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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:22 PM Post #256 |
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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.
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.
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.
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:22 PM Post #257 |
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Author: Kay Date: Thu May 22, 2008 8:48 am Guinevere
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:24 PM Post #258 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Thu May 22, 2008 9:26 am Mona and Connell
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:27 PM Post #259 |
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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.
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
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
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.
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.
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:29 PM Post #260 |
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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...
'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.
"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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:31 PM Post #261 |
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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?
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:33 PM Post #262 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu May 22, 2008 12:03 pm Brendyn
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...
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:34 PM Post #263 |
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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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:36 PM Post #264 |
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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.
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...
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:37 PM Post #265 |
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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...
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...
...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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:38 PM Post #266 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Thu May 22, 2008 6:35 pm Tatiana
"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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:39 PM Post #267 |
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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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:40 PM Post #268 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu May 22, 2008 8:54 pm Brendyn
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...
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....
....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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:42 PM Post #269 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Thu May 22, 2008 10:02 pm Alina
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
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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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:45 PM Post #270 |
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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.
"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.
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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