitable. Galahad Galahad felt rather giddy with amusement as he watched Gawain take the whore by the elbow and drag her into a doorway. He was just squeeking a delighted laugh when he realised that er ... they weren't in the doorway for what one usually went into a doorway with a whore for. His smile remained but it became puzzled, his youthful face scrunched in puzzlement as they kept their hands close together. They were talking, Galahad could not hear anything over the drizzling rain however. He was puzzled by this odd behaviour from a whore and from his brother. It wasn't really Gawain's modus operandi ... and what about Brianna anyways?! The Sarmatian was taking a few steps backwards when he did hear noises from behind. Not loud, but the wind was blowing from that direction so it carried. The splash of feet. He sniffed, turning to throw a casual glance towards the noise and was looking away from it when he realised it was Alina. His head whipped back around however because he could have sworn that she was kissing... "What the ... !" Galahad murmured under his breath, his mouth then hung open wide as he stared at his lover in another man's arms. Ok... ok, so he had not been perfect in fidelity, Galahad admitted, but this... this?!?! And who was that guy?! The blue-eyed Sarmatian puffed up his chest, about to stalk over towards the two and demand answers but .. he flinched. Gritting his teeth, he hurried over to another doorway, nowhere near Gawain and the whore and just watched... to see what would happen. He felt a rather sharp pain in the centre of his chest though, a stinging in the backs of his eyes. And something else, something that clicked in his senses but did not commute well to his brain just yet. Something about Alina's odd behaviour. Saoirse How long could she spend crying for the death of a man she had barely known?! Saoirse had her resting over her bent knees, her arms crossed over the back of her head to try and cover the sounds of her sobbing. It was so silly - so bloody silly that she sat in a storeroom crying her heart out when Dagonet lay inside alone. She wanted to go to him right now but knew it was a bad idea when she looked so... so ... bad. The red head momentarily wished for Rafe then - wished that he would come along and give her a good kick up the arse to remind her of who she was. When had she become this wilting figure on the ground? When had she become so dependant on anyone but herself? Why did someone else's hurt damage her more than her own? Why did Dagonet losing is son hurt her more than leaving her own daughter behind knowing she might never see her again? The red head was unaware of a presence in the room until his shadow changed the light in the little cave between her legs and face and hands.
His words made no sense. Except the last bit. Her name. Frustrated and intensely embarrassed to be found in such a sorry state, Saoirse sniffed loudly but did not lift her head. "Wha' are ye bloody talkin' abou'?" she muttered, her voice muted and muffled because she did not even move her hands. She wanted to stay there longer, feeling the deep ravine of hurt and pain still gape inside her small body. But she was found now, wasn't she? Sniffing again, Saoirse lifted her head, pressing her spread fingers to her forehead as she stared at her damp knees. Her blue eyes flickered to the man's boots and she frowned. They were well kept boots. Her eyes narrowed and she looked up into his smiling face, a hopeful yet uncertain smile. Saoirse snorted and licked her lips. "I am she - now wha' of it? If yer lookin' fer a healer an' someone sent ye t'me ye may go right back the way ye came an' ferget tha' person as a friend cause they certainly musn't like ye if they'd send ye lookin' fer me." she muttered, her words trailing off towards the end as she sniffed once more, raking a hand back through her hair. Romanus Romanus was not cut out for this guard duty thing. Oh he was being trained day and night, and everyone that worked with him drilled it into his head about protocol, about not trusting people's words because people lied. And yes, people could lie whilst smiling too. But Romanus was a trusting man - a man with a trusting heart and a curious mind. When the man looked in through the hole at him, the guard's eyebrow lifted but he felt a swell of excitement when he saw teh mischievious glint in this man's eyes. There was a man who lived for the moment by the looks of it...
Hmmm... Romanus' initial reaction would have been one of 'throw open the gates and big hugs for returning in one piece' , but his training... the training. His brown eyes looked upwards without his head moving though he could only hear the boots of his superior up there. Romanus knew that he would be in big trouble if he just let the man in. So he sighed and peered back through the peephole, meeting the bright gaze of the man on the other side. "Eburacum eh? How'd you manage to avoid all those angry woads Mr Gabriel?" Romanus said but his voice was too strained, his tone too practised that it just sounded silly. And Romanus knew it too. He rolled his brown eyes and shut the peep-hole. The gate clanged and clunked and finally opened. Romanus stepped out and closed it up behind him, narrowing his brown eyes on the traveller, looking him up and down. "Listen, friend, there's been an attack here and I have to make it look like I'm being as tight as a duck's arse with regards to who I let traipse in here so eh... let's say we just have a bit of a chat here, you show me ome of what you got in them there bags, some the jewellery and things, and after a while I can just let you on in... hmm?" he spoke quietly, hopefully, smiling from ear to ear. He had a few coins on him now - he could buy a necklace for Siobhan back home in Ireland... she'd like that! |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:24 PM Post #235 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue May 20, 2008 3:28 pm Linnette
Drake slunk away from them, over to the table, shoulders drooped gloomily, and Linnette snuck a glance over at him, to see him sliding, slumped, onto the bench. He seemed deflated, completely without that trace of humor that had been there when they had been discussing ages and the proper definition of 'old'. Really, though, he looked much like Linnette herself felt, thinking ahead to the accounts waiting for her in her office, and with the loss of Gedeon an ever-present, raw ache in her heart. She turned back to Vanora, sighing sadly, and set her better hand lightly on the other woman's elbow, guiding her off in the direction of the kitchens, their backs to Drake, so that they could talk as they walked. "I'm not eating...I'm going to try to work for a bit." Linnette sniffed a little as she felt her nose filling up again. Damn it. A part of her thought that maybe she should try to have some food, but just like earlier this morning, the thought of eating anything was completely without appeal. Even though her legs were beginning to feel just a touch watery, the kind of weakness that came with fasting, she felt no sensation she could identify as hunger. Nothing seemed in the least bit appetizing at all. But it wouldn't be the same for Drake. On sudden impulse, Linnette dug into the small pouch at her belt and pulled out a coin, easily enough for a meal and a little more. "That man back there...Drake Octavius, the trainer?" She gave a jerk of her head over her shoulder to indicate Drake without really looking at him. "He...he's been very kind to me." Another sniff, the despairing memory of how she had mindlessly pummeled the wall, for no good reason at all. She ducked her head and swallowed and paused a moment, mastering herself from crying again. Her left hand ached abominably- and Gedeon, Gedeon was still gone and not coming back. "Get him something nice. Some of the good wine, maybe? And don't tell him it's from me. Please." Linnette reached over for Vanora's hand and pressed the coin in, folding the other woman's fingers over it determinedly, with enough firmness that, she hoped, there was no chance it would be refused. She didn't want to linger- tears were beading in the corners of her eyes again and her throat felt constricted and choked. Gazing determinedly at the floor, the better to hide her tears, Linnette dropped Vanora's hand and took a determined stride in the direction of her office, on the other side of the kitchen and the stairwell. Centurion Quintus
"Aye, sir." Quintus replied stolidly and reached out for the girl's shoulder, stepping out of the doorway to do so. His pose was not nearly so paternal as Titrus's had been- he just stood behind the small girl, one heavy hand on her shoulder, as Titrus squatted and gave her a few reassuring words. As the lieutenant stood up, though, and Quintus began to turn to guide the girl firmly back into the dungeons- young or no, she was a prisoner and, in Quintus's opinion, shouldn't be coddled too much- he spotted a man, or rather a lad, standing in the entrance to the nearest alley, frozen in a wary pose, watching the whole tableau (Milan ). "What are you looking at?" the Centurion snarled in his direction, tightening his grip automatically on the girl's shoulder. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:26 PM Post #236 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue May 20, 2008 3:40 pm Eala Eala watched his lips move as he spoke, becoming more accostomed to it as the time went on. He was answering her questions, understanding them as the came silently from her lips. He misunderstood one question, not realising she asked for 'Neeria' and cared not whether her cell was near or not. Her dark eyes flickered to the silent man in looking at her and she tilted to the side, looking around Titrus curiously at him. The guard tapped her doll and Eala wrinkled her nose, looking down at it. He said something about 'friend' and Eala assumed that he was telling her that he was her friend. She didn't like that idea - not at all. He was Roman. She hated Romans. She only didn't bite him because he had taken the chains off of her. The little blonde had convinced herself of as much ... that was until Titrus walked away, leaving her with this stranger. Eala's gasp was sudden and betrayed. She suddenly went rigid, the action hurting her wounded shoulder and making all the bruises and bumps on her body ache as she tensed all her muscles. She looked over her shoulder as she was led away, startled and momentarily disabled by surprise. He was just leaving her?! Eala grit her teeth and turned her head quickly, taking a snap at the hand on her shoulder before turning to run after Titrus. She fell. Her body was weaker than she had thought, her legs slightly shaky and the ground unfamiliar. She banged her chin on the ground, muckying up her tunic as the rain splattered against her back. Eala made to scramble to her feet but when her eyes lifted she saw the pale-faced man still there, looking on. It was enough of a pause to get her 'caught' again. Eala parted her lips to cry out in protest, her hand wrapping around the doll which she used to hit the man. The dolls soft body was no weapon though - so Eala just ended up on her back, squirming and hitting the man, essentially, with a cushion. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:27 PM Post #237 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue May 20, 2008 4:25 pm Titrus Just as Titrus walked back out of the prison gates, he spotted a young man standing off in the shadows of an alleyway, watching.
The centurion yelled at the boy before Titrus had the chance. The lieutenant recognized the young man but could not place his name. "Oy, boy! Do you have business here?" Titrus snapped. "Shouldn't you be somewhere right now?" he yelled as he moved toward the young man. Suddenly Titrus heard the prisoner growl, then what sounded like a scuffle break out behind him. As he turned, he saw the girl take a step in his direction, lose her footing and fall face-first in the mud. The frightened girl tried to get up, but as she did, Quintus grabbed her shoulder - her injured shoulder - again. His efforts got him viciously assaulted with the doll Titrus had given the wild woad child. "Hey!" the lieutenant yelled out, momentarily forgetting about the boy and hurrying back to assist Quintus. Titrus remembered the squirmish in the cell all too well. He also suddenly remembered the child couldn't hear him. Titrus rushed over to the girl, now slippery with mud, and more or less tackled the child around the waist and scooped her small frame up into his arms. The woad girl squirmed and wiggled and kicked, trying to break his tackle but Titrus held on to her until he could turn her around to face him. When the girl saw realized who held her, she calmed - slightly. The woad made grunts and moans, snarling at Titrus. "Do not fight me!" he yelled at her, knowing she could not hear him yet still feeling the need to scream at her. His adrenaline was pumping and he was fighting for control of himself. "Do-not-fight-me!" he yelled again. "I don't want to hurt you but I will shackle you again if I have to. You must go with him. I will be back later! Now go!" Titrus said to the girl as slowly as he could. But his patience was running thin. What he really wanted to do was pick her skinny ass up and throw her in a cell - be done with her. The lieutenant was tired and it was nearing meal time - something he'd missed early that morning - his stomach reminded him. Titrus grabbed the skinny wrist that held the doll. "Don't do that again!" he said, admonishing the girl again, pointing to Quintus. "Don't fight him!" "Shackle her if she bites or fights you. Call another guard if you must." Titrus said to the centurion, calming himself finally. Titrus looked at the girl again. She was seething - her black eyes burning a hole into him, her teeth bared. He wanted to say he was sorry she was being treated this way. But he was an officer in the Roman Army and she was the enemy. Yeah, right. She's a child, he heard Deeta's voice again. "I will return," he mouthed to her, releasing her wrist and handing her back to Quintus. This time when he left through the gates, he didn't turn back. He eyed the young man who stood there but kept walking. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:28 PM Post #238 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue May 20, 2008 4:31 pm Tatiana
"Yea, I think I might need to be going to the baths too as working in the stables can get one quite dirty, especially with all the animals, stalls, hay and what not." Tati commented musingly. "Perhaps we'll be able to meet each other over there?" She suggested to him with a questioningly tilt of her head. Hearing his unexpected laughter warmed the young stable girl, causing a shy smile to appear as well as slightly deepen her blush and cause her eyes to become a malachite green in response to it. Perhaps there's a way to hear more of his laughter, too? "How are you feeling, Bren? Any better?" Tati asked, her small fingers still intertwined with his much bigger ones. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:29 PM Post #239 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Tue May 20, 2008 6:49 pm Lancelot Lancelot cocked an eyebrow as he continued to hold his dirk in his slender fingers, his grip solid as ice. He would be ready should the girl try anything.
The Sarmatian barked a hard laugh. Oh, this one had cheek. He liked that! Probably not a good thing, as she and her people were not to be trusted. But, all the same, he pulled a face when she pursed her lips in a kiss at him. "My love, if you feel that way, perhaps we can speak later. Privately." He pointed at her with his dagger, his grin as wickedly sharp as the blade he held in steady hands. His playful demeanor changed abruptly back to that of warrior and current - albeit "unofficial" - first knight and waited to see what Arthur would tell her. Likely something that would get him hurt, no doubt.
Trusting Tristan? That was interesting. Lancelot twitched his dark eyes to Arthur's face and tried to catch the commander's gaze. What in the fuck, Artos? His expression shared his thoughts - he hoped. Arthur could read him like no other - or was that in the past? He eyed the girl again, as well, taking in her lean countenance, her dirty face, her half-dressed body that showed her experience with war. "I really think you're in no position to bargain, my sweet," Lancelot said, his voice clipped and serious, a complete opposite to the way it had been. "I'd say we hold the winning cards. Or dice. I'm not sure what your game is," he added, shrugging casually, that same dangerous smile beginning to play about his face. "Just know that no matter Arthur's kindness - I am not so trusting. Neither is Tristan. You might be wise to do as the 'Roman' says...you may live longer that way." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 22 2010, 10:31 PM Post #240 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Tue May 20, 2008 7:49 pm Milan Milan didn't follow when the soldier led the little girl away. Instead he lingered in the alleyway - close enough to speculate, but far enough away to still flee if something threatening decided to bound his way. He narrowed his blues eyes, brow furrowing, and his nose wrinkling up in curiosity. There was something about this whole situation that was not sitting right with him. He suddenly felt sickened when he realized where that man had intended to take the child - to the dungeons. Milan crouched beside a wall, his palm flat against the wet surface, the other hand holding his coat around him as he tried to control the lurching feeling in the pit of his stomach. A shiver ran through him when he thought about the undeserving horrendous treatment he had received while in that deep, dark pit. He shook his head to himself in incomprehension - what could that little girl have possibly done that was so terrible that she'd be taken to such a merciless, dreadful place? What kind of men were these soldiers to condemn her to such a dismal fate? Involuntarily, Milan thought of Fleur - the cheerful little girl who had befriended him unconditionally - and how appalled he would've been had she been in Eala's place. No matter what the black-eyed girl had done, this was not right. It couldn't be right.
Milan had been so deep in thought, he hadn't realized when the first man had called out that he had been snarling at him. When the second man stepped in - the one that had been walking with the blonde girl - Milan instinctively flinched back onto his feet and warily took a few steps back. He noticed the girl was watching him in silence, and for the briefest of moments, Milan's uncertain, saddened blue gaze locked with hers. Titrus began strolling in his direction then, seething, causing Milan to turn about and finally flee. He was taking no chances. Never would he wish to be returned to the dungeons, to be forced back into that...Hell. |
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