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May 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 8:22 am
Neeria and Malcus Barbattus


Neeria watched Arthur closely after she’d given the commander
her demand. The woad tried to keep her knees from trembling.
Arthur was still towering over her, staring into her narrowed
dark eyes. Out of her peripheral vision, Neeria saw the First
Knight secure his dagger back into a place on his waist. But
she never took her eyes off of the man, Artorius Castus,
standing in front of her.

“Tristan!?” Malcus said incredulously. “What the bloody fuck
would you want Tristan to go with us for?”

The captain looked at Arthur, who was looking back at him.
Arthur’s eyes questioned the prisoner’s request. Malcus gave a
slight unnoticeable shrug to the commander, letting Arthur
know he had no idea where the woman was going with this.

“What sort of game are you playing, girl?” Malcus said to her.
“Don’t be fresh with the commander or I shall render my own
judgment against you!” Barbattus flashed an angry scowl at the
small woman. She didn’t even look his way.

Lancelot
 
I really think you're in no position to bargain, my
sweet, I'd say we hold the winning cards. Or dice. I'm
not sure what your game is. 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.


Neeria ignored the dark knight as well. She continued to stare
at Arthur, absorbing every detail of his face. Who is this
man? she thought to herself.

The woad shifted uncomfortably, pulling the Roman cloak around
her closely, refusing to speak again until Arthur answered
her. The rain beat softly against the window and flames in the
fireplace licked the cold air as both Neeria and Arthur
continued to size each other up. As though ignoring the other
two men as well, Arthur finally spoke to her.

Arthur
 
What is your name? I will agree to allow Tristan to
accompany you if you will indulge me as to why you have
chosen him?


What is your name?

The question caught her off guard. She did not expect the
Roman to ask anything of her, simply to either honor or deny
her request. For the first time, Neeria broke the hold of his
stare and lowered her eyes momentarily in sheer reverence of
the giant man in front of her. Her voice caught in her throat.
She raised her eyes again, locking onto to his emerald stare
once more.

“I am called Neeria,” she said, trying to control her voice.

The small woman involuntarily blinked. She wanted to step away
from him. She should have been repulsed by their proximity,
but instead, she felt frozen in place. Neeria desperately
wanted to hate him but he was too close to her. He seemed
human that close up and she cursed herself for feeling that
way.

Why didn’t I kill him when I had the chance? Because I’m tired
of the killing. The inner voice screamed, shaking Neeria to
her core.

Lancelot
 
Perhaps his jovial nature and outgoing personality have
won her over,


Neeria shot Lancelot a blazing glare. She bared her teeth into
a congenial smile and said, “Not nearly as much as yours, dark
knight.”

She looked back at Arthur and said, “Tris-tan was kind to me.
You threw me away with nothing. He came back to check on me
and brought me a blanket so I would not freeze to death in
your wretched prison. He reminds me of my Mikel,” her eyes
flashed dangerously for a second, but the fire died quickly,
“my beloved husband, who fell during the last attack,” she
finished, voice fading in the end.

At that exact moment, both Neeria and Arthur touched their
wounded sides at the same time. Neither reflected any
discomfort.

“I will go, Arthur, only if Tris-tan rides too,” she repeated.
It was the first time she called Arthur by name.

“Jesus!” Malcus said and then launched into a stream of
obscenities. When he was finished, he looked at Arthur and ran
a hand down his face.

“I apologize, commander, for my behavior, forgive me,” he said
sheepishly. “Commander Castus,” Barbattus continued, “I will
go get some clothes for this whelp, from storage, as soon as
we are dismissed. I wanted to speak with you privately, but
the hour grows late. I will look forward to our reunion upon
our return from this mission, instead.”
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Author: Kay
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 8:48 am
Guinevere


Mona
 
“That copse of trees over there has significant brush,
Guinevere. It looks like an ideal spot from this vantage
point,”


Guinevere glanced toward the group of trees indicated by Mona,
then she looked back toward the fortress. A sudden glint at
the gate caught her; the signal!

"There is no time to waste" she said. "Ash has just given the
signal. We must go to the side gate"

She carefully arranged the cloth around her head so that most
of her face was hidden. It was time!
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 9:26 am
Mona and Connell


Guinevere
 
There is no time to waste! Ash has just given the
signal. We must go to the side gate


Mona had seen the signal too, a bright shiny flash from the
side gate. Mona quickly gathered her things again, heaving the
quiver back up onto her back. Guinevere led the way as the two
woads and the healer moved quickly and silently through the
wood. They stayed low, keeping a close eye on the guards above
them. Mona heard them talking, but the guards were a distance
away from the side gate. She gave Guinevere and Connell the
signal that she was about to move toward the gate. Making sure
the coast was clear, Mona dashed to the small opening and
removed her load. Then she squeezed through the gate pulling
her gear behind her. Looking around quickly, she motioned for
Guinevere and Connell to come along. When all three were
through the gate, they crouched together.

“I will head east to look for Neeria,” Connell said.

“We should stick together, that was the plan!” Mona whispered.

But it was too late. Connell rose from their hiding place and
scurried along the wall until he disappeared behind a small
dwelling.

“Damn him!” Mona cursed. “What now?” she asked Guinevere.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 11:17 am
Drake


Drake was trying not to watch Linnette walking away. He made a
show of shoving his bags to one side, then changed his mind
and shoved tem to the other, all the while watching
surreptitiously from beneath his furrowed brow. She paused by
Vanora a while and he could almost feel the waves of upset
that rolled off of her. Though he could only see the shape of
her nose from th way her body was turned, Drake could almost
see the tears springing to her eyes as she talked to Vanora,
the tremble to her chin, the shiver to her fingers which felt
so cold and awkward without her husband's hand to hold them.

The Spaniard frowned, looking down at the table once she
disappeared into the back. He idly pulled the bandage about
his hand one and the other, peering underneath the material to
check the wound. It didn't look so bad - but it had a bit of a
sour smell which made him think it might do good to change the
bandage sometime soon.

Whilst he was thinking on this, Vanora returned. Drake glanced
up at her, his stern head nodding his gratitude as she poured
him a glass of wine.

Vanora
 
"Here ya go, Drake, Drake, what happened to Linnette's
hand? Is there anything I and Bors can do?"


The plate was put down before him and the Spaniard was
shifting forward, preparing to dig into breakfast - it felt so
long since he had eaten, but Vanora stuck around, asking him
questions he was not entirely sure he should answer. He looked
up at her with hard, green eyes. Those same eyes gave a
flicker towards where Linnette had disappeared and he stuffed
a wad of meat into his mouth, chewing it slowly as he shrugged
non-chalantly. His eyes lowered but his demeanour was casual.

"Nothing. She's fine. Mourning." he spoke the words precisely,
clearly, but without meeting Vanora's eyes. It was not a lie -
far from it. Linnette would be fine. And she would be so alot
quicker if she was able to put the emotional misadventures
behind her as quick as possible. The less people who knew the
origins of the wounds on her hands, the better. Drake thought.
He took another mouthful of meat, a bite of bread and washed
it down with some wine as he reached into his pouch. He pulled
out two coins and slid them across the wooden table to Vanora,
casting a speculative glance up at her.

"Thank you." he said, shifting forward and started to eat in
earnest now. He was bloody starving - and of course, being
male, he did not note that the food and wine that he consumed
was in any way superior to what he had had before!









Catherine

Gawain
 
“Maybe so, But that’s far from being a bad thing.”


Catherine was much too gentle a soul to allow a conflict to
rage inside of her for any length of time. Such things made
her suffer - and knowing that she had offended and upset
Gawain when he had been nothing but good and kind to her ...
well, it had left a bad taste. It had been on her mind and it
had worried her mind until she had come up with this solution.
She was delighted to see that it worked too. The brightness
was back in the knight's eyes, the crooked set to his lips and
the easy way that he spoke to her. The whore did indeed feel
strange in front of him, but she also did not feel that to be
such a bad thing.

With a wry smile, the woman backed away from Gawain. Evidence
that she was holding back a laugh was easy to see, the
tightness about her lips, the glistening in her hazy green
eyes and the playful way her fingers twitched at her hood as
she stepped out into the rain, still keeping his eye until she
finally did let out the laugh. Lifting her hand to her chest,
Catherine whirled and dipped her head, hurrying along towards
the tavern for her noon-appointment. She didn't want to be
late and Tristan had said after the noon-meal. Perhaps she
would have time to eat.

Her mood was entirely altered now that she had made amends
with Gawain. There was no weight on her shoulders - she looked
carefree and magnificent as she turned into the main courtyard
and took a slow amble towards the tavern. She only got so far
when she saw a familiar dark figure sitting outside under the
eaves, a flash of metal his hands. A surge of excited
nervousness burst through Catherine's middle and she swallowed
roughly, tipping her head to one side to peruse her customer.

He was handsome, in a scruffy kind of way, she figured. He had
lovely high cheek bones. Dark eyes which she found hard to
read but were lovely all the same. His physique was
admirable... if only she cuold see more beneath the plaited
hair and wiry beard he wore.

The blonde grinned to herself for being so foolish.

He had a pouch with coins - that was all she should have cared
for. But it wasn't. Catherine cared for what he might tell
her. She cared for what experiences he might unload onto her
before, during or after the act that he would pay her for.

With a conscious thought to how she moved her hips, Catherine
continued towards the tavern, looking to walk past the Scout,
her eyes set forward, but when she got to the main door, she
paused, turned and leaned her shoulder against the slightly
damp frame. She was well sheltered from the rain in here so
she pushed her hood back, casting a sideways look at the
Sarmatian. Her eyes were inviting, her pose was 'come-hither',
her scent was alluring and floral but she spoke not a word,
just looked at Tristan with a half-smile on her lips. Waiting.









Romanus

Cael
 
"Eburacum - indeed. A great city of prospect, Woads, you
say? Oh, of course. The Woads. Pure luck - I'm sure,
friend."


That was excuse enough for Romanus.

Luck was something he believed in.

And leprechauns and fairies. And banshees and the pooka and
breaking a mirror gave you seven years bad luck, an itchy
right palm meant you would receive money, an itchy left palm
meant you would lose money. An itchy nose was the sign of an
argument and it was entirely possible to find the end of a
rainbow where a pot of gold would be found.

It was in his nature to be superstitious and believe all of
the unseen things in the world.

Like luck.

And this gent didn't seem all too bad at all.

He had an easy smile about his face, a trusting glisten to his
dark eyes. Yes, an honest to goodness decent kind of man for
sure.

Cael
 
"You like pretty things, do you, lad? What do you think
of this then?"


The guard was just a little wary as the man reached into his
bag. He narrowed his brown eyes but leaned in to see what it
was that was to be revealed nonetheless. His eyebrows shot up
and he made a cooing noise indicating that he was very much
impressed with the silver band displayed.

"Wow! That's a damn pretty ring ..." Romanus said, already
thinking of what something like that wuold look like on
Aoife's finger. Aoife liked rings. She liked rings and frogs,
the strange little girl. But the band was a little too thick
for a woman. Maybe not for a man though... Romanus' eyebrows
lifted and he looked up at Cael with a half smile, half
doltish simper on his face as he pointed a wavering finger to
the ring.

"Can I try it on good sir? It looks a nice thick band... thick
enough for a man would you think?" Romanus asked, not
realising that he was woefully neglecting his duties. But to
those watching it looked like he was being thorough in
ensuring the man at the gate was really who he said he was.









Kolya

Kolya figured that if Alina really did want to get away from
him she would have done so by now. This fruitless struggling
was not like her. He had a bruise on his jaw to prove it too.
She had spunk where other women did not. Alina would not
hesitate to knee him in the groin, slap him in the face or
bite his nose if she raelly wanted away from his strong, warm
embrace. This only added to his confidence that what he was
saying was true. She did think of him when her boyfriend
touched her. It satisfied the Sarmatian to a certain degree.
But now, having her so tight and close to him Kolya started to
feel a certain disatisfaction, a heated stirring in the pit of
his stomach.

Alina
 
"You think you just know everything, Kolya. You don't
know everything! Not every woman swoons at your feet!
Not every woman wants to be with you! You can't just
kiss me as you please and expect that it'll make
everything better! It doesn't work that way!"


He kept one arm about her waist, holding her to him as she
hammered her fists against his chest. The Sarmatian tipped his
head back a little to avoid the little splashes that her
slapping created between their wet bodies. He listened to her
words but snorted in mild amusement, not shirking from her
accusations and claims at all. Not when he knew what he knew.

"You are not every woman now, are you?" he mused with a wry
smile, dipping his head as if he would kiss her again,
quickly. But he stopped an inch from her face and quickly
withdrew, smirking at the fire in her eyes. "And don't tell me
that my kiss does not make you feel good Alina. It may not
make you feel better but that is just the effects of your
guilty conscience no doubt." he whispered huskily, his free
hand stroking up her arm and wrapped around her two wrists
that were close to his chest. He did not hold her tight but he
did stop any attempt she made to hit his chest again as he
leaned in, biting gently but firmly against the furthest
reaches of her jaw, the warmth of his face making the coldness
of her skin even more pronounced.

"Come with me to the stables..." he half-asked in a throaty
whisper against her skin, his lips twisted into a confident
smile, knowing her mind would equate accompanying him to the
stables with the sex he had asked her about the other day.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 11:17 am
Ione


Ione had seen him look down after she had told him about her
incident before she had come to the fort, and what he had said
afterwords...his voice still hanging in her mind...Ione, I
would never want to hurt you...But I am out of control while
drunk... I don't know what would have happened...I would never
forgive myself.... From the moment she had led him into the
store, and it was just them shutting out a world that had
never truly accepted them, she felt different somehow. Safer,
and freer to be herself than afraid of offending him...

Despite the questioning looks he had given her, Ione still
felt very comfortable around him. At least he, like Javier,
was accepting her for who she was, and not trying to form her
into someone she wasn't. The closer she got to Mirtha in the
small bedroom, the more it all seemed so unrehearsed and
natural...the feel of his breath on her face, the earthy smell
of him. The thing that made her even more comfortable was that
he had made no comment about the scars on her back. Scars that
reminded her of how imperfect she was as well. Javier had
accepted them, but it had taken him a long time to break
through the laws of the Church before he even made love to
her. Would his father force him to marry someone else? No
doubt he would anyway. The Southerner was very good looking,
but seemed more concerned about wealth and war. Seeing flaws
in Mirtha made her comfortable for she had flaws herself...

Now, Ione looked into Mirtha's eyes as she ran her hands over
his hips and firm arse as her tongue caressed his. They were
standing so close now, and all she wanted to do was touch the
well muscled areas of his body, to explore, and to please him.
Ione felt herself becoming wet...her slender body ready for
him. This time they had no need to rush, but rather take their
time and learn what pleased the other. She moaned softly, but
when he spoke, Ione pulled a bit away to look at him...

Mirtha
 
"How?" "I drink to forget... I drink to keep myself
walking alive. There is nothing to live for than to
drink, Ione. I have nobody.... I have nowhere to go....
and I have no future before me. I drink because I don't
know what else I could be doing."


'Than...we...can be...lonely together,' The young woman moved
her hands to his back, her slender fingers kneading at his
skin through his tunic. 'Being with someone...you are
attracted to makes life worth living. Like me caring for you
gives me something to care for...friends give one a reason to
live and care...' She moved one hand to the top of Mirtha's
wet tunic and began to unlace it slowly letting her fingers
touch his skin as she did so. You could be caring for me, and
live here with me...you and I have so much to live for... Ione
felt his hands at her waist, then felt them move up to her
cheek as a smile appeared on his rugged face. His kiss
followed, and Ione returned it with a passion she never
thought she had. It felt diffrent.

Mirtha
 
"You.... You are not?" "Ione.... I am not perfect, never
had anybody close. I am alone... always has. I am sorry
for what I have done... but I really feel attracted to
you. I want to feel you closer..."


"I am...not perfect...either, Mirtha, and I am alone like you.
When I first met you, I felt attracted to you, but I was not
sure at the time if you'd ever felt the same...now I know," A
soft blush came to her cheeks as the tunic came fully unlaced
and hung loosly about Mirtha's shoulders exposing the upper
part of his chest. Moving closer to him, Ione leaned down and
placed kisses on his shoulders letting her fingers move
lightly over the areas she had kissed. Tilting her head to one
side, she allowed him access to her neck. "No, I am not afraid
any more..." As they kissed each others slightly exposed
shoulders and neck, Ione moaned softly letting her long hair
cascade to the side. 'We have...all day...Mirtha...what would
your pleasure be?'
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 11:42 am
Saoirse


He didn't look like the kind of man that sat on store-room
floors with the likes of her. He didn't look like the kind of
man that really cared what other people were going through
unless it invovled him directly. He hardly looked like the
kind of man who belonged in this age at all - too... proper.
Too right. Too ... Roman?

Saoirse lowered her blue eyes and brushed the back of her
wrist against the redness that seemed to burn though the tears
had slowed to a trickle at this stage. Lucius slumped down
onto the ground beside her but not shoulder to shoulder - she
would have harumphed at such closeness right now. Instead she
felt her cheek twitch, her head turned to the side to look at
him quizzically. Her nose was close to wrinkling in surprise
at the companionable way he sat next to her. What was his
game?

Lucius
 
"I can always go back and tel them that I did not find
you. Are you alright?"


Them?

Who was them?

Saoirse felt her heart begin to hammer at her ribs - the
thoughts of going back out there to face Dagonet, to face his
intense sadness and know that she contributed to it in even
the smallest of ways by taking his daughter from him... the
red head was not too sure she could handle it right now. But
there was also a sense of urgency in her knowing that 'they'
had been looking for her.

She let out a hoarse, unamused laugh when asked if she was ok.
She shook her head, wiping the back of her wrist against the
teardrop that sat on the tip of her nose this time before
looking cynically at Lucius next to her.

"Do I bloody look ok?" she murmured before shaking her head
and then letting it bounce off the wall behind her. She looked
worn down. Miserable. She looked like she had just lost a
family member.

"I'm ever so slowly fallin' apart at the seams." she whispered
tiredly, looking without seeing at the ceiling above her, a
droop to her eyelids that shouted for a need to sleep and a
necessity to forget the world for a good solid eight hours.
Sniffing, the Irish woman brushed hair back from her face and
then narrowed her blue eyes looking at Lucius again.

"Whose it tha's lookin' fer me anyways? If it's someone who'd
be in need of healin' they can shove a bandage up their arse
fer all I care righ' now. Or is it tha' battleaxe of-a-matron,
Lavinia? It's not .. " a surge of panic moved her limbs before
she thought about it. Saoirse threw a sharp, intense look at
Lucius now, fingers tight over her raised kneecaps in
readiness to spring to her feet with his answer - "It's not
Dagonet is it? He's ok isn' he? There's nothin' wrong?!" she
demanded in a voice tight with worry and dread, fresh tears
starting to trickle down her pale cheeks at the thoughts.









Galahad

Galahad suddenly didn't want to see anymore.

He felt... sick. He also, stupidly, felt a little responsible,
for what was playing out before his eyes. Alina struck the man
in the chest but she did not break away from him, and the man
smiled at her as if ... as if he was allowed smile at her.

There was something very warm about Alina from this angle...
The young Sarmatian couldn't quite place what it was, but she
looked different in someone else's arms. He didn't like it...
but he couldn't help think that it suited her, that vibrant
thrill that seemed to emanate from her.

Galahad turned his face aside, frowning. He couldn't decide
how he felt - feeling a bit numb inside as he was. He knew
there was hurt there, betrayal too but there was guilt along
with those feelings. There was a strange sense of
inevitability about what he saw and he didn't like it one bit.
Alina was his woman! And yet .. he looked towards her, letting
a groan past his lips when the older, bearded man dropped his
face to her jaw - and yet he didn't have the courage to step
forward and claim her as his out of the arms of another man.

Swallowing roughly, the young Knight hurried away from the
scene, stiff-backed, frowning, an intense light of troubled
humour in his eyes. He looked up and saw Gawain in the doorway
still so he made a bee-line for him, coming up to stand in
front of him looking like a drowned rat. He had forgot to pull
his hood up when he saw Alina so his hair was plastered to his
pale face, the onyx color made darker, if that was possible,
by the wet.

"Hey.." he murmured to the blonde Knight. He felt like his
tongue was thick, his voice distant, distracted. He wanted to
look over his shoulder but ... he couldn't. Not and see more
of what he did not want to see. He had yet to feel any kind of
anger over this. Just hurt, betrayal and guilt so far. "Hey -
who were you talking to just now? Where's Brianna?" Galahad
asked slowly, not realising that it was a sore topic but
putting both his own feet, and his horses for good measure, in
his clumsy mouth.









Mari

Mari thought it was funny really ... she tried to stand but
ended up slipping back onto her bottom with a thud and a
surprised squeek. Her eyes widened as she felt muck splatter
her smooth cheek. She sat there a moment staring in surprise
and then let out a small giggle. Twisting her body, she
attempted to turn onto her knees and stand up from there but
her hands slipped in the muck and she slid down precariously
tilted over the thick muddy puddle, her reflection warbling
back at her ominously.

Another squeeky giggle bubbled from her lips as she carefully
placed her elbow into the puddle and turned to sit on her
bottom again, her shoulders shaking with giggles,
uncontrollable at this stage, finding her situation to be
immensely funny, if becmoing a little uncomfortable due to
cold.

"Oh dear.." she whispered between quivering lips, looking at
her saturated, filthy knees and knowing that her face,
beautiful and innocent, was splattered with inordinate amounts
of muck. Clearing her throat, trying to get her giggles under
control, Mari looked around her and saw a man hugging the
shadows of a building.

"Oh!! Oh excuse me -- excuse me!" she tried again louder when
he initially ignored her. Her smile was beautiful, innocent
and pure as his head turned towrads her. She gave a hopeful
smile now, shrugging her shoulders as another giggle broke
free from her lips.

"Could you .. could you give me a hand please? I seem to be a
bit - giggle - stuck." Mari said, extending her hand in his
direction, wiggling her dirty, dainty fingers towards him
hopefully.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 12:03 pm
Brendyn


Tatiana
 
"Thank you for the compliment, Bren." "I know just how
you must feel. My brother, Pellenorr, was the same way
when he was sick"


Brendyn eyed her, the smile disappearing from his face. Now
she was comparing him to her brother? Dream boats and wishing
wells...is that what she was looking for? Gods! Any more time
here and he'd be emersed in total restlessness and tension.
Sure he had wanted to see Tatiana, but he was also a trained
soldier who needed to get some work done before he went nuts.
Right now, even latrine duty sounded like a hit. The smile
still did not return as the thought formed that perhaps he and
Tatiana were moving a bit faster than he would have liked. She
was pretty to be sure, and was sweet and innocent, but he had
to keep him mind on his duties...those that went along with
what he was. Not far off, he heard the evil nun....her voice
sounded like a grating machine...

Tatiana
 
"Brendyn? What are you thinking about? I'm very familiar
with that type of look as Pellenorr always wore it when
he was planning to pull a major prank or a joke on
someone." "He also used it when we had our tickle-fights
half of which, I would always wind up loosing."


The tension he had tried to suppress came subtly to the
surface when he replied recalling that she had paid someone
for information on his whereabouts, and now she wanted to know
what he was thinking? He knew better than to tell anyone, and
though it was not anything that had to do with a mission or
anything, Brendyn still had a thing about telling
anyone....especially those who acted like spies. He raised an
eyebrow at the copper haired woman and said, "Tatiana, I love
you as a friend, and for now, I'd love to keep it as such. Do
you understand? Your friendship means alot, and I love to have
you around, but I want to take all of this slowly." Brendyn
held her green eyes, but there was no longer a smile there,
but the look of a man trained for duty. He didn't trust her
from the moment when she had told him about the
information/coin transaction. What if he went on a secret
mission...he could not trust her enough to tell her. Tatiana
had a lot of work to do before he'd trust her again...

Why did you want to know what I am thinking, Tatiana? Hmm? Do
you think I'd come right out and tell you if you sweet talked
me a bit?
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 4:24 pm
Tristan


Ahh, there she was. Timing almost perfect, no talking or
intrusive walking up to him and trying to kiss him, just
standing there on the tavern steps with her hip cocked and her
hair almost artistically windblown and damp about her. With a
small half-smile that matched her own, Tristan pushed himself
up from the bench in a smooth, catlike motion, and crossed to
her in two long steps.

"Here." The word was barely a grunt, as he laid his hand on
the back of her shoulder, not in any pretense of affection,
just guiding her the way he wanted her to go- but it was not
an unkind hand, not at all. He stayed just beside her, leading
without getting ahead of her, as they crossed the courtyard,
walked down the street- he caught a glimpse of Galahad and
Gawain up ahead, but paid them no mind- and entered the
knights' quarters. In other seasons, in better weather,
Tristan was quite fond of taking a woman outdoors, when he had
the opportunity- but on a day like today, inside it was, of
course. Damned rainy weather on this island.

Once at the door of his room, Tristan opened it for her and
ushered her inside with a small gesture, his mouth once more
just turning up in a hint of a smile. Once she was inside and
the door shut with a click, he turned his back on her, fished
in his pouch, and came up with the necessary coins, which he
set on the table in plain sight- not being intrusive about
them yet, not making her take them, but just showing her that
they were there to be taken. He always liked to be very, very
up front about the business end of things- and he was
generous, too. The coins he set out were a little more than
was normally asked for- just a little more, enough to make a
difference.

And then that part was done, and it was on to more enjoyable
things. Tristan's half-smile deepened into a smirk as he
turned around to see what the woman was doing. She had her
back to him as well, and was peering at the small knife sheath
he had lying on the chest of drawers. It was broken, and he
had been meaning to fix it, but it was also a fine piece of
work, inlaid with a scrolly design that a woman might very
well find beautiful. She was not, Tristan noted happily,
touching and pawing at it, but just looking, her arms clasped
neatly behind her back.

"C'mere." Tristan crossed over to her in a step and pulled her
against him, back to his front, and lowered his lips to her
neck. He took a deep, lung-filling breath of her scent- she
used some kind of flowery perfume- and felt himself beginning
to harden to the sheer femininity of it, the pleasure it
promised.

"Your name?" he asked idly into the soft skin of her neck as
he pulled her firmer against him and his hands came up to her
laces, loosening them in a businesslike fashion.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 4:53 pm
Catherine


Smiling didn't seem to be his most natural emotion from
Catherine's perspective, but she did find it rather amusing.
For someone who appeared so serious when he smiled she could
imagine him getting up to all kinds of mischief! Her answering
smile had the potential for laughter there but the whore
resisted, just smiling, just enjoying the change in him by her
mere presence and the promise of her body.

The scout stood rather unpredictably quick and stepped towards
her, a hand to her shoulder.

Tristan
 
"Here."


Catherine looked over her shoulder to meet his dark eyes
before setting forward. It was at this stage of a new liason
that she started to worry about the money side of things - how
she would go about ensuring she got what her mother expected
her to get from such a situation, ensuring that the asking and
receiving of money did not affect the mood between them. The
last thing she ever wanted was to affect a man's libido by
reminding him that he was paying for her company and not
receiving it out of the goodness of her heart.

They came to his room and Catherine smiled as she stepped in
ahead of him. The place was ... neat. It was not densely
packed with the possessions of a man away from home since he
was a child - just a few shelves here and there, a chest of
drawers which she made her way towards slowly.
This was part of the act that most men never realised was an
act.

This was his time to peruse what he was buying.
Catherine let her hood drop down to her shoulders and she
neatly folded her hands behind her back, walking slowly around
the room, casting the odd glance over her shoulder towards the
man.

Until he started to take out money.

A flush of red immediately colored Catherine's cheeks and she
turned her head quickly, shutting her green eyes and bowing
her head a fraction. The money moments made her nervous, they
made her feel... wrong, cheap - they made her feel like a
whore. Licking her bottom lip, Catherine composed herself
slowly, looking at the sheath in front of her without really
seeing it. It was only when she started to take note of the
decoration that Tristan came up behind her. She knew he was
coming up behind her and readied herself for .. something.
This male was rather unpredictable...

Tristan
 
"C'mere. Your name?"


Catherine's breath left her lips in a rush as he pulled her
against his body. She shut her eyes when his face dipped to
her neck suddenly. She could feel the solid presence of his
torso behind her, the promising warmth of his body and the
strength of his arms around her. His hands lifted to her laces
casually and Catherine submitted, rolling her head to one side
as he nuzzled at her neck. His beard, which she had earlier
thought of as 'wiry' was, in fact, quite soft - though there
was a distinct difference between the soft beard and his
incredibly soft lips.

The blonde sighed, reaching one hand up to his arm, sliding
her slender digits against the back of his wrist and down
again, pushing the sleeve of his tunic up a fraction.

Her other hand reached downwards, laying flat against his hard
thigh.

Her lips parted to speak her name but a pleased, shaky sigh
escaped first.

"Catherine." she whispered sweetly, arching her body forward
against his hand at her laces, her head leaning backwards onto
his shoulder, her entire body trusted to his safe-keeping. Or
not. Depending on his mood, needs and wants. It was the price
Catherine paid for delivering that which pleased men. Her
eyelashes fluttered gently against her cheeks and she smiled,
a light and distant smile, green eyes focussing on his face,
her head tilted backwards and to the side so that her breath
was warm against his cheek.

She had a mind to say more but looking into his dark eyes she
knew that no, he didn't want a conversation with her, he
didn't want to talk to her about what she wanted, what she
liked, what she dreamed... Tristan enjoyed silence.

A smirk lifted her lips and her face turned away from him, her
chin tucking to her neck as she looked down at the creamy
swell of her bosom criss-crossed by the ties of her damp cloak
and the loosening laces of her bodice. Catherine smiled,
spreading her finges apart and sliding them between Tristan's
fingers, gently coaxing them up her chest until the tip of his
middle finger was within reach of her lips. The blonde blew a
breath of warm air against his fingertip and parted her lips
slightly, making his fingertip trail along her bottom lip. At
the last second she flicked her tongue against the soft pad of
his fingertip, smiling broadly but keeping her head bowed.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 4:57 pm
Vanora


Having poured his wine, and asked him a question, Vanora cast
a warning glance briefly over the the table containing the 8
children, then her eyes moved to where Linnette had vanished a
few minutes agao. She had to let her know that she was there
for her if she needed anything. Linnette would do the same,
Vanora felt, if the tables were turned. So far, the only reply
she had gotten for her question was a pair of hard green eyes
which also glanced from her to where Linnette had disappeared
while stuffing some meat into his mouth. Drake lowered his
eyes as he spoke...

Drake
 
"Nothing. She's fine. Mourning."


Their eyes didn't meet, though that really didn't bother
Vanora much, but what he had said was a short honest answer,
which she liked sometimes better than the long drawn out
sermons some got on to. She turned behind her to clear off
some mugs from the table behind her, then turned back to the
man who was eating as though he hadn't had anything in ages to
eat. As he took another good bite of meat, bread and washed it
down with the wine as he slid two coins toward her...

Drake
 
"Thank you."


...Vanora raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "No Drake.
Keep the coins. Breakfast is on the house this morning." She
shoved the coins back toward him, meaning what she said. After
all of the lousy things that had happened first with Adian's
loss of Thorn, then Mirtha and Linnette's loss of Gedeon,
Vanora felt that someone had to do something to make someones
day better. She made it a point later to go and visit Dagonet
and see how he was fairing. Bors would be there no doubt. She
turned her eyes to Drake and said, "You are welcome." Vanora
waited to see if Drake needed anything else before leaving to
talk to Linnette...
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 6:35 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Tatiana, I love you as a friend, and for now, I'd love
to keep it as such. Do you understand? Your friendship
means alot, and I love to have you around, but I want to
take all of this slowly."


"Yes, Brendyn. I understand, I understand completely." Tati
replied, feeling like she'd just been hit mentally with a
bucket full of ice-cold water, and was just coming around
after shaking off all of the cold water.

Her hazel eyes, however, lost all their shine and playfulness,
becoming a dull, almost muddy green color once she saw him
lose his smile.

"Sure we can be friends as I like being with you, too."
She said breaking eye-contact with him to play with a bit of
the blanket on his cot with her fingers.

I guess being friends with you is better than not being with
you at all.
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Author: linnet
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 7:53 pm
Mother Lavinia


It was the noon hour, feeding time, so Lavinia’s next stop
after leaving Bors and Dagonet was the modest infirmary
kitchen. She never prepared the food herself, but quite
enjoyed tasting the fare (for quality assurance only, of
course), and supervising the dishing up and delivery system.
Food supplies were not always abundant, especially now, but
the head nun always made sure that enough was prepared to feed
every patient twice a day. This quite often presented a
problem for Lavinia. Two small but nourishing meals were more
than what some of the fort’s residents could afford. So
perfectly healthy people would fake illness, and the actual
sick would refuse to admit they were recovered, just to be
fed. Lavinia thoroughly disapproved of such trickery, and made
it one of her top priorities to ferret out and expel the
malingerers.

Today’s noon fare was a decent tasting broth containing
vegetables and even some chicken. One freshly baked crusty
bread roll made up the rest of each meal. Lavinia stirred the
broth and lifted the spoon to her lips. She ordered the cook
to add more herbs. Then she grabbed two of the warm rolls. One
she stuffed into her mouth, the other into a pocket for later.
Her supervision no longer needed in the kitchen, she headed
back toward her little office, her sharp old eyes taking in
all the activity in the open ward.

The head nun stopped when she saw that Evana was still with
‘that’ soldier. And now there was a young lady sitting next to
him, looking rather distraught. Lavinia decided to
investigate. There just might be some malingering going on
right here. She wouldn’t put it past the sharp mouthed young
man. “Thank you, Evana. You can go now,” she said. “I’ll take
care of things here.” She eyed the soldier suspiciously. Just
a bandage on his arm that she could see. “So, what is it
that’s keeping you here?” she asked him. Best to get rid of
him now before the food was served. While she waited, drumming
her fingers over her crossed arms, she turned her attention to
the pretty girl. “Exactly what is your relationship to this
man, young lady?” Lavinia’s stern expression and authoritative
posture loomed over them both.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 8:54 pm
Brendyn


Tatiana
 
"Yes, Brendyn. I understand, I understand completely."
"Sure we can be friends as I like being with you, too."


Okay perhaps that was too harsh, and he could have worded it a
bit better than he had, but he realized that he had forgotten
to tell her that they had their whole lives, and that there
was no need to rush. Good things came with time, and he wanted
her to have a good life. Brendyn was just not ready to fling
himself into a relationship so fast..."I am sorry I came on so
harsh sounding, but we have a lot of time to work on what we
have. Starting out as friends is a great way to begin..." He
reached up to brush away what looked like a tear forming in
her green eyes, and lifted her face to look at him. "I don't
want you to totally leave my life, I just think we should move
slowly and enjoy what we have now.'' Brendyn still felt
restless and tense, and realized that the painkillers were
slowly wearing off causing a bit of discomfort. He'd live
though as the pain was not as bad as it had been...

Brendyn was about to say more, when he turned his head over
toward the sound of footsteps approaching. It was the
"commander in nun's clothing". His eyes flickered to Evana
then Tatiana then back to where she stood finally. With a
sigh, he recalled how he had treated her...a Sister of the
church. If she had been nicer, then he would have been more
courtious...Brendyn felt he needed to ask for her forgiveness,
and if she was any kind of nun, she'd grant it and ask for
forgivness for her own actions...

Mother Lavinia
 
“I’ll take care of things here.” “So, what is it that’s
keeping you here?”


The drumming of her fingers irritated him even if they were
drumming on her folded arms, but he kept his cool. Looking up
at her, Brendyn said, "I had to have a stab wound under my
left arm lanced and drained, then cleaned and restitched.
Evana gave me an herbal painkiller to aid in the healing and
told me to rest until it wore off." He eyes her back
unwaveringly as he finished, "The wound on the lower part of
my arm was not bad, but the other needed treatment." The
bandage made him itch as it wrapped around his upper body
under both arms and held the pultice in place as the wound had
continued to drain.

It still hurt a lot, but he felt well enough to get back on
the job, and start earning his keep. Brendyn grabbed his cut
up tunic that Evana had had to cut away from the wound to even
lean it, and turned to place his feet on the floor before
slowly standing up....and it felt so good to stand again
without feeling sick. He was about to ask the nun a question,
when she addressed Tatiana....

Mother Lavinia
 
“Exactly what is your relationship to this man, young
lady?”


....He grabbed his red cloak and placed it about his shoulders
gently so as not to irritate the wounds again. He waited to
see what Tatiana would say, but before Brendyn could leave, he
had to ask this nun something that had bothered him. Brendyn
formed a prayer asking for God to guide him in this asking of
forgiveness, then he looked up at the stern looking woman and
said, "Sister, before I leave here to go back to my duties for
the day, I'd like to ask for forgiveness for the way I spoke
earlier. Will you forgive me?" He did not let this nun's stern
glance bother him, and he stood his ground with all of the
respect this nun deserved...both nun's for that matter.

The soldier hoped that she'd accept. Her job was stressful
enough without some young insolent soldier yelling his beefy
head off. Brendyn stood in front of both women, and waited to
hear their responses before he'd leave...
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu May 22, 2008 10:02 pm
Alina


Kolya
 
"You are not every woman now, are you? And don't tell me
that my kiss does not make you feel good Alina. It may
not make you feel better but that is just the effects of
your guilty conscience no doubt. Come with me to the
stables..."


Alina remained physically unresponsive as his nose drew a line
from her chin to her jaw, which he gently nipped with his
teeth. Her struggling surrendered to defeat, but her posture
remained stiff in his embrace. His touch was shamefully
familiar - Alina neither recoiled nor succumbed. There was a
passionate fire in her eyes, but it did not burn with an
intimate warmth. Her features were neutral, hard even,
painting her face with such beautiful defiance. She lifted her
chin in order to meet him eye-to-eye.

"Do not presume to tell me what I feel, Kolya, for you do not
even know how to," Alina said.

What little compassion she had seen of him all seemed so
circumstantial when she looked back now. Had any real truth
ever come from Kolya, or had he simply manipulated her into
thinking there was actually more to him than just an explicit
sex fiend? The woman looked away, her eyes closing and face
dropping as she slowly shook her head to herself.

"What do you even care about? she wondered quietly, shrewd
brown eyes suddenly searching his for a glint of truth.









Cáel

Romanus
 
"Wow! That's a damn pretty ring ... Can I try it on good
sir? It looks a nice thick band... thick enough for a
man would you think?"


A crooked smile spread across the Goth's lips as he watched
Romanus' eyes widen in bright astonishment over the ring. The
boy was absolute putty in Cáel's hands! If mere children like
Romanus were the kind of men Rome was sending in to fight its
battles, then the Empire had Cáel's sincerest sympathy.

"Allow me, sir," the Goth offered warmly, taking the ring from
its resting place atop the cloth and slipping it onto Romanus'
left middle finger.

Cáel had allowed his touch to linger longer than necessary,
marveling over how dainty the other man's hand was - certainly
not the calloused atrocity he had expected a soldier to
possess. He pulled back in one fluid, natural movement, his
mouth carving an easy smile, when Romanus lifted his excited
gaze again to meet his. How dare the young man be so
offensively precious!

"The ring is yours, free of charge, of course. Seek me again
one day. I'm certain I'll have something for you that you'll
not be liable to forget," Cáel said, his implication mildly
suggestive, but only to him. He folded his hands comfortably
behind his back, and cast an innocent, curious gaze toward the
gate, before flashing Romanus a sincere grin. "That is...if
such an upstanding gentleman as yourself would be so kind as
to grant me passage inside."
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Fri May 23, 2008 1:48 am

Lucius


Lucius made sure to stay away from Saoirse because... well,
she was a woman. He was a man. They were not married and did
not know each other. It would have been wrong to come too
close. It was not easy to keep the distance in the tiny room
though. When he sat down he did not expect any reaction from
the sad woman next to him and he was not playing games. He
never did - or did he? He wanted to offer any comfort for
Saoirse and so he lifted his hand to take her hand but he
stopped mid way and pulled back. The risk that she would take
the offer from a stranger wrong was too high. So he just sat
there with her and gave her the time she needed to answer and
recover from her crying. And if it would take the rest of the
day it was ok for him. The man called Dagonet had enough
company out there so the woman was not needed there
immediatly, desperatly or urgently. Not if one looked at the
situation neutrally and just saw the facts themself. The
emotional and heart side of it all might look different
though.

The gaze he got for his question said it all. Lucius felt the
urge to get a little more space between them. For a brief
moment he wondered what it would be like if this woman
disliked someone. Not nice was the result of his mental
question. Of course he stayed were he was and did not move
away from her.

Saoirse
 
"Do I bloody look ok?"


"You look gorgeous" Lucius answered without hesitation,
remembering what Derfel told him about Saoirse when he tried
to explain how she looked like. A moment of silence followed
while the Roman just looked at her, his soft brown eyes taking
in what he really saw right now: sadness and exhaustion. Her
mouth was sharp and she did not look like a stupid little
girl, still beliebing in fairytales so Lucius decided that a
kind lie did not help here and corrected his answer after a
few seconds. "You look terrible" he admitted. It was clear
that he did not said that to be mean or offending but that it
was just a fact and an honest answer she deserved.

Saoirse
 
"Whose it tha's lookin' fer me anyways? If it's someone
who'd be in need of healin' they can shove a bandage up
their arse fer all I care righ' now. Or is it tha'
battleaxe of-a-matron, Lavinia? It's not .. It's not
Dagonet is it? He's ok isn' he? There's nothin' wrong?!"


He saw the slight panic attack coming when Saoirse stopped in
the middle of the sentence while he wondered if that one woman
he had asked for her had been this Lavinia. He did not come
far with an answer. He opened his mouth but instead of
explaining all he could do was to keep her from jumping to her
feet and running out of the little room in panic. Now he
grabbed her hand without thinking and held her in her place.
The tears were back.

"It is Dagonet but..." his grip tightened around her wrist to
make sure she would not run immediatly. "Nothing is wrong.
Derfel is with him and he is okay. I think he just..." Lucius
paused because he realised that he had no idea why they wanted
her to be with them. He did not even know what Saoirse had to
do with the inured knight. "Well, I think... you to be with
them."
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