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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 02:47 PM Post #271 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri May 23, 2008 7:05 am Tristan
"Hmmm." Tristan acknowledged that with a low hum against her soft skin. Her name didn't really matter that much to him- not for itself- but he felt at a disadvantage when she knew his name and he did not know hers. Now, if neither had known the other's name, that would have been all right- but not if it was one-sided. In a case like this, Tristan felt better if he evened the score. The blonde woman- or Catherine, as he could now think of her, but the name still seemed secondary to him- had slid his hands upward and now touched her tongue lightly and quickly to his fingertip, sending a new jolt of arousal down to his groin. He could feel, if not quite see, the mischievous smile on her face when she did that- she liked to tease, this one. Well, Tristan didn't- or maybe he did, but not now. He growled in response to that light, wet touch of her tongue and pulled her hard against him again, his hands sliding down to her thighs to hold her so that he could grind his hips against her backside, feel the womanly shape of her through their clothes. She was round and soft where he was angular and hard, she smelled like a woman, and he wanted her now. Raising his hands again, he tugged her laces the rest of the way open, spilling her warm, heavy round breasts into his hands. He squeezed at them roughly, felt the nipples stand up in his palms, and then he was turning her around and taking a step sideways, then backwards, so that her back came up against the shut door. "Mmmm..." he gave a soft, inarticulate growl again as he put his hands on her- squeezing her breasts again, then moving down to span her waist, then down and around to squeeze her bottom- all firm, sure movements meant to arouse him, not her. He bent his head to get her scent again- what flower was that? He couldn't identify it for certain- nipped lightly at the top of one breast, and began to ruck up her skirt. Once it was up past her knees, he slid one hand under and touched his fingers to her womanhood without any further preamble- he wanted to see if she was wet for him yet, because he was more than ready for her. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:11 PM Post #272 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Fri May 23, 2008 8:39 am Arthur Arthur had no need to glance back over his shoulder to know Lancelot had moved protectively closer…the Roman felt the other man’s presence. Always. And despite his prideful head denying it, his heart was glad of it.
During the brief banter between Lancelot and the Woad, Arthur’s gaze shifted to his longtime friend Malcus who seemed even more surprised by her request than Arthur had been.
Arthur discreetly held up his hand silently indicating to Malcus that the Captain need not push on his behalf. The Commander was a patient man and had noted the girl’s startled reaction to his question…..Arthur was treating the enemy with compassion in an effort to disarm her. Strategy on his part? Perhaps. Effective? So it would seem as the girl appeared to at last drop her guard as she briefly lowered her gaze to the floor before answering.
“Neeria,” Arthur gave a small courteous nod at her answer as he quietly repeated her name. Although he was showing the girl a little kindness, Arthur’s body language remained officious and slightly dominating as he stood towering over the petite Woad girl.
Arthur once again raised a hand to Lancelot’s protective and impatient words as he had Malcus’ moments ago. Although focused on Neeria’s wavering expression, Arthur had not missed Lancelot’s possessive tone. Had their relationship changed at all? Had Arthur not made himself clear on that subject? No matter…he’d deal with Lancelot later….for now, the Roman’s focus was on this girl and Merlin.
Threw her away? Hardly. Arthur frowned as Neeria finally spoke of Tristan’s kindness to her while she was under guard in the stocks. He did not doubt that Tristan had followed his orders by seeing to the captive. But the girl then humanized it all by mentioning a lost love….and Arthur felt the muscles in his stomach tighten….his fingers flexed over the sleeve of his tunic as he allowed her to continue.
Arthur had already made the decision to send Tristan, but before he could answer Malcus apparently could no longer hold his tongue.
Arthur offered his friend and Captain a gentle and accepting smile. He understood Malcus’ behavior and had always been grateful for the man’s unflinching loyalty and companionship since boyhood. And of course Arthur trusted Malcus to do what was required now without question. “Of course, Malcus. And I will want to know every detail upon your return,” Arthur took a step closer to his Captain and briefly grasped the man on the shoulder in gratitude. And then he returned his attentions on Neeria…again standing close enough to tower over the girl and appear much stronger than he actually felt. The stitches tugged at Arthur’s flesh as he moved and he had to work hard to hide his discomfort….his hand once again covered his wound as he began to address Neeria…. “I will send Tristan,” Arthur said levelly and with a quick nod to Malcus in confirmation of the order. Tristan had not been injured that the Commander could recall and the scout would have had a night’s rest since returning from the Saxon mission. Thus Arthur had no hesitation in sending the scout out again. “I do offer my apologies for your uncomfortable night, Neeria. But might I remind you that only yesterday it had been your blade at my throat,” Arthur’s lips curved upwards into a wry smile as he continued to make his point. “Thus you could hardly expect me to have provided you with more luxurious accommodations, lady,” He finished with a hint of scorn in his tone yet offered only a pleasant expression at his ‘attacker’ before him. Certainly, this Woad warrior was brave and had fought with wild abandonment during the attack yesterday….but now…all that Arthur saw before him was a frightened young girl. He breathed deeply through his nose and then looked to Malcus again. “Prepare her and I will send Optio Scipio to meet you in the courtyard presently, Malcus,” Arthur instructed with a cool indifference to Neeria. He did not want to show any outward indication of weakness or compassion lest the girl use it against the Commander….he needed the girl to uphold her end of the bargain. “Neeria, you will go with my two officers…lead them to Merlin and they will release you….I give you my word on this,” Arthur once again spoke to the girl and offered a genuine smile in parting. “Malcus, God speed my friend,” Arthur said in dismissal….but not without a look of concern for his friend and a silent indication to be cautious and to watch over Scipio as well. Arthur had not had the chance to discuss his impressions on the new Optio in depth with Malcus since his arrival….but Malcus knew Arthur well and would know his reservations about an unknown soldier…even one as high ranking as Scipio. This was an important errand…..and thus why Arthur was sending Malcus in his stead even though it would be Scipio to actually negotiate with Merlin. Arthur kept his back to Lancelot as he awaited Malcus’ exit with the girl. He expected Scipio’s return at any moment….but the Commander wanted a quick private word with his lieutenant before sending Lancelot to rest as well. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:12 PM Post #273 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Fri May 23, 2008 12:41 pm Bors Bors knew what to expect, but still it hurt like hell, even with the familiar numbing of the senses which came with the drink. He kept his eyes closed as the woman worked, partly so that he couldn't see and anticipate what she was doing, and partly so that Dagonet would not see the pain there. The tall man had enough pain to cope with without feeling the need to take care of him too.
At last the pain eased slightly, but still the phantom of it swum in his head, the sensation of knives invading beneath his flesh making Bors taste bile in his mouth. He kept his eyes closed, and kept as tight grip on the bed, unsure as to whether he would ever be able to let go. As the healer finally left him alone he could feel Dagonet's eyes on him, but was as yet unable to open his own. Gradually though the pain subsided to a dull throb, and he eased his lids apart, tilting his head to the side slowly so as not to disturb the drums which beat in his temples. "Dag," he croaked, squinting at his friend, who looked as though he was miles away deep in thought. "Dag - d'ya fink it'd be easier if we jus' gave up an' died too?" He wasn't often given to such dire, dreary thoughts, but there really didn't seem much to be thankful or happy about right now. Yes, most people would have tried to cheer Dagonet up, to drag him out of the pit of despair he had dug himself, but that wasn't Bors. Bors was honest to the point of brutality, always had been, always would be. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:13 PM Post #274 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Fri May 23, 2008 1:21 pm Dagonet Dagonet allowed himself some rest... Some peace of mind and heart. Just closed his eyes and breathed steadly, his hand over his head. He thought of nothing and minded nothing... when a familiar voice sounded nearby.
He turned his head to the side oppening his eyes and looked at his friend, seemingly still dazed by the drink and pain. But was looking straight into his eyes. His voice was hoarse, but still strong, also a little more calmer than few moments before. Dagonet was looking at him without any expression on his face, wondering what his friend was going to say now.
The question made Dagonet almost smile at his friend. Would it be easier? Yhea... it would be. He would feel no more pain... no more sadness. It would be better for them to die. Dagonet wanted to die when Arthur told him about Gedeon. He fell into the pit of sorrow and could not climb out of it. He looked away from Bors and closed his eyes slowly... "Yhea..." he said in his low silent, steady voice. "It would. Why do we keep going, Bors?" Maybe Bors was the one with answer for that question... He will not be trying to drag Dagonet out of his sorrow, just show him the brutal reality. Maybe this would help better than sweetness from others... He looked at his friend with a question in his eyes and awaited his answer. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:14 PM Post #275 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Fri May 23, 2008 2:11 pm Tatiana
Letting out a hiccupping breath, her green eyes shiny, looking like just polished emeralds with unshed tears, she felt his fingers first brush away the one that had escaped her control, then reach under her chin to lift her face up to meet his. "You're forgiven, Bren." Tatiana replied to him with a soft sigh. "You're right, though, slow and steady is a good speed to move at and friendship is a good way for us to start then move slowly into other levels of our relationship. I agree that we shouldn't rush headlong into things, either, they'll be that much sweeter when we do get there. I don't want to totally leave your life, nor do I want you to totally leave mine, either ." She replied a wobbly smile appearing on her face in reply to her words to him.
Tatiana got up off of the cot and standing her ground mentally, turned to face the old lady as Lavina reminded the stable girl of her mean old neighbor in the village before she left and no amount of politeness on Tati's part ever worked well with her. Since she'd just met the old nun, however, Tatiana decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and be polite with her as she didn't know when and or if Bren would be back in here again and wanted to be able to visit him then too. Besides, she'd been taught that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. "He's my best friend, Ma'am." Tatiana replied polietly to her as she took a page out of Brendyn's book and met the old nun's eyes without flinching. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:15 PM Post #276 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Fri May 23, 2008 3:54 pm Drake
Drake was suspicious at this. No one got nothing for nothing in this day and age. Things were too close to the bone right now for such acts of generosity... His green eyes narrowed up at the woman but he did not argue, discreetly pulling the coins back towards him. He left them sitting on the edge of the table as he settled back into his food, nodding his head as Vanora left him to his musings. For some reason, the food didn't taste as good as it had a moment before because he couldn't focus on the food itself, his mind wondering why it would be free. Shrugging, Drake took a good draught of wine, eating slower now that the initial pang was slaked. A soldier came into the tavern and went to sit down opposite Drake. The older man shook his head, frowning, and the soldier kept on on his way. He was not in the mood for company right ow. He had alot on his mind. Like Jerusalem. Like another man's child. Another man's wife. Except... was it still that way now that said other man was dead? |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:17 PM Post #277 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Fri May 23, 2008 7:36 pm Neeria and Malcus Barbattus
The woman looked back up at Arthur when he spoke her name just as he nodded his head. It was the first time someone other than a fellow woad had spoken it. Arthur's crisp accent sounded different to the woad's ear. It was twinged with his Roman half. His dark, evil half. Neeria shifted her weight again, uncomfortably. She hadn't meant to mention Mikel but it slipped. It was the real reason Neeria felt something for the scout but she should not have said anything. It was a sign of weakness and she was not weak. The small woman scanned the room again, looking over the men standing with her; two Romans and a Sarmatian. She should have been afraid of them, but she wasn't. They wanted something from her that she wouldn't give. She would never give Merlin up. Never. After the outburst from the Roman they called, 'captain', Arthur refocused on Neeria once again and once again, Neeria paled in the shadow of his height and power. His unyielding gaze seemed to be searching her soul.
Neeria sucked a breath and her eyes widened momentarily, grateful for his decision.
The woad's mouth opened but for a moment no words came. Neeria had never been called a lady. Was he mocking her? Her dark eyes flashed and she leveled a stare at him, pursing her lips. But as she took in his expression, she realized with amazement that the man was not making fun of her at all. "You may consider us to be savages, Roman, but I assure you that I am just a loyal warrior fighting a battle, much like your dark friend, there," she said, sneaking a peek at the First Knight who was fuming but controlling himself. "You have lived to see another day and so have I. We are even....Arthur," and as much as her pride would let her, Neeria bowed her head, crossed a foot behind her and slightly bent a knee. But one could hardly call it a curtsie.
Arthur smiled at her. Neeria sought his emerald eyes once again for mockery, but there was none. She did not smile at him, but she lowered her head again. "Let's go," Malcus said to her. Lifting her head but not looking back at Arthur, Neeria turned to Malcus and walked over to him. When she walked past Lancelot, she gave him a wink. "Next time, Sarmatian," she said. Malcus placed a hand on her small shoulder and led her to the door. As they walked out, Malcus turned around and looked at Arthur. "Thank you, my friend. Be well." Then he saluted the commander and led the girl to the storage facility. On the way there, Malcus grabbed a page boy, the same one as before, by the scruff of his neck and yanked him to his feet. "Go find Tristan for me. Tell him Barbattus will meet him in the stables ready to ride out. Go!!" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:19 PM Post #278 |
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Author: linnet Date: Fri May 23, 2008 9:07 pm Gawain Gawain didn’t leave the shelter of the doorway when Catherine hurried away. He wondered about the laugh she had tried to hold back, finally without success, before she had gone. He couldn’t blame her for laughing at him. He was muddy and wet, his hair a stringy matted mess, his hands dirty from cleaning the weapons. She was so damn clean, he’d have felt like he needed a bath even if he had just been scrubbed pink. If she wasn’t laughing at his appearance, then it would have been his ignorance of the rest of the world, and his stupid willingness to share his ignorance. Still, better to have a woman laugh at him than to be afraid of him. Catherine had been an interesting diversion, and now he was running out of diversions. He could still ask about Dag at the infirmary. After that there wasn’t much he could find to do that wouldn’t put him back in his room, or somewhere in the company of people he’d been hoping to avoid. Then out of nowhere, one of those people was standing in the rain in front of him.
The blond knight didn’t even register what his friend was asking. Something was wrong. Galahad’s voice was strained, and there was no hint of the eager smile that Gawain knew so well. The younger man looked downcast, distracted. Gawain felt his chest tighten, as his first thought was that things were bad with Dagonet or with Arthur. He had assumed that if there was a crisis, someone would find him and tell him the news. Now a distraught Galahad had found him. Gawain grabbed the front of Galahad’s cloak, and pulled the soaked knight into the shelter of the doorway. “What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to get a clearer read of his friend’s troubled expression. “Is it Dag…or..?” The older knight couldn’t dare to even voice the possibility that the news was of Arthur. Mother Lavinia
“Hmph,” Lavinia snorted in acknowledgement. Now that the man was sitting up, she could see that he had more than just a wound to his lower arm. He slowly got to his feet and prepared to leave. Well, she’d give him credit for that at least. He may have been a disrespectful oaf, but he wasn’t a malingerer.
Lavinia eyed the young man suspiciously. This was quite an about face. Forgiveness was never one of her best subjects when she was a young woman learning to serve The Lord. Neither was grace. “Ach, it’s not my forgiveness that counts in the end,” she replied dismissively. “But your effort is duly noted.” That was as gracious an acceptance as the old nun could muster, and even that wasn’t easy.
“Best friends don’t usually make you cry,” Lavinia said. She had seen the residue of tears on the pretty girl’s face, as well as how intimate the couple had appeared as they conversed. “Let me have a word with you, Miss, before you go.” She moved just far enough away from the soldier to be out of his hearing, and waited for the girl to follow her. Meddling hadn’t been offered as a subject in her training, but if it had been, Lavinia would have done well. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:21 PM Post #279 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Fri May 23, 2008 10:21 pm Ash
She wasn't looking at him...was she? Ash still hugged the shadows even as he paused to woefully eye up the muddy rug-rat wiggling her dainty fingers in his direction. He grimaced, glancing this way and that, hoping to spot another person nearby, someone other than him whom the girl was surely summoning. But, there was only he and her. Her cordial smile threw him off guard, her genuine warmth even from a distance quite perplexing. Ash stood stiffly from his crouched position, still lingering in the shadows pacing warily, studying her dubiously from afar. She was young - perhaps coming of age - and apparently a complete and total ignoramus. She beckoned to him a second time, accompanying her words with a doltish giggle. Was she laughing at him?! The Woad's brow frowned and hardened, his lip curling back into a snarl as a low growl escaped his chest. Coupled between distance and the rain, she wouldn't have noticed his defensiveness, nor his features as they slowly shifted to indifference. He would have left her there to drown in a heartbeat, would have trudged past her and spat upon her in the process, but something stopped him. His cover - it couldn't be blown, not yet, not while Eala was still out of his company. By breaking this facade, he was certain to draw suspicions and thus fail. There was only one thing he could do. Muttering unintelligible profanities in his native tongue, Ash reluctantly stormed over to Mari, peering down the length of his nose at her and huffing out a snort through his nostrils. Upon sight, she really was a disgusting and pathetic Roman wretch, but Ash was no fool - not for one second did he underestimate her. Romans were tricky, treacherous snakes not to be trusted. By God, the last thing Ash needed was to be violated with her filth - he did not want to be within two arms' length of her, did not want to touch her. He narrowed his dark eyes, cautiously extending his arm, although, instead of offering her his hand, he merely offered her a single finger in assistance. However, what Ash had not anticipated was just how absurdly clumsy the urchin was. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:22 PM Post #280 |
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Author: Kay Date: Sat May 24, 2008 12:54 am Guinevere
Guinevere stared in dismay as the healer hurried away and disappeared from view. And where was Ash? The whole plan was falling apart around them. Then she saw him, but what on earth was he doing, tugging some girl out of a puddle? Guinevere needed to ask him what he had discovered. "Come on" she hissed to Mona and seized the girl's arm, dragging her into the shadows of a nearby buidling. "We need to speak to Ash. When he has finished playing with the locals, we must attract his attention" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:25 PM Post #281 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat May 24, 2008 1:15 pm Vanora She eyed Drake one more time as the man ate, then decided it best to leave him alone and let him eat. Vanora walked back toward the kitchen with the dirty dishes, and left the door close behind her as she moved to the wash bin and deposited the dishes there, before heading off to where Linnette's office was. Vanora felt for the young woman and hoped that she would welcome the company...unless she had had too much attention already. Approaching the room, Vanora tapped on the door lightly, "Linnette, would you like some company?" At times like this, her motherly instincts kicked in, and Linnette and she had known each other for a long time. As a friend, Vanora wanted to be there for her if she wanted to talk.... Brendyn The soldier did not the suspiciousness in her eyes when he asked for forgiveness, but it was the Christian thing to do, and being a woman of the cloth, he was sure that she'd accept. It was not the answer he got though as she replied...
...Brendyn nodded at her response as he clasped the cloak about his shoulders. Brendyn made it a point of reminding himself that he'd need to replace his tunic, but he had no time right now...or did he? he could not go back on duty without a uniform tunic. The ache under his arm was dull, and the wound felt much better now that the infection had been cleaned out and the injury had been treated properly. He was eager to get back to work, and do the best job he could cleaning the latrines. Places like that held infections if not taken care of well, and he thought perhaps that there was some sort of disinfectant around with with to clean with. "Thank you, Sister." Brendyn slightly glanced at Tatiana, then looked outside at the rainy day. There had really been nothing to apologize to her for as he had just been flat out honest....and yet she had still cried. Could Tatiana not handle a bit of honesty?
Brendyn's eyes flickered to Tatiana then to the nun and back as the nun moved out of earshot of where he stood. Taking both sides of his red cloak, he pulled both sides in front of him until they met. This would keep the rain off, and keep him warm until he reached his destiny. Nodding to both Tatiana and the nun, Brendyn, said, "I have to report to duty now." With that, Brendyn left the infirmary, and made his way back to the latrines, feeling that his attitude had improved slightly more than it had been earlier that morning. Minutes later, the soldier entered the latrine area and placed part of his cloak over his mouth and nose. The smells made him want to vomite, though he held up as well as he could. That's what you get for pulling authority when it was not your place...Good thing Malcus did not find out and beat your bloody arse into the ground for such insolence.... Brendyn met up with the same fellow that had been in there earlier, and made ready to carry out his punishment. The servant showed Brendyn where the outfits were for cleaning the area. A pair of worn leathers and an old tunic, plus some old boots. Brendyn got out of his uniform, changed into the new outfit, and began his punishment despite the horrid smells that almost made him want to gag.... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:26 PM Post #282 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat May 24, 2008 1:20 pm Linnette
Blinking and sniffling a bit to clear her nose again, Linnette looked up from her ledger at the soft tap on the door. The door was half open- she had partially shut it for some privacy, but the office was small enough that having the door all the way closed made it feel claustrophobically tiny- and Vanora was peeking around the edge of it, looking serious and concerned. Linnette sighed and sat back in her chair, slumping a little and letting her legs stretch out under the desk, as she made a small beckoning gesture, indicating that Vanora could come in if she wanted. "I'm just...just trying to sort some of this out..." With another tired sigh, Linnette gestured down at her ledger, lying open on the desk before her, and the handful of small parchment scraps that surrounded it. Someone- and she was grateful for it- had done some of her work for her by jotting down the quantities of supplies used in the past couple of days on these little slips. The spelling was makeshift, the penmanship untutored, but someone had done it- and it did save her the onerous task of going to the stores and counting everything again. All she had to do was enter the quantities in their proper places in the ledger...but that was going much more slowly than normal, because tears kept coming to her eyes, and she didn't want to take any chance of smudging her writing, so every time she felt a sniffle coming, she had to sit back or turn her face away. Vanora's knock had come at just such a moment. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:27 PM Post #283 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat May 24, 2008 7:15 pm Tatiana
Hearing Brendyn's boots leave the infirmary meant that Tatiana had lost her chance of letting him know that she'd see him later, if not then hopefully there's another time for her to be with him. "Yes, Ma'am?" You wanted to speak with me?" Tati asked after following polietly over to where Lavina stood. She would share with Brendyn whatever it was that the old nun would tell her, or not depending on if he didn't care. Then she'd just forget it. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:28 PM Post #284 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Sat May 24, 2008 7:16 pm Lancelot So the chit had had a husband. For a brief moment, Lancelot felt the ache that all people feel when one is lost in a futile cause...but then he caught a look at ... Neeria's face and realized she had been at Arthur's throat only the previous day.
A quirking eyebrow from Lancelot - he didn't interrupt the girl to contradict her - but she would learn in time. Lancelot was a warrior, yes, but loyality had nothing to do with it. It was forced servitude, and if she didn't know that, then she was as stupid as Merlin was. The only loyality Lancelot held was to himself and keeping his head attached to his neck - but then there was also the neck of the Roman man next to him. Lancelot licked his dry, cracked lips and listened to the directives given to Malcus by Arthur. He did not add anything; Malcus might be a Roman, but he was one of Arthur's old friends and seemed to know what he was doing. Lancelot didn't fear for his safety in the least...actually, he was glad the other man was going along, if only to keep watch on the nasty Optio. The fact that Arthur had agreed to send Tristan, however, was worrisome and strange. Strange that Arthur had agreed to an enemy's request, and strange that this girl had managed to forge some kind of bond with the enigmatic scout so quickly. Lancelot would have liked to have had a chance to speak to Tristan, but he'd have to hold his tongue until the men returned.
Lancelot's teeth flashed in his filthy face. He fingered the edge of the dagger that he kept in his vest. "Count on it, darling." The door shut behind the two of them, and yet Lancelot still stood as stiffly and as in control as he could manage...until he realized it was finally just himself and Arthur left alone in the room. Several thoughts warred at once in the Sarmatian's brain. To yell, or not to yell? He moved to slump into one of Arthur's leather chairs, and allowed his exhausted body to relax for the first time since waking. Arthur's borrowed tunic flopped around his body, the shoulders hanging askew as the Roman was much broader through the chest than Lancelot was. Crossing his legs pulled at Lancelot's leathers more, dragging them lower, so he sat up instead and peeked down the neck of the shirt once to see if his bandage was still in place. Of course Neeve had done her work well, although the thing still hurt somewhat. He then eyed the commander, who seemed peaked despite his bravado - Arthur was a master at subterfuge and facade when he needed to be - and let out a shakey breath. "I have the urge to shout at you, you know," he sighed. "And yet - I find I cannot right at this juncture. Count yourself lucky, Artos." The familial name flowed easily from Lancelot's mouth, although he hadn't called Arthur that but a handful of times. And those had been in better days. Strange that the boyhood name came so easily now, when their friendship was at its most rocky. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 23 2010, 04:29 PM Post #285 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat May 24, 2008 8:53 pm Vanora She saw that the door was slightly opened, and just cautiously peered around it to see of any indication that Linnette even wanted company, or just wanted to be left alone...though most Vanora had known in the past that had lost someone in their life...well it was not good to leave them alone in their grief. The red head saw the young woman sit back in the chair kind of slumped a tad, and gave a beckoning for Vanora to enter. Vanora stepped inside and shut the door slightly once again, this time to give them both privacy....
...The tavern matron did not care about the book for now even though they were important, what was important now was that Linnette talk, or try to rest. Vanora nodded, letting her fingers lightly run over the parchments on the desk, then took a chair in front of Linnette smiling slightly, "You have always done a good job of keeping the books, Linnette. I couldn't ask for a better book keeper..." She paused for a moment looking down at the ledger opened on the desk. Numbers and figures and food supplies all kept neatly in rows. It certainly made it easier for Vanora to make out when she needed to know how much food she had in store. Right now, Linnette needed to rest, though Vanora felt that it had to be hard to sleep with such a tragedy looming in one's mind. Vanora wondered if Linnette would care even that Thorn had died....had she even known the woman? 'Adian, the young carpenter...he has been kind enough to supply us with fresh meat since the last Woad raid the damaged the store houses...' Vanora's brown eyes rested on Linnette. 'That helped us out with meat for the soups and stews for a while, but then he disappeared...' She stopped, and looked down at the ledgers. 'I would like to pay him for his services, though I am not sure if he'd even take coins for his services...' The woman attempted to change the subject from the topic of Gedeon. Linnette looked very tired, signs of stifled weeping were appearent on her young face. Vanora felt it best just to come right out and say what was on her mind, "Linnette, we have been friends for a long time, and I want you to know that I am here for you if you should need anything...Bors as well. I cannot claim to know how you feel, but I am a great listener if you need to get everything off your chest..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Linnette. When one of her children was sad, Vanora always pulled them close to her offering a free shoulder to cry on... |
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