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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:16 AM Post #61 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Mon May 05, 2008 4:58 am Lucius Lucius saw the woman's smile but it was not convincing. Not a little bit. And it didnot help that she nodded too. And when she almost fell down in the bench the Roman just saw his own opinion confirmed. He would have stepped in to help her, of course, but the other man who accompanied her was faster.
Lucius raised an eyebrow and could not suppress a smile. The situation was not funny (at least it seemed so and why would someone visit a chapel at all?) but the blonde man's first try to answer did not lack unintentional humor. Wet. Yes, obviously. And it was obvious that this was not the only reason for the woman's kind of bad condition so Lucius waited patiently and indeed the stranger continued.
The small but amused smile vanished immediatly at the words. Stumbling over words was one thing (which Lucius hardly ever did because due to his trips and the business negotiations with his father he was used to play around with words) but losing someone was something completely different and NOT smusing thing. The man smiled but as the woman's attempt this one was not better or more successfull. When he offered a hand Lucius was quite surprised because he did not expect this gesture in a chapel but he was nonetheless pleased about it. He accepted the offered kindness.
Derfel. Not a familiar name for Lucius but he did not expected the man to be a Roman anyway. He nodded in return. "Lucius Cassius Aquila." It was not that he wanted to keep a distance between them or that he saw something higher and better in himself than the blonde man was. It was due to his education and past life that he always mentioned his full name although sometimes in other cultures it forced amused smiles on other people's lips. He followed Derfel's gaze and saw the candle the man looked at. Lucius could not fight the feeling that he was the one who interrupted something, not the other way round. "Take your time. I will leave you alone." To disturb most needed privacy was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to ask who they had lost but curiosity was a rude thing so he decided to leave them but hoped to meet the man again. With a last bow into the direction of the cross he left the chapel and leaned against the wall outside. He did not feel like going to the tavern or anywhere else. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:18 AM Post #62 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon May 05, 2008 6:38 am Linnesse
Linnesse let the words just float over her, resting her head forward on her arm, eyes closed, and trying to let the wave of dizziness pass. She felt Derfel run his hand over her hair, and a moment later heard and felt the rustle and shift as the soldier, Lucius, got up and left the chapel. Then they were alone- and the gray, weak feeling that permeated her brain was starting to recede. She took a deep breath, assessing how she felt, then experimentally opened her eyes. When things did not swim before her, she raised her head, slowly and carefully. The sensation that she was about to faint was no longer there, but she was just tired- terribly, bone-numbingly tired again, and a bit of cold sweat stood out on her forehead. She removed her hand from Derfel's arm and rested her forehead on both hands, now, with another deep breath, trying to gather her strength. "Sorry...maybe I shouldn't have come," she whispered sheepishly to Derfel. The walk back to the knights' quarters- and in the rain, too- now seemed almost insurmountably long, but she would have to make it- she couldn't stay here all day, either. One hopeful thing she did notice as she returned her eyes to the front of chapel, though, was the candle in the front that was presumably meant for Gedeon, burning strongly and no longer blurred in her sight. At least there was that. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:19 AM Post #63 |
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Author: Darya Date: Mon May 05, 2008 8:41 am Darya & Neeve
The healer held the Commander’s green gaze as so long as he held hers…then lifted her chin slightly. “Of course, Sir…”, the healer then replied firmly even though she felt more like saying “You bet I will, and don’t you dare to just ride out without seeing me before that…” but restrained herself from doing so. Not with this Optio around. If this had been a less formal and military situation, she would have spoken her mind more freely. As usual. Picking up what was left of her work equipment, the Briton gave Arthur another glance, a hint of a warning sparkling in her blue eyes as she did so, then bowed her head briefly at him before giving Lancelot and the Optio a firm nod. “Gentlemen…”, Neeve said and turned on her heels to head towards the door. Darya was not sure if she felt relieved or sad for being send away in this situation. On the one hand, she felt quite out of place at the moment but on the other hand, she loathed the mere thought of letting her lover out of sight with the knowledge of his sorry state that she had. Yes, he was good in hiding weakness…but who knew just how much strength the Roman had been able to gather during the short night? How long could he keep his mask up? When Arthur looked at her, she met his green eyes with her dark ones…and even though she pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment, she nodded silently at him before folding her arms before her belly and slowly moving towards the door. Once she had caught up with the healer, the female Sarmatian straightened her back a little, yet avoided looking at anyone else at the moment. Better not add anything to the already explosive atmosphere in the room. The women did not even have to open the door since Arthur had permitted whoever had knocked earlier to enter…and so the person did. The door opened and yet another Roman (Malcus) walked in…and almost ran them both over. “Excuse me…”, Neeve muttered and frowned at the tall man while she just managed to step out of the man’s way.
Darya recognized Arthur’s friend Malcus and gave him a faint smile and a nod in return before she caught sight of yet some more people by the now open door. Linnette and a man she could not recall to have met before (Drake)… Oh, this is just getting better and better, the dark Sarmatian thought sarcastically and almost instinctively narrowed her eyes at Linnette, but then remembered what she had seen when Arthur and the knights had returned. She still had no confirmation but thought it likely that Gedeon had not come back. Thus she just bit her tongue and brushed past the redhead and her companion, only acknowledging both with a brief nod. The place was getting way too crowded for her taste now…way too crowded. Once outside the room, Neeve let out a sharp breath and eyed the woman by her side. “Are you okay?”, the healer asked and Darya blinked a few times before she met the other woman’s piercing gaze. “Yeah…”, the Sarmatian replied with a faint smile, “…I guess I am…” “Sure?” Darya nodded. “Well, you better be…because I’m sure the Commander would not be happy if there was anything wrong with you and I did not do anything even though I was around…”, Neeve said and pierced the other woman with her relentless gaze. “There are things that even the most skilled healer cannot do anything against…or for…”, Darya murmured, “…but thank you for the offer…” Then she gave the healer another nod…and walked away… Neeve watched the other woman disappear behind the next corner and shook her head slightly. Something was troubling Arthur’s woman…but it was up to the Roman to find out what that might be, for sure. Sighing, the raven-haired turned and made her way towards her room. She was tired and felt the urge to change her clothes, too. Not to mention that some fresh water splashed into her face would certainly feel really good right now. Then maybe something to eat. Yes, eating sounded good. And she would definitely check on the Commander again at some point. She knew that Roman too well to trust him to really stay in bed and not ride out to see Merlin. He was stubborn…he would no doubt at least try to get to this meeting… “Men…”, Neeve uttered as she approached the door to her room… Meanwhile Darya had left the building again and now made her way through the cold, over to the stables. It was her favourite place to calm down…to think…to relax. And she needed to check on Kahlan and Círdan anyway. Had the Woads managed to get into the stables as well? Had anything happened to the horses? The mere idea made her feel sick…and the Sarmatian increased the pace of her steps… Yes, she should have stopped by her room and changed clothes…get cleaned…but she had felt the need to get some fresh air…immediately…thus had discarded the plan to go to her quarters pretty soon. It did not take her long to reach the stables and a first scan told her that there was no serious damage done to the building. Relieved, the Sarmatian walked in…and almost immediately found herself distracted by the sound of a moving horse. A steady rhythm…a gallop. Someone had to be riding in the indoor arena. Curiousness got the better of her and Darya cautiously moved over to the arena… …just to spot Tristan, the person she knew the best and who knew her best here at Badon Hill. The man she had grown up with back home in Sarmatia. But something was different…this was not his horse, was it? “New horse?”, the dark-haired heard herself address the knight before another thought could cross her mind and she carefully leaned against the ring fence of the arena… |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:21 AM Post #64 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon May 05, 2008 9:45 am Ione With relatively no sleep since the night before last, and the business of cleaning up the mess in her shop....Plus dealing with the notion of what happened between Mirtha and she...Ione was already exhausted. The two men who had come to fix her door had gone now, and all that was left were the three women servants and the one man to finish cleaning and fixing the items left. She took one last look at the dull gray day, and turned to help them continue cleaning. Ione was not use to feeling tired so soon, but she moved anyway, to help a young servant fold the rest of the fine cloth she had woven, placing them on the shelf behind her as she did so. The young weaver also realized that she had not eaten breakfast, but then...nothing sounded good. Even her favorite breakfast of fruit and bread with honey on it didn't appeal to her. Ione continued to think of her beloved knight and what was happening where ever he was. Was he safe, and was he still thinking of her? She took a moment to look down at the ring on her finger as it shone in the natural light of the shop. She had betrayed him...her beloved knight to a moment of lust and need with a man who had been drunk and had probably not realized what they had done. Ione felt like crying. She had promised Javier all of her love and loyalty, only to succumb to that which her body had wanted... But it had all seemed so natural with Mirtha after she dispelled her fears: The way her body had responded so readily...and how good everything had felt between them. Mirtha had succeeded in breaking through that virtuous barrier that Ione had so long hidden behind. She had felt things she had never felt before: Wicked naughtiness, lust and the need for more... "Miss? I have to go now and do my other chores," The young servant said breaking Ione out of her thoughts. Ione nodded, ''Sure, and thank you for your help." She slipped the girl a few coins as she felt was proper. The girl smiled and nodded agian before leaving the shop closing the door behind her... Adian As he felt Fiona's body so near to his in the embrace, Adian could not figure out why he was feeling so comforted by a woad. A woad. But then Fiona was not an ordinary woad. She was gentler than the rest of the lot, and seemed to hate the fighting. All he saw in her eyes was sorrow and a feeling that she might have felt the same thing he did: loss of a friend. There would never be another like Thorn. Never. As he lay his head on her shoulder as she had his, Adian absently began to run his fingers through the sweetly scented strands of Fiona's hair. He had flirted with her once, but in that time, he had begun to deny that he had felt anything for the woad...that was before he saw Thorn go off with that other man (Lancelot). After her apology, Fiona had sounded as though she had not been welcomed into the room, and it could have been because she was a woad and he had spoken out his feelings when she had not inadvertantly been the one to do the killing. Something inside of Adian made him want Fiona to stay, and his wish had come true when she had decided not to leave because of what he had said... The feel of her arms about his waist while he had wrapped his arms about her....he tunred his face inward toward her neck and began to nuzzle the soft hair as well as the delicate skin on her neck. The last time he had cried so hard was when his parents had died of the fever...so long ago. In the midst of his thoughts, he heard Fiona's voice ...
....As if in response, Adian absently placed a soft tear stained kiss on her delicate neck while his hand traveled down so that they came to rest on her lower back. "Fiona...I am so glad you...are not like the other woads as well the the others here....no one else would have cared..." Adian's soft lips brushed against her neck as he spoke....his face wet with tears. What he contemplated in his mind was the need to relieve the pain of the loss. Would Fiona want the same? |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:22 AM Post #65 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon May 05, 2008 10:10 am Tristan
She entered the riding arena and spoke just as Tristan was already almost past her on Tirgatao's back, and he pulled the horse up and around in a tight circle to return to her, nodding with satisfaction at the animal's quick, efficient response. Things were working out very nicely with Tirgatao this morning indeed. The scout halted his new mount right in front of Darya where she leaned against the fence, and patted Tirgatao's neck approvingly as he looked down at his childhood friend. "New and old," he shrugged, a slight twist to the corner of his lips. "Was Gedeon's," he added, now with a frown. He shifted a bit uncomfortably in the saddle, then patted the horse's neck once more and swung down from his seat, coming to lean on the fence next to Darya. Tirgatao stood obediently where he had been left, and Tristan gave another approving nod at that, too. "How's Arthur?" the scout asked Darya, cocking his head curiously towards her. It was a fair guess that she had come from the Commander- indeed that she had been with him all night. As he waited for her to speak, Tristan was discreetly looking Darya herself over, too, trying to reassure himself that she was not hurt, had not suffered any harm during the attacks- and there was nothing apparent, nothing visible. Good. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:23 AM Post #66 |
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Author: Darya Date: Mon May 05, 2008 11:06 am Darya The dark-haired tilted her head slightly and watched her kinsman on horseback. Tristan was one of the most skilled horsemen she knew…and it had always been a pleasure to just watch him work with horses. Yet it was this horse he was working with right now that made her feel a bit strange. She knew the mount…
The woman held her breath for a moment. There was the confirmation she had not had only moments ago. The confirmation for the possibility that Dagonet’s son had not returned to Badon Hill. “Gedeon’s…”, Darya repeated and briefly bit her lower lip as she watched Tristan dismount and move to join her by the fence. “So Gedeon is…”, the female Sarmatian hesitated; talking about the death of a kinsman always managed to unsettle her, “…he’s gone…isn’t he?” With that, she met Tristan’s gaze even though she already knew the answer… “How?”, she added…and only after another long moment averted her gaze from the scout again to look at his new horse instead. At least the beast was in good hands now…in Sarmatian hands. Gedeon would certainly be glad if he knew this…
Darya could not help but breathe a quiet laugh at this, recalling the current crowd in the Roman’s room…and the Commander’s condition. “Coping…”, she then said and cocked her head a little to look at Tristan again, “…a healer has been with him all night and – from what I can tell – done good work. But you know him…always saving himself last…” There was no accusation in the woman’s voice…but honest concern. And who was better to voice this to than the quiet scout, who also was someone she would trust with her life anytime. She just knew that he would never tell anyone something that was meant to stay private. “What about you? Are you alright?” A fair question. Tristan apparently had lost his horse…even though a Sarmatian and his or her horse were one in battle. Thus chances were that the scout himself had been injured as well. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:24 AM Post #67 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon May 05, 2008 11:24 am Derfel The two men briefly shook hands and then the soldier offered his own name as well.
It was a fine Roman name and no doubt the pleasant man was from some respected Roman family and was following in his father’s footsteps in working his way up the ranks of the vast Roman army. Normaly, Derfel would have asked a little more about a fellow soldier…but considering they were in the chapel and certainly not here for any other purpose than for Gedeon. So he only gave a silent nod in appreciation as the other man, Aquila, politely excused himself. Derfel then lowered his head, closed his eyes and attempted to remember a good Christian prayer. Even though he did not join Linnesse on the bench, his hand remained firmly holding hers and he had shifted close enough to her side to support her should she need it. Domine Iesu, dimitte nobis debita nostra, salva nos ab igne inferiori, perduc in caelum omnes animas, praesertim eas, quae misericordiae tuae maxime indigent.
“Let’s get you back to the room now, luv,” Derfel whispered down to Linnesse and once again lovingly stroked her damp hair. “The candle is burning brightly and I will look in on it again later, hm?” He offered, hoping Linnesse would be alright with that. Derfel then gently lifted Linnesse from the bench, easily carrying her as she was light as a feather in his arms. He placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose and then began to walk towards the door of the chapel. This tiny house of Christian worship permeated with the smell of incenses and heavier thoughts and Derfel found himself preferring the cold rain outside to the thick air in here. While firmly holding Linnesse against his chest, Derfel used the toe of his boot to shove open the chapel door and then carried her down the steps and into the open courtyard. That door had been easy enough, but the doors leading into the knights’ quarters and their tiny room would be more challenging without being forced to make Linnesse walk again. However, as Derfel briefly looked around…there against the outer chapel wall stood the soldier they had just met inside….the Aquila fellow wasn’t it? Derfel did hate to bother anyone in this miserable weather…but he could use a hand so that he could keep Linnesse comfortable. She was obviously too weak to be walking about any longer today. “Oy…Lucius? Could I trouble ye with a favor?” Derfel addressed the soldier with a small smile as he approached the other man. “If you have a few minutes to spare that is,” He added, giving the other man an indication that the request was a short and simple one. Certainly Derfel would return the kindness with a round of ale in the tavern later if the kind man would oblige him now. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:25 AM Post #68 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon May 05, 2008 1:10 pm Tristan
"Mmmhmm." Tristan grunted and nodded in the affirmative, dropping his gaze and toeing at a rough spot in the floor near his boot. It looked like a stone had once been knocked loose and then hastily replaced there- an inconsequential thing that Tristan couldn't help but take note of anyway. He noticed so many things that didn't matter- as well as things that did, like the worry in Darya's voice. Arthur must be bad. And Gedeon...the scout backtracked to Darya's earlier question with an awkward clearing of his throat. "Gedeon...he fell. From the wall. Never even found him." Tristan raised his eyes bleakly to the horse which stood before them, then abruptly detached himself from the fence and rooted in his belt pouch for a bit of carrot that was in there somewhere. Tirgatao had done well this morning- surely a small treat was in order. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:27 AM Post #69 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon May 05, 2008 2:23 pm Arthur The door opened while Arthur’s intense emerald eyes remained fixed on Amadeus’ stoic expression. To the other Roman’s credit, he held his tongue…as he should. The Commander had no intention of allowing Scipio, or anyone else for that matter, to undermine his authority here. Deafening silence, thick with male testosterone, filled the room and surely hastened the exit of both Neeve and Darya. However as Captain Barbattus entered the fray and addressed Arthur, Lancelot spoke in his native tongue…a crude curse if Arthur had to guess. His green gaze quickly ticked to his lieutenant, noting the rage flaring in Lancelot’s dark eyes….Dammit, Lancelot let it go.…he futilely willed at the other man.
"Nice of you to join us, Captain,” Arthur stated flatly and cut his eyes at his longtime friend; a hint of sarcasm in his tone due to Malcus’ mild tardiness this morning. The Commander had expected Barbattus’ arrival to precede Scipio’s as Malcus was typically even more punctual than Arthur himself. But whatever had kept his friend was most likely duty related and truly not important at this moment. And then as Arthur opened his mouth to address all three of his officers, Lancelot broke his promise to not harm Scipio by lunging forward…. …and Arthur had to move swiftly to block Lancelot’s path. He shielded Amadeus from Lancelot’s fury with his own body, their chests colliding with a heavy thump while Arthur grasped at Lancelot’s leather hauberk with both hands. His wound reacted with a fury all its own; blinding pain flaring up as the fresh stitches tugged and twisted at the tender flesh at Arthur’s abdomen. Arthur pinched his eyes shut against the burn and turned his face into Lancelot’s unruly hair; one arm then slipping ‘round the Sarmatian’s waist to further secure him. “Lancelot…NO….Fuccckkkk….” Arthur hissed against Lancelot’s ear through gritted teeth. He sucked in a breath to steady himself and silently prayed that he could salvage this. Arthur would be forced to punish Lancelot if Amadeus pushed this. And THAT was not a desirable outcome to this meeting. The premise for calling his officers this morning was to discuss how to end the fighting with Merlin…NOT fight amongst themselves.
Arthur pulled back enough to meet Lancelot’s furious eyes; for the moment ignoring everyone else in the room. “No need to greet Malcus with such enthusiasm,” Arthur arched a thick brow at Lancelot while he spoke, and silently communicating a strong warning to stand down and follow Arthur’s lead. And then the Commander slowly released his hold on Lancelot and turned to face Amadeus. However, Arthur wisely remained positioned between the two should Lancelot choose to make another attempt in bringing on a disaster. The pain in his side threatened to consume him, but Arthur wore a neutral expression….his left hand slid up to cover over his stitches on its own accord while he briefly bit at the inside of his mouth. Arthur then smiled…lips forming a thin line and certainly not beguiling genuine joy as he met Amadeus’ unemotional grey eyes. “I should reprimand you both,” Arthur began; voice low but even enough to pass as non-threatening. A small sigh through his nose before continuing…. “Gentlemen, I called you here to discuss Merlin,” Arthur stated in an authoritative tone clearly indicating that he intended to move beyond these outbursts and get on with the true threat facing them all…Merlin’s unexplained attacks and how Arthur intended to halt them. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and willed the pain in his side to quit again. I pray, Lord, give me enough strength to do my duty and please give Lancelot the patience he so needs now. Arthur then glanced to Malcus and to the still open door….and his gaze then fell to Linnette and - was that Drake? - Still standing at the threshold. Brows stitched together as Arthur remembered why he had also summoned the young lady this morning. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:28 AM Post #70 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Mon May 05, 2008 2:40 pm Lucius Probably Derfel would have been shocked if he would have known what the pleasant man from some respected Roman family had done in the past and what the real reason was that he was here. While Lucius stood out there in the cold and wet weather he had time to realise again that he could not simply make friends anymore. He had to be careful and hide things. He leaned back against the wall and stared up into the grey morning sky. He should and would return later to the chapel to lit up a candle for is mother. It was too long already that he had done that for her. And one for his father. One for his sister. Even one for his brother. With a sigh he realised that he would need a lot of candles then. He was not really waiting for the couple to leave the chapel again because... well, it was a chapel and they had every right to stay there as long as they wanted and needed to. He was just enjoying the lonliness and silence and time to think about things. Where he stood he was protected from the rain and its wetness. The thumping sound of the chapel door was not loud but Lucius recognised it and turned his head to look over there. He expected someone else enter the chapel but instead Derfel and his wife left the Lord's house already again. Now, that had been quick.
Lucius pushed himself away from the wall he leaned against when Derfel addressed him. He would have offered his help anyway as soon as he realised that the man was more or less carrying the woman. Without hesitation he stepped out into the rain and closed the distance between the couple and himself. "Is she alright?" he asked again. Somehow this did not look all too good to him. He watched her intently, trying to find any sign that she needed help from a healer immediatly. Intuitively he reached out and touched her temple to check if she had a fever while he answered: "Of course. I am here, not going anywhere. How can I be of help?" He was ready to follow orders as he followed orders from his Captain. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 02:29 AM Post #71 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon May 05, 2008 6:40 pm Malcus Barbattus
Malcus flinched at Arthur's thinly veiled sarcasm. He was also slightly annoyed that Arthur would ding him in front of others. Arthur usually had more discretion than that! In fact, that wasn't like Arthur at all. Espcially since Barbattus prided himself with having impeccable timing. Before Malcus could comment, suddenly, Lancelot lunged at Scipio. Holy mother of God! What the fuck? Malcus' inner voiced screamed inside his head. The captain moved to block Lancelot but Arthur himself quickly stepped between his First Knight and the Optio. Lancelot looked wild. His dark eyes were blazing and his lips were curled back into a vicious snarl. Barbattus almost shook his head to make sure he'd seen what he thought he'd seen. Obviously Amadeus had said or done something that had royally pissed off the Sarmatian. Whether consciously or subconsciously, Barbattus took an inconspicuous step closer to Lancelot and Arthur and slowly lifted his hand to the butt of the dagger he had hidden inside his hauberk. Whatever was happening Malcus knew Amadeus must have been behind it and that Arthur could count on his captain.
Malcus lowered his head and stared at his shiny boots, holding back a snicker. Nice save, old friend. Go ahead and pretend like your first knight wasn't about to take a chunk out of ole Scipio's ass! HA! Barbattus looked up again with a straight face. That's when he noticed Arthur raise a hand to his left side. Malcus narrowed his dark eyes and studied Arthur's, his close friend's, face. Even though it was only there for a fleeting millisecond and those who did not know Arthur would have never seen it, Malcus saw his friend's pain. So my suspicion was correct. He IS injured! Barbattus watched Arthur closely. Arthur addressed the optio and Lancelot is a firm, icy tone.
His green eyes, speckled with brown showing his annoyance, flashed at both men. But his voice did not show his emotion as the commander recovered and moved on, changing the subject.
"Yes, Arthur, let's discuss Merlin and what exactly I'm supposed to do with that woad woman I have under guard," Malcus interjected with just a hint of his own sarcasm. Mona
Mona purred before she spoke. "I couldn't agree with you more, Guinevere! For Neeria's sake, for Eala's sake, for Ash's sake! We must be unified!" Mona thought carefully. She needed to calm down her true feelings for both Guinevere and Connell or both of them may become suspicious. That wouldn't do. If either of them suspected that she had her own plans, they may either alert Merlin or get rid of her some way or another. Mona looked over at Connell with icy blue eyes. To her surprise, he was watching her too. "Connell," she said softly, "Please forgive me if I have in any way treated you unkindly." Mona dropped her head down for a moment and when she lifted it again, her eyes were filled with tears. "It's just that I'm so worried about my dear friend, Neeria, I'm just not myself. I am sorry." she said, letting a tear roll down her cheek. "We grew up together. All of us did. We are three of the strongest warriors Merlin has - male or female. Poor Neeria, Mikel was fallen in the last attack and now she languishes in a horrible Roman prison! The princess is right, we must put aside our differences. For Neeria. For Merlin." Mona batted her watery eyelashes at the healer and took another small bite of her bread, never taking her eyes off of him. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 07:55 PM Post #72 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon May 05, 2008 7:26 pm Linnette
From the doorway, her hand gripping the doorpost, Linnette blinked in surprise at the various proceedings in the room. She had sensed tension from the very first opening of the door, but clearly it was even more serious than she had guessed. Lancelot, who had always had a temper on him but not, so far as Linnette had ever witnessed, to this extent, had lunged at Amadeus's throat and been intercepted by Arthur even as the two women- Neeve and Darya- slipped past her and Drake out of the room, as though hastily dismissed. Arthur, his green eyes hard as steel, had calmed Lancelot, or at least induced him to subside, with scarcely more than a look, but now the officer who had entered just before her took up the complaints; obviously, what to be done about these attacks was a sore point. Linnette glanced automatically at Drake again, unconsciously seeking reassurance; then stepped once more back out into the doorway- she had taken a step almost behind the doorpost when Lancelot had lunged forward, automatically protecting herself, though she never took her eyes off the scene in the room. Now, she tried to catch Arthur's eye again, this time mouthing a silent question: Shall I come back later? She pointed back over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows questioningly to emphasize her meaning, but in truth, she was thinking that if she was not acknowledged now, she should definitely leave. There were conflicts going on here that the men would not wish to be known to the general inhabitants of the fort- even though she herself intended absolute discretion. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 07:57 PM Post #73 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Mon May 05, 2008 7:27 pm Lancelot Blinding fury roared through Lancelot's exhausted body, and he narrowed his eyes, his lips curling back in a snarl as he aimed for the fucking officially sanctioned second in command. And quickly, Arthur was there, right in front of him, catching his clothing and shoving his body directly into Lancelot's path. They collided with an umph from both men, but Lancelot tried to push past Arthur's grip, the smirk on the Optio's narrow face driving his anger further.
Lancelot struggled for a moment, until Arthur's steel-like arm slid around his waist to force him to hold still. He felt the other man's hot breath on his ear, could feel Arthur's heart slamming against his own, noticed Arthur's body pressed against his. Gods damn everything to HELL.
The fury that raged through Lancelot began to cool, and he realized the foolishness of his actions at the sound of the Optio's surprised voice - and at the way Arthur attempted humor to downplay his actions. Lancelot met Arthur's gaze, ignoring Scipio; the heat that was left in his body flared briefly from his dark eyes, directly into Arthur's. This is not done, Artos. He dropped his fists and stepped backward with all the control he could muster, and almost found himself in Barbattus' arms. Lancelot tossed the other man an annoyed look and got out of his way.
Lancelot bit the inside of his cheek until blood flowed, but, by virtue of cursing to himself and breathing hard, he managed to keep quiet. Of all the fucking gall - the nerve that hooked nosed bastard had - official - barbarian dog. Nothing would ever change here at Badon. No matter who was in charge, no matter how hard Arthur seemed to try to protect his Sarmatians. Rome would always intervene, and Lancelot was tired of fighting and tired of losing - he was a little drone to be mashed to a pulp under the mighty boot of the Empire. He spat to the side, and twisted his neck, popping the tension out of it.
Without taking his eyes off of Scipio, Lancelot sneered. "That woman who will lead us readily and easily to Merlin?" He watched Arthur hold to his side again, and with slight horror, realized that the other man had probably pulled at his wound when he'd been forced to jump forward to stop Lancelot from doing whatever it was he was planning on doing to the Optio. Better all around if Arthur had let him hit the other man. Then Lancelot would have been taken away - better for Arthur, better for him. Lancelot canted his eyes from Scipio to the commander, and cursed again under his breath. No matter his "smart" ideas, no matter his pride and his love - brothers in arms love, mind you - for Arthur, he always managed to fuck things up. Well - Lancelot would figure things out. He'd fix this - and he and the Optio would finish things between them. One way or another, Lancelot was done with this. If only Arthur would .... The first knight's skin still burned from where Arthur's had contacted his during their struggle. He swallowed heavily, and crossed his slender arms over his midsection, refusing to think on it. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 07:58 PM Post #74 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon May 05, 2008 7:38 pm Linnesse
"I'm...just tired," Linnesse murmurred faintly, turning her head towards the hand that lightly touched her cheek and finding that it was the soldier Lucius, who had been in the chapel only a moment ago. It seemed embarrassing to have all this fuss made over her- but truly she did not feel capable of walking a step, and she was more grateful than she could possibly express for Derfel's strong arms holding her, so that she need not do anything but snuggle against him and pull the cloak hood so that it shielded most of her face from the misty rain. She didn't have a fever any more, as Lucius was obviously checking for, though, and she shrugged her head to the side a little, trying to brush his hand off. "I had the fever, but it's gone...I just need to rest." She let her eyes surrender to closing even as her healer's brain was trying to enumerate her condition and what was to be done for it. She really didn't feel flushed or hot at all- just tired, exhausted. She had done too much- but it was not a relapse of the fever. For one thing, it just couldn't be- Linnette needed her well, not lying in some sick bed again! |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 07:59 PM Post #75 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon May 05, 2008 10:09 pm Milan Milan had no idea what he was doing or where he was going when he stepped out into daylight. Mari's room had grown suffocatingly small and cold without her there. Without her, he had no desire to be there. Not alone. Solitude frightened him. It was a dark abyss with a thousand hands - hands with no bodies, bodies with no faces - all poking and prodding and tearing and shoving at him from all directions. It brought only loneliness. It brought only pain. It brought only fear and deterioration of the soul. No...what had once been his sanctuary had turned out to be the very thing that had helped to damn him. Milan didn't want to be alone anymore. He didn't want to fear. He didn't want to hide. He wanted to breathe, to discard the empty shell he had been dwelling in, to walk down the street and not be afraid of his own shadow. He wanted everything that had always been forbidden to him. He wanted to live. But, where to start? How to begin? What to do? How to think? What to feel? Even the very air he breathed was alien to him - it was like he was a child opening his eyes to the world for the first time. It was intimidating, intoxicating - this thought of living. He aimlessly wandered, ogling in the dreary picture of the fort as if it was something wonderful to look at, just taking in the sights and sounds and smells, exploring. |
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