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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:33 AM Post #151 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 3:53 am Milan
Milan lay the pit-prodding stick aside and rocked forward onto the soles of his feet, wrapping his arms about his knees as he silently watched the flames in the hearth lick higher. The dewy beads on his partially exposed chest spread a delicious pattern across his collarbone and up to the hollow of his throat. In the light it seemed to give off a subtle sparkling illusion to his pale beautiful skin. He heard Mari comment something behind him, but her voice had been so soft he assumed she had been talking to herself. Fire was in his eyes as they stared distantly into the blaze. The touch of her hand to his hair returned him to reality. It was such a natural gesture, her fingers twirling gently between his dark tendrils. Her touch, it was familiar, and it was like something he had always known. He tilted his head to the side and flashed her a half-grin at her comment about rain. He imagined the two of them dead asleep, warm in their bed with the fire crackling like a lullaby, and then all-of-a-sudden being cruelly thrust back to consciousness by an onslaught of rain through the damaged roof. It sounded amusing in a sense, but the young man sincerely hoped for a clear night.
A crease appeared between his eyes as he watched her expression change. It was harder than before, concentrated, nearly a mask of pain really. Her quiet laughter broke the trance, and Milan cocked his head to the side in wonder of what was on her mind. The minute the statement left her lips, the two of them looked away simultaneously out of embarrassment. Milan stared at the floor, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Mordred came to mind again, that evil, unwelcome memory that for different reasons seemed to plague them. Only the knight wasn't a memory. He was a nightmare in the flesh. That only made things worse. His fingers flexed against one another as a strained sigh escaped his nostrils and he stood, brushing past Mari and crossing over to where the bed was. He didn't meet her gaze, only focused on the task of shifting the piece of furniture over near the hearth. When it was done, his hand remained on the frame and Milan looked up at Mari. He sighed again, closing his blue eyes and shaking his head slowly. "Yyou...would...tthink of...hiiim..." he said quietly. Milan wanted to be with Mari, too - at least he thought he did - but he couldn't shake the comparison of him to Mordred. After all, in Milan's eyes, he felt he was much more the villain than the knight was, that somehow he would manage to damage Mari beyond recognition or something of the like. Silly maybe, but it was very much real to Milan, the concept of him managing to cause her even more harm than Mordred had already done. As if that were possible. He blinked heavily a couple of times, his expression almost pained as he lifted conflicted blue eyes to meet hers again. "I...don' know..." he managed, pausing for the briefest of moments to properly form his next words in his mind before attempting to speak them. "...how to...luv...yyou..." Milan wasn't saying he couldn't love her or wouldn't, nor that he didn't want to try. He simply didn't know how. They were feet apart and yet they seemed to be separated by an ocean. One mis-step and one of them might drown. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:38 AM Post #152 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 6:31 am Bors
Bors heard the female voice before he saw from whence it came, and turned his head too quickly to see who it was. A pain shot up the back of his neck - evidence of too many years passed and too many battles fought rather than anything to do with his most recent injuries - and he winced, bringing up his hand to rub the rough flesh there.
Following the arc of the fruit as it landed in the scout's lightening-fast hand, Bors rolled his eyes and blew out a snort of laughter before turning back to the young woman. He had always liked Neeve, she was sassy, independent, and she didn't seem to need anyone - not like some of these bloody simpering females who hung around the bastard Romans just in the hope that a quick roll in the hay might win the affections of a man, thus keeping them in relative comfort. Bors had no time for that sort... mainly because they never looked in his direction, but that wasn't the point. Anyway, he had Vanora, he didn't need any other women simpering at him... "Where's mine?" he grinned as Neeve finally reached the table. "Ya can't 'ave favourites yer know. If ya give 'im an apple, ya gotta give me one." He threw her a half-wink, and scooted along the bench a bit so that she could sit if she wanted to. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:39 AM Post #153 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:00 pm Linnesse
“That was good of you,” Linnesse answered, pulling her eyes morosely away from the way Ione’s hand, rubbing in continuous, anxious circular motions on her stomach. Raising her gaze to Ione’s face, she saw an attempt at a smile there- an expression which was much too familiar on Linnette’s face lately. “I just don’t want to take it from anyone else who might need it more…” Linnesse continued, gesturing towards the dress lying between them on the table, still half-folded into its package. “…but if you’re sure- well- thank you. It’s extremely generous of you.” And it was- Linnesse might have been unusually small and thin, but she was not unique by any means, and probably it would have been possible for Ione to sell the dress to someone else eventually- but perhaps not in a reasonable amount of time, or for the price she had wanted for it. Either way, the weaver’s gesture was far above and beyond, in Linnesse’s estimation, and she made a mental note to repay it as soon as she found an occasion to do so. “If you ever need anything from the infirmary, come to me first,” she added on a sudden inspiration. “I’ll make sure you get it, provided we have it, of course. Our supplies will be a little short till spring, too,” she grimaced as she admitted to that. Earlier, when they were moving, she had thought she heard someone say that a supply train had arrived that day with grain, but who knew if medicinal supplies were included in that or not. Well, by tomorrow, she should be well enough to go into the infirmary for at least some light work, and she’d find out. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:40 AM Post #154 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 8:32 pm Ione They had cmfroted each other, but to Ione, her sadness seemed to linger. She had not known Gedeon well, though she could recall how happy he and Linnette had looked on the day of their wedding. Ione could, conce again, only dream of such bliss: to be cared for and loved...and not be taken advantage of....
"Really, Linnesse...it was nothing," Ione wiped an excess tear from her cheek. She tried to make it a point of looking in on those who were her friends, or those related to her friends. She had learned long ago, that it did not hurt to do random acts of kindness for others even if you were not close to them. Ione did hope that she had found a new friend in Linnesse as she really felt comfortable with her gentle spirit and her warmth. The weaver looked from Linnesse to the dress and back. Upon her word, she knew of no other lady at the fort who would want it as the lady who had ordered it was of Roman blood, and did not like Ione, but liked her work and would take advantage of Ione's dedication to her work only to tell Ione that she had canceled the order again. It was just an everyday dress, but it was the needle work that set it off. Better than to have it sit there and not be enjoyed, Ione tried to think of ladies she could give it to so they could enjoy it. "I am glad that you like it," Ione smiled through tears, her hand still rubbing her stomach. She had not eaten much, so she made it a point of eating a scone and some soup at the tavern before going to the shop for the night. She just did not feel hungry, but she knew she had to eat something. Her baby had to live as it was the only memory of Javier that was left to her besides the ring. Ione stood from where she sat thinking that it was more comfortable to stand...the baby within her had calmed down the minute she did so. As she pulled her cloak close about her form, Linnesse spoke again....
"You have been more than kind, Linnesse, and I will take you up on your offer...the only thing I wish is that I felt hungry right now...There are some things, I guess, that the baby does not like..." Ione gave a light shaky laugh. Vanora had mentioned to Ione of the shortage of food for the tavern, but in the infirmary as well? She said a short prayer that the supply wagon would bring what was needed for the infirmary. After the last illness outbreak, the fort would need every ounce of medicine and herbs to help those who needed them. "The baby has been restless , so I should go back to the shop and rest for the evening after a bite to eat...I am sorry I got so emotional," Ione looked down at the floor, then at the dress, then Linnesse. She thought perhaps tomorrow, she would try to find Linnette and see how she was doing. "If there is anything you and Linnette need, please do not hesitate to ask." Ione thought of Tristan's hawk and wondered how it was fairing.Perhaps she'd see it tomorrow...hopefully it was doing far better that it was when she had found it... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:54 AM Post #155 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Aug 23, 2008 2:54 am Neeve
It was a typical reaction, especially when one knew the quiet scout. Yet Neeve knew that he certainly appreciated her gesture. To the healer, Tristan was just not Tristan without at least one apple somewhere nearby. “You’re welcome”, the Briton said as she reached the knights' table and met Tristan’s gaze with her crystal-blue one, her eyes sparkling slightly teasingly for a moment as she did so… And then she took another bite from her own apple…
Now that made even Neeve chuckle slightly and she grinned wryly at Bors while accepting his silent offer and sitting down next to him. A good position it was…as she could glimpse at Lucius every now and then. She had not seen the Roman in a while and was honestly glad to see that he had made it through the Woad attacks without visible injuries. However, right now, her attention was on the two Sarmatians at 'her' table… “Ah, you know that you’ve always been among my favourites, Bors…”, the raven-haired woman quipped and slightly jabbed the oldest knight in the ribs… …when one of the tavern wenches arrived with the food the knights apparently had ordered. Neeve spotted some fruit among it, too and before the wench had put the plates onto the table, the healer snatched yet another apple from it and handed it to Bors. “Here you go…”, she said with a half-wink and then leaned back a little, waiting for the tavern wench to finish placing the tables and bowls onto the table. When the other woman had left again, Neeve pursed her lips and regarded all the food in front of them. “My, my…you guys must be really hungry…”, the Briton then added more seriously and looked at Tristan again, knowing that the scout – as brilliant a fighter as he might be – would still rather die a slow silent death than voluntarily see a healer. “I hope I can take that as a good sign and don’t have to worry about any battle injuries…”, Neeve finished and glanced from one man to the other… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:55 AM Post #156 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:38 pm Linnesse
“I won’t- but the same goes for you, Ione. And you have nothing to be sorry for,” Linnesse, frowning, tried to reassure the other woman as she rose and went to the door to open it for Ione. A narrow triangle of light from the torchlit hallway slid across the floor, adding to the small, barely-illuminating flame of the candle on the table. Linnesse held the door handle with one hand, and tugged the blanket more firmly around her shoulders with the other. “Tha…” her voice suddenly trailed off into an incoherent sound as a yawn took over, making her smile sheepishly when it finally let her close her mouth. “Thank you again for the dress. And…I’m very sorry about Accolan, Ione. I’m told he was a very good man.” Actually she knew next to nothing about Accolan- but she had certainly never heard that he was a bad one, and in situations like this…one had to say something. Tristan
“Uh-uh.” Tristan shook his head in the negative as he pulled his plate towards him, taking a generous spoonful of the soup before answering Neeve in more detail. It was hot, hot enough to burn his mouth on the way down- but if he swallowed it quickly, it wasn’t too bad. And it was food- his stomach accepted it eagerly and growled for more, as the hawk shifted antsily on the table next to him. “This mission today- no fighting, anyway,” the scout added, the tone of grumbling in his voice unmistakeable as he set down the apple, then flicked a piece of meat out of the soup and on to the table before the hawk with fingertips quick and limber enough not to get burned. It was too hot for her to eat just yet, but pecking at it would give her some entertainment while he got some of his own nourishment down. And now, thanks to both Neeve and the serving girl- he had two apples, not just one, a fact went a good way towards improving his mood. In these times of short supplies, an small overabundance such as this was rare. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:56 AM Post #157 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Aug 23, 2008 8:31 pm Jols After leaving the stables, the Squire headed over to the tavern to get a hot meal inside him after he got finished with his work caring for the horses. I wonder, if Tristan is over there, maybe he can tell me more of the mission that wasn't. He thought to himself while he made his way over there from the stables. Entering the tavern, he looked around and saw Tristan with Bors and Neeve sitting at a table together. Deciding not to bother them, he found a seat at another table and after catching a serving girl's eye, ordered something hot, not caring at that particular moment whatever it was so long as it was hot. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:27 PM Post #158 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:37 am Neeve Both men immediately busied themselves with the freshly served food and Neeve just watched them in silence. It was obvious that the knights were truly hungry. But what was more important to the woman than the Sarmatians eating properly was Tristan’s confirmation of her guess about him not being injured. So what about Bors? The healer glanced at the old knight…silently urging him to say something, too…but then his fellow knight spoke again…
Neeve furrowed her brow at those words and watched Tristan flicking a small piece of meat over to his hawk. The healer had not really noticed the bird sitting on a small table nearby so far…thus only now saw the bandage about the animal’s wing. However, the information that Arthur had actually sent Tristan on the mission to negotiate with Merlin, was even more interesting for her. Since she had seen Lancelot getting into trouble here at Badon earlier, it made her realize that the First Knight had not been on the mission to get into trouble there. And since the distressed looking Optio had come to the Commander just moments ago, Neeve was positive that he had gone in Arthur’s stead… But with Tristan? How very intriguing. “How did the mission go then?”, the raven-haired asked the scout and tilted her head slightly while taking another bite from her apple. From the corner of her eyes she saw Jols entering the tavern and briefly watched the squire finding a table not too far away, ordering some food. Though her blue eyes soon lingered on Tristan again. “And what has happened to her?”, the Briton then added and nodded slightly towards the Sarmatian’s hawk… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:27 PM Post #159 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 12:56 pm Tristan
"Sprained the wing- I think," Completely unconcerned with table manners, Tristan answered with his mouth full, tucking his current bite of soup meat into his cheek, as he reached out to once more stroke the hawk's head feathers with a gentle fingertip. He still worried about her- even after seeing her hop around on the table and after having watched her eat a full meal, he worried. "The mission..." the scout paused, swallowing his bite of meat hard as he thought about it. Even having explained the whole thing to Bors once didn't make it any easier for the taciturn scout to put it into words. "Nothin' happened. Merlin wouldn't talk- sent us on our way." Out of the corner of his eye he caught Jols sitting down at a nearby table and wondered if the squire, too, was going to come over and demand explanations of him, but for now, Jols paid them no attention, merely sitting down and ordering his own meal. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:32 PM Post #160 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:05 pm Amadeus Amadeus knew he was playing a very fine line right now. He knew that Arthur Castus was a fair man, but what man was entirely within reason when wounded? The Optio knew to step lightly, he knew to tell the truth because lying would get him nowhere. And for the first time in a long, long time, Amadeus didn't mind telling the truth because it favoured him. It had not been his fault that the negotiations had gone so bloody badly. It was not his fault that Merlin had thought them an incompetent lot and refused to entertain the idea of speaking with tehm for this reason. And Amadeus knew whose shoulders that blame rested on.
His tone cut at Amadeus' sense of dignity. The Roman's jaw tensed and his chin lifted minutely, meeting Arthur's green eyes intently, not wanting the man to think that he had anything to hide in his own intense grey eyes. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hiding a grimace of pain from his thigh with a hitch of breath to begin talking, explaining himself though it galled to do so! "No losses were suffered - except on their side. We came upon a hut with those blue demons inside, bound and gagged. I ordered Tristan to attend to me whilst I questionned the woads and when they did not answer I had them eliminated. When Merlin arrived we decided upon a place to speak terms." Amadeus continued, his eyes flashing as he recalled the moment that the negotiations were scuppered by the infinitely incompetent Barbattus - "We were both to take a man with us - I ordered your Captain Barbattus to leave as I wanted him outside to watch the woad bitch, but he would not step down and in front of all - " spittle rained upon Amadeus' lips as he ferverently retold what had happened and with painful precision too, his eyes were intense and his hand was lifted to gesticulate, to fill in where words could not. "He presumed to dress me down, reminding me of our intention here and threatening me, sir, with your name. I know you would not do it, Commander, but your Captain almost made it seem to me that he was there to spy upon me, that he was there because you did not trust me. I knew it was not so but it looked to Merlin as if that were the case and when I ordered Barbattus to stand down and he would not, Merlin promptly ridiculed us all and ordered us off his land until we knew who was truly in charge." Amadeus finished, breathing heavily, his face returning to it's normal color slowly as he gathered himself again. He tensed his jaw and looked above Arthur's curly hair at the wall. "Sir - I have no doubt that the negotiations would have gone ill with Merlin. He is an arrogant man though extraordinarily cunning. I would gamble to guess that I may have bartered some deal or answers from him had I been given the opportunity to do so without the presumptuous and detrimental input from your Captain and I humbly request a second opportunity to do so - accompanied by Mordred and your scout, Tristan - who distinguished himself admirably in my eyes." the Optio asked in a wooden tone of voice, gritty, his teeth tight together as he made the request he knew he would not be given. Drake
Her reaction was beautiful. It stumped Drake somewhat because he had known of her background, a little, and he knew thievery was something she would frown upon, but for some reason, seeing her flash of astonishment and shock at his admission to theft, it made her innocence in these matters all the more adoreable. Yes - adoreable. It was hardly an overstatement when her big hazel eyes were so wide, so conflicted on whether to enjoy the game of what he had done or to chastise him for doing it. All he could think of looking down at her face was 'beautiful', and so he did not give an answer to her question, merely grinned lopsidedly and shrugged one large shoulder in mock innocence.
Drake looked down at the book in her hand and thought himself a fool for thinking that that book had been the right one to give her. It belonged to a man killed in battle. Drake had been there when he had died - he had been across the battlefield but he had seen it happen - the sword had not cut the whole thickness of his friend's neck, but it had cut deep enough... The Spaniard appreciated the change in topic and frowned, looking down at the ground as they walked, wondering how to change the topic. Not for the first time his lack of people skills became apparent as he found himself unable to articulate a conversation starter. Thankfully Linnette rescued him again. His brows lifted and he looked towards her with thanks in his green eyes before telling her of Jerusalem whilst they walked towards the door exiting out onto the main courtyard... "Jerusalem is big. Diverse..." Drake said quietly, half-smiling to show Linnette that such diversity was not something he despised like most Romans might, "The heat is incredible - it's so dry. You can drink barrels of water and do nothing but sweat it from your skin the rest of the day. And the sand... Did you know sand is not just yellow or brown? There's red sand too - and blue sand, purples and greens... quite amazing really." he spoke slowly, not enthusiastically, but reserved. He was also quite considerate not to mention any of the atrocities he had witnessed whilst there. He wanted to try and not screw up this one topic of conversation like he seemd to do with other ones. "I think you'd like it." he added, then clamped his jaw shut tight, frowning at his presumptuous nature in thinking he would know what Linnette might or might not like. He cleared his throat and fixed his stare straight ahead looking severe, looking rebuked. Catherine
Catherine didn't know Lancelot was injured. When he moved his hand to cover the unseen wound the blonde glanced down at it, looking almost childish and most definitely innocent. She had a sweet way abuot her, a gentleness despite her trade. She was not forward by nature, it was just her occupation that had her approaching men the way she had Lancelot and it was curiosity that had her ask what she did. An insatiable curiosity and a longing to know more about everything in the world that was out of her reach. Her smile twitched about her lips as she shimmied her hips from side to side slowly, her hazy green eyes becoming more focussed, more interested as Lancelot spoke about the battle.
He moved closer to her. Catherine parted her lips, holding her breath as he did so. She looked at his lips barely visible beneath the dark hair on his upper lip. His words mesmerised her, they conjured images in her mind were vivid, imagining a hairy, faithless race of warrior men. Bigger than the woads, fairer than the woads, more terrifying than the woads. Brutes! It quickened her heart. She had no longing to see these Saxons face-to-face but to have knowledge of them, to know them amongst the other peoples of the world, now that would be a thing... Lancelot was moving closer to her, his hand touching her cheek. Catherine let her breath loose, slowly, eyes shutting as she smiled at him, chuckling huskily at his accusation that battles aroused her. The whore did not move however, she remained swaying before him at his mercy for a moment longer before letting her eyes flutter open. "And if it does?" she asked prettily, her tone suggestive but not agreeing with what he asked either.
His hand wrapped around her arm. He may have been all sweetness in giving her options, but the man knew what he wanted. Catherine smirked at him and nodded her head. She pouted her lips and walked on ahead of him, pushing open the door to Arland's room. She knew he wasn't there - he never was. The whore led the way, swaying into the room as if she did own it. She smiled over her shoulder at Lancelot, leaving him by the door as she went to stoke the fire to life. Once that was done she went back to Lancelot, smiling prettily as she slowly pulled the laces of her bodice loose. Catherine sighed a lazy breath. "Now -- what can I tell you about me that could possibly interest you? Or perhaps. .. hmmm, perhaps I could show you something instead?" the whore purred, dropping her hand into the washbowl along the way, trickling her fingers against the cool liquid. When she came to stand in front of Lancelot she lifted her moist fingers and touched his cheek. "You warm my blood and I'll warm yours..." she promised, tilting her head to the side, parting her lips as she leaned her face in close to his. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:32 PM Post #161 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:32 pm Jols Deciding to join the others at their table, the Squire informed the serving girl that he was moving over to the other table and to bring his meal with her. Once at the table, Jols leaned back slightly in his chair to give her room to place the tray down in front of him. When there was a slight lull in their conversations, he swallowed his mouthful before speaking to his friends. "Greetings Neeve, Bors, and Tristan." Jols said to each of them in turn before going back to his meal. Biting into the bread, his thoughts went back to the comment Tristan made to him back in the courtyard and used that as a starting point. "Who made the worst screw-up in your opinion, Tristan? Scipio or Barbattus?" Jols asked conversationally while glancing at the Scout sideways. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:34 PM Post #162 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 3:32 pm Mari Mari didn't know what to think when Milan brushed past her. She stepped slightly to the side. Not that he would have walked over her, but just to ensure that he did not trip over her feet. She watched him warily as he pulled the bed towards the fire as she had suggested but there seemed to be little in the way of emotion on his face for her to read. Mari's gut twisted and she placed a hand on her tummy, looking at Milan with more and more worry in her eyes until he finally stopped, hands on the bed frame and sighed. Mari waited, holding her breath for him to say something, or to tell her something in the silent way that they had come to perfect.
Him... ? Him him him ... who? Mari expired the breath but her head tilted to the side, her face a mask of innocent confusion. Who was 'him'? Was he,... did he mean Rafe? Did he think she still harboured those kinds of feelings for him?!! Mari was about to laugh off Milan's worry, her face broke into a smile but it turned into a sickening grimace when she realised, when the face of the 'him' Milan spoke of came to her mind. A handsome face but it was not grizzled like Rafe's, nto familiar and comforting like Rafe's. It made her stomach churn. Mari's mouth dropped open and she looked away quickly, unable to look at Milan. Her face was silhouetted against the blaze of the fire, her eyeslid fluttering but not blinking properly. He thought that she would think of ... of him? Of ... Mordred? While they were, if they were, if he touched her ... and ... he really thought that?
Mari flinched now at Milan's admission. Of course she took the words in the completely wrong sense of what he intended. She thought he meant that in general he could not love her, that he didn't know how to love. Mari didn't know how to complain or argue back at that. She was shaking, her hands shivering and not from the cold. Her gaze flickered briefly to Milan but ducked quickly, embarrassed. Her brows twitched downwards and then upwards, too quickly and then she cleared her throat. "Oh.. I .. " she misunderstood his words entirely. Where he said he didn't know how, Mari was reading 'I dont want to love you' or something along those lines. "That's ok... I mean, it's not ... it's not like you have to, or anything, I don't think it means... Milan, I'm sorry." Mari said abruptly, hunching her shoulders and turning away from him. She stared horrified into the fire a hand to her mouth. Had she taken it all wrong? Had her understanding of his silences and silent communications been all wrong? Did he not ... did he not really llove her ? Hadn't he said he did though. Hesitantly, Mari looked over her shoulder at Milan, her fingers still touching her bottom lip, her appearance very frail, very uncertain. "I don't know what that means..." she admitted in a whisper. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:35 PM Post #163 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 4:22 pm Linnette
“Purple and green?” Linnette repeated wonderingly, oblivious for the moment to Drake’s renewed discomfort- she was too busy trying to imagine sand that was any of those colors that he had mentioned. Red…all right, there were red rocks in some places, so there could, she supposed, be red sand, but blue and purple and green? Her mind couldn’t even wrap itself around the concept. The pictures she tried to pull up in her mind seemed ridiculous to her, like something out of a fairy tale, but they must be real- Drake had said it was true, and she had no reason to doubt him. He wasn’t a fanciful person, and even more important, he wouldn’t tell her an untruth. It had to be true! “I’ve always wanted to travel there- and Rome, even Egypt!” Her cheeks colored a little at the admission, to an ambition that might have been considered unrealistic by many in this part of the world, but her eyes still shone with the excitement of it, the images that his words had conjured up. It must be like…like another world! She was still turning those pictures, colored and added to by things she had read, over in her mind when, a moment later, they mounted the infirmary’s steps. Out of the corner of her eye Linnette spotted Adian, the carpenter, apparently leaving the premises- but she paid him little heed. The door to the infirmary was right in front of her, and Dagonet was somewhere not too far beyond it…a little squirm of nervousness assailed her stomach, now. What if he didn’t want to see her, after all? She gave Drake a little nervous grimace as he held the door open for her, then stepped inside the big main room- which, though occupied by quite a few people, seemed strangely empty now, compared to the last time she had seen it, crowded with refugees from the Woad attack, of which she had been one. Now, the only ones here were healers and wounded and sick- Linnette spotted Galahad on a bed not too far away, and in the row beyond that- there was Dagonet, with Saoirse beside him, her red hair drawing the eye even from across the room. Linnette took a deep breath, touched the ring hanging around her neck in a silent remembrance- or perhaps request for reassurance- and started down the aisle towards her father-in-law, once again setting the brave smile on her face. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:36 PM Post #164 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:04 pm Ione Ione walked slowly toward the door, then heard Linnesse arise and move to the door in front of her. It had not been the cheeriest conversation on record, though Linnesse had accepted the dress which made Ione very happy. That happiness could not dim the sadness she felt inside, and it made her realize that life was short and that one had to live each moment to the fullest. For now, though, Ione would grieve for Gedeon and Accolon....and possibly the loss of Javier as well, though she was not sure yet if he was, or was not alive...
The door opened, and Ione's eyes followed the light out of the room, then left her eyes follow that light into the room and mingle slightly with the dim of the candle. Raising her dark eyes, Ione left them meet Linnesse's kind but tired ones, "You are most welcome for the dress. I am glad you like it." The weaver took a few steps out of the room as Linnesse mentioned Accolon's name. She could not believe that he was dead and Gedeon as well...how many others had died while she was gone enjoying life with Javier? Placing the hood over her long auburn hair, Ione smiled slightly, "Aye, Linnesse. He was a fine man and a good knight...so was Gedeon. Why do all good men have to die while the evil ones are allowed to live?" Granted Accolon for all she and Linnesse knew, had died of sickness....but just the same, could not an evil man have died of that disease so that Accolon could live? Life was so damned unfair! "Thank you for letting me visit, Linnesse....I hope we can talk again soon," Sadly, Ione turned, and for a moment thought her feet had gotten stuck to the pavement, but then she started to slowly take a few steps... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 20 2010, 01:37 PM Post #165 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:51 am Alina
Alina did know what type of character Kolya was. The underlying offer of his words was as clear as the pealing of bells, and perhaps given that was the reason she had turned to rebuke him. It was disrespectful the way he sometimes spoke, and she was not one bit impressed. There was a very fine line between civility and common decency, both of which Kolya seemed to lack. Brute was the perfect description for him. She did not expect him to be a dashing prince charming, but would it have been so incredibly difficult for him to retain even a shred of dignified mannerism? Rome had stolen his life, beaten him up and then torn him down. Blood and war and pain was all he probably had ever known. Alina understood. But, she was not Rome. She was a human being and so was he. He needed to find his way back to the land of the living and learn to treat people better than whores to a common enemy. Alina was willing to meet him half-way, but it was up to Kolya to take that first step toward change. "Fine," Alina replied, her tone sounding more dismissive than eager to comply to his request and shrugged her shoulder. She did not wait for him to help her to her feet. Shifting her position, the woman planted both feet firmly on the ground, bending her knees to help with leverage, and used the palm of her hand to hoist herself into a crouching position. Carefully, she stood erect from there, ignoring the throbbing in her right ankle. Casually she padded over to where Kolya was, purposely tripping over herself in those few steps, her slight weight falling in against him - all part of her plan to catch him off guard. Her hands gripped his forearms in support as she steadied herself; then simultaneously the healer lifted her face and hand, her hand striking him once across the cheek, although not nearly hard enough to leave any lasting damage. "That didn't hurt, did it?" she mused, with a petulant pout to her lips. Her features turned smug. |
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