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August 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 10:22 am
Kolya


Kolya didn't want to change. Kolya didn't even think there was
any point in his even wanting to. He was far too old, far too
stuck in his ways to start changing his habits now. And why
would he? This Sarmatian had no intentions on becoming fast
friends with any of the younger fellas here. He had no
intention on returning to Sarmatia to mingle with the boys his
age who had not been taken into Rome's service, to see how
they had fared without the influence of the Empire... he had
Mari but she was an irritating little gnat and would bounce
back to him regardless of his attitude or not. She always had
before.

Alina
 
"Fine."


Nope - that didn't sound good.

The old Sarmatian smirked and stood up, backing away from
Alina with raised eyebrows, watching in merry amusement as she
got herself off the mucky ground. She was doing oh so well
until she came towrds him and then promptly staggered again.
There was something in the way she fell that made Kolya wonder…

Her hands were cold against his warmer forearms. He glanced up
at her with a half-smile of questionning on his face, about to
ask her if she was 'falling for him' - ha ha - when her hand,
slender but oh so stingingly, clattered across his cheek. The
stun was enough to make him gasp and his hands lashed out
automatically, disloding her grip and taking hold of her
wrists himself, his mouth opened to rebuke her severely for
the slap but two things stopped him -

A flicker of movement behind them, Gawain. And the smug look
on Alina's face.

Alina
 
"That didn't hurt, did it?"


Kolya cocked an eyebrow at her and glanced over her dark head
towards Gawain again. He narrowed his eyes at the fair-haired
knight and then looked down at Alina sternly.

"More surprise than pain." he growled at her, his lip curling
in mild distaste and false amusement at her question. He
pulled her towards him quite suddenly, pinning her arms
between their chests and resolutely slammed his hand against
her backside, hauling her hips towards his as he nodded over
her head towards Gawain -

"Should we give our audience something worth reporting?" he
asked sourly.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:04 am
Ione


Ione had never been pregnant, and had only heard other women
talk of what they had gone through, and in her assessment, she
was going through some of them. Neeve so far had just
acknowledged what Ione was saying, and she was glad that the
healer was willing to listen. The wench came back with a warm
mug of tea, and Ione took it greatfuly, immediately bringing
it to her lips, and taking a good sip of the brew. The weaver
could not help but make a sad heavy sigh as she took another
sip while taking in the looks of those around the table.
Something the soldier had said to Tristan had upset
him....Bors had not said much now and was attentive on his
food...Jols had fallen quiet as well, and the boy had left.
Ione waited then for Neeve's answer, but she did not have to
wait long....

Neeve
 
“You think?”


....Ione's dark brown eyes met Neeve's blue ones. Ione's voice
shook a bit with a hint of a sob for the grief she was feeling
was still very new. Looking down a bit at the table then at
Neeve, she spoke low again so that once again only Neeve could
hear, 'I-I...guess I don't think so... I am sure of it...I
think it's....' Ione felt distressed and like everyone was
staring at her suddenly. She just could not say Javier's name
here, but instead looked down at the family crest ring on her
finger: the promise that her love would be back. There was no
doubt that the child she was carrying was Javier's. She
recalled their first time sharing love shortly after she had
been rescued from the rubble. He had declined her attempts to
seduce him at first, but then later she gave herself to him.
They had become lovers after that time, then recently at her
homestead...

'Neeve, I need help...he won't...I mean I am not sure he'll
be...' Ione took another sip of her tea, and looked down into
her reflection there not wanting others to see her
sadness...She could almost hear Neeve's "I told you so" reply.
Ione supposed that she'd hear that from everyone as she was
known for her crushes, but only she, herself, knew Javier's
heart. Until she heard otherwise, Ione had no doubt that he'd
be back. They' sworn love and loyalty to each other, and she
held to that...

'I did not know...who else to...turn to...I am so scared...'
And upset and stressed...so confused...
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Author: Darya
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 12:43 pm
Neeve


Tristan nodded 'yes' at her question…and when this particular
knight admitted such a thing, then something was indeed not
right. Neeve wrinkled her nose and glanced from the scout to
the unknown soldier and back…

Tristan
 
“I… I wouldn’t know what to do,”


Reuben
 
"I don't know either, sir, but maybe you could just tell
her to shut the fuck up....? We don't want to hurt her,
we just want for her to be quiet....um....maybe take her
some food? Please sir. Please come with me."


Her? Could that be the Woad woman that had been spoken about
in Arthur’s room earlier in the day? Neeve felt the urge to
mutter that a little pain might shut the forest creature up
for a while…but resisted to actually do so. She was not
exactly fond of the Woads despite being a native Briton
herself. It had been a Woad attack that had destroyed her
perfect little world way back then. It had been burning Woad
arrows that had killed her parents and her siblings… The
raven-haired woman cleared her throat slightly and leaned over
to Tristan for a moment. She just hated to see him so
helpless…even though that was a very rare thing anyway. “If
you decide to go…I could accompany you if you like…for moral
support…” With that, Neeve gave the Sarmatian a brief wry
smile and then sat back again…giving another wry smile at the
soldier, who had brought the 'bad news' to the scout. Of
course the woman had no idea if she would be of any help at
all…but it felt right to at least offer support to
Tristan…especially since Bors had fallen all silent and seemed
to focus on eating and maybe listening…

But then Ione brought herself to Neeve’s attention again by
answering the healer’s earlier question. Right…pregnancy…the
topic of the day apparently… However, the Briton met Tristan’s
gaze again for a moment to silently confirm her offer before
looking at the weaver opposite her once more…

Ione
 
'I-I...guess I don't think so... I am sure of it...I
think it's.... Neeve, I need help...he won't...I mean I
am not sure he'll be... I did not know...who else
to...turn to...I am so scared...'


The healer raised both eyebrows and tried focus on the
hesitantly spoken words that came from the other woman and to
make sense out of them. She was acting so very different from
Darya, who at least had appeared to be composed; rather
hesitant, but calm. Though Neeve could not be sure if that was
indeed the case for she was no mind-reader. Anyway, Ione
admitted to be scared…well, and she looked the part for sure.
Yet Neeve had just offered Tristan to help him if needed…and
she could hardly be there for the scout and the weaver. Oh,
how she hated predicaments.

“Right…right…”, the Briton mused and sipped some more of her
tea, not sure how to react. What did Ione expect from her?
Neeve could patch up wounds and try to fight other physical
illnesses…but she was not really good in being an empathic
listener who speaks soothing words to make someone else feel
better. She was no counselor of some sort, by the Gods.

“Look…this is a natural thing…and you have no reason to be
scared…”, the healer then explained quietly, “…you’ll go
through some physical changes…some are not so bad…some can
make you feel rather poorly. First of all I’d say you should
find some sleep to calm down…and then find me in the infirmary
tomorrow. I can show you some herbs and spices that can help
dealing with the changes…okay?” Neeve furrowed her brow
questioningly, not sure if Ione would be alright with her
proposition. It was quite late and it had been a rather
eventful day…and she had yet to deal with the personal task
Arthur had assigned to her. Well, and then there was Tristan’s
little Woad problem, which seemed to be the more urgent
matter…something that should be taken care of now. Ione, on
the other hand, would still be pregnant tomorrow…right?
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 2:05 pm

Tristan


Reuben
 
"I don't know either, sir, but maybe you could just tell
her to shut the fuck up....? We don't want to hurt her,
we just want for her to be quiet....um....maybe take her
some food? Please sir. Please come with me."


Just tell her to shut up? Take her some fucking food? Like
that was going to do any good! If they wanted her to shut up
so badly, why the fuck didn't they just knock her on the
head?? Since when had Romans been guilty of being too soft?
Were the Woads not their enemies? Someone ought to show those
old-womanish guards how to deal with prisoners!

A wave of anger suddenly suffusing him, Tristan slapped both
hands on the table and surged to his feet with an inarticulate
growl, his eyes blazing. Behind him, the bench wobbled with
the force of his rising, despite the considerable ballast of
Bors holding it down at the other end. On the table, the hawk
squeaked in alarm, and Tristan's manner softened just a
fraction, long enough to scoop up the bird and place her on
his shoulder again. Not that he could take her down in the
dungeons...but he couldn't just leave her here, either. Oh,
well, he'd cross that bridge a bit later. He glanced over at
Neeve again, trying to catch her eye...but the healer was deep
in conversation with Ione, and Tristan caught snatches of what
she was saying, things like "natural thing" and "physical
changes". Fucking women and their incomprehensible physical
problems!

"No food- I'm not a damn serving maid," the scout growled
finally at the hapless soldier, as he stepped around him and
strode towards the tavern doors, his long strides eating up
the distance, the soles of his boots pounding out the rhythm
of his anger on the floor. Men scooted uneasily out of his way
as he passed, but he hardly saw them- he was thinking only of
what he would do when he reached the dungeons. Beat Neeria's
head in, probably. And if that guard wanted her to have food,
he could bring it his damn self.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 4:19 pm
Drake and Galahad


Drake wasn't insulted by Galahad - not in the least. He didn't
much like the little twerp but he did have a vested interest
in his well-being, simply because it would keep Alina happy.
And that wasn't for reasons that most people would think
either. He liked Alina. He liked that she wasn't like other
women at the fortress. She had a bit of zest in her, she had a
bite. Much like Linnette - except his reasons for noticing
Linnette at first was the touch of her hand and nothing to do
with her behaviour.

Amused, Drake looked back at Linnette to see her stiffen in
response. He was about to shake his head and lift his hand,
discouraging her from responding but already he saw her lips
forming the words. He glanced down at Galahad then, warning in
his green eyes, warning the young knight not to say anything
he might regret --

Linnette
 
"That was rude,"


But of course Galahad didn't get the hint.

He was surly. He was hurting both inside and out. Gawain had
left because he had pretty much told him to, Alina had gone
because ,.... because... well he didn't know why she had gone,
and Fiona had gone too because he had told her to leave him
the hell alone once he had gotten his side stitched. What the
hell was Drake doing sticking his noble nose in? And Linnette!
Linnette of all people!

The young Sarmatian had to temper his reaction to Linnette's
rising chastisement. He was well aware of how awkward he had
been when she had been told about Gedeon, how no-one had known
how to approach her, how easy it had been to turn away from
her grief despite knowing it was the honourable thing to
remain and talk her through it - but Galahad grieved for
Gedeon too. And he was dealing with the break-down of, what he
thought, was a very good relationship. He had been battered,
physicaly and emotionally, and now Linnette was telling him he
was rude ?!

Snorting, the curly-haired knight glanced up at her and
scoffed.

"No that wasn't rude - but if you hang about long enough I'll
bloody well show you rude." he snapped quietly. He could feel
the prickle of threat and anger from Drake and gave him a
dismissive wave of his hand, turning his head away to glower
miserably at the wall. There was a very distinct tightening
about his wrist however, and when he looked around he could
see that Drake had his rather large and thick hand pressing
down on his arm as he leaned forward, his head tilted so that
the fiery pressure in his eyes was clearly visible to the
younger man.

"I am sure you didn't mean that, boy..." Drake said quietly,
not putting enough pressure on his arm to hurt, but enough to
allow Galahad to realise that he could hurt if he chose to.
Confused blue eyes flickered from Drake's face close to him
then back to Linnette's. He never really liked Linnette - he
always found her kind of snooty, aloof... Roman. It grated on
Galahad's frayed nerves to see a British woman acting so...
so... so bloody Roman.

And yet Drake was kind of right... he didn't really mean to
upset Linnette, and he didn't want to be rude, but he would be
rude if he had to be. Something about the way Drake leaned
over him suggested it would be best to be rude to the man
rather thn the woman.. and that was easy. Galahad had never
liked the odd relationship he seemed to have with Alina. Like
they were best buddies or something... it wasn't right.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:24 pm
Linnette


Galahad
 
"No that wasn't rude- but if you hang about long enough
I'll bloody well show you rude."


Drake
 
"I am sure you didn't mean that, boy..."


"It's all right," seeing Drake grip Galahad's wrist
threateningly, Linnette stepped hastily forward and laid a
restraining hand on Drake's own wrist, just above where he was
holding the young knight. Galahad might get on her nerves even
at the best of times, but she could sense the potential for
things between the two men to escalate- and she hadn't really
meant to start a fight. In fact...that was very likely how
Galahad had gotte hurt, as she suddenly remembered. There had
been a brawl in the tavern that afternoon, and Galahad had
been involved. Linnesse had told her about it- it had happened
right before she and Derfel had come to help with the move.

"Looks like Galahad's had enough problems for one day,
anyway," she added, unable to keep a touch of sarcasm out of
her voice. She didn't have much sympathy for men who got in
bar fights- they were nothing but trouble, and Gedeon, for
instance, never would have lowered himself to something like
that, unless defending someone weaker was involved. And it was
probably too much to hope for that Galahad's motives involved
anything like that.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:49 pm
Ione


The woman shivered a bit, and looked to Neeve hopeful that the
healer would have some answers. She looked over at Tristan who
seemed to be holding back some sort of displeasure at what the
soldier was saying. She knew from working in the tavern for a
while, that Tristan liked to be left alone...unless there were
times like this when he and Bors had been talking. At times,
Ione did seem to notice that there was some sort of
communication going on between the scout and Neeve. Something
important that had to do with whatever the soldier was
saying...something about a woad prisoner screaming? But why
would she want to see a Sarmatian knight? Ione did not
understand, but perhaps he wanted Neeve's help as well, and
Ione was willing to wait. Neeve's voice brought her attention
back to the other woman....

Neeve
 
“Right…right…” “Look…this is a natural thing…and you
have no reason to be scared…” “…you’ll go through some
physical changes…some are not so bad…some can make you
feel rather poorly. First of all I’d say you should find
some sleep to calm down…and then find me in the
infirmary tomorrow. I can show you some herbs and spices
that can help dealing with the changes…okay?”


"Thank you, Neeve...I will come to the infirmary tomorrow
then," Accolon and Gedeon are dead, and Javier is god knows
where leaving me with a baby to raise by myself, and you want
me to calm down and sleep...right... Ione took another sip of
the still warm tea and drained the mug. She was feeling tired,
and it had been a seemingly long day for her. She kept her
hands around the warm mug though it was empty, and could not
help noticing that perhaps there was something Tristan needed
Neeve for as well as the knight kept catching her attention.
Ione nodded slightly at the healer, then stood up from where
she sat tossing three coins on the table in front of her empty
bowl and mug. Casting a sad glance down at Neeve, then over to
Tristan and Bors, then Jols. Without knowing it, just their
company had been very welcomed...though it did not take away
the grief and sadness Ione was still feeling. It was as though
the world had grown dark and full of gloom...especially since
she saw Javier's horse disappear over the moors. Ione had made
the decision to come back to the fort, and wait for him there.

Javier would not break his promise to her....would he? He had
told her that he loved her with every breath he had. 'I
suppose I should get back to the shop and get some sleep
then,' Ione said softly. She felt exhausted from the heaviness
on her heart and the other worries that seemed to heap
themselves on her soul. She had just turned her back slightly
to the table when the thunderous sound of Tristan hitting the
table made her jump slightly. The knight was now standing up,
growling under his breath. Ione froze as the hawk cried out in
alarm, then watched Tristan pick up the injured bird placing
it on his shoulder. Ione saw Tristan glance at Neeve again
just as they had finished their conversation...

Tristan
 
"No food- I'm not a damn serving maid,"


Ione stepped back a bit as Tristan left the tavern. For once
she felt sorry for the guard who had come to report to the
scout. Looking back at those left at the table, Ione nodded,
"I should go...I'll see you tomorrow." She cast her glance
once again at the man Neeve had identified as Titrus and gave
him a smile and a nod, before getting ready to take her
leave.she was so very tired that perhaps she'd sleep in
tomorrow as she had not had a decent night's sleep in a long
time...
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 1:31 am
Neeve


Ione
 
"Thank you, Neeve...I will come to the infirmary tomorrow then.  I suppose I should get back to the shop and get some sleep then,'


The Briton opened her mouth to say something…but in that very
moment, Tristan slammed his palms onto the table and stood.
Neeve’s head whipped around and her blue eyes pierced the
scout for a long moment. If he walked down to the dungeons in
this mood, someone would get killed…no doubt. And when the
Sarmatian met her gaze yet again, her decision was made. And
while Tristan picked up his injured but very alarmed hawk,
Neeve turned towards Ione again while emptying her mug of tea
in one go.

“Yes, yes…”, the healer replied, almost feeling a bit sorry to
be so distracted by Tristan and therewith to not be able to
give Ione the attention the other woman certainly deserved,
“…keep yourself warm during the night…avoid sleeping in a
draught or something. Any sickness of you affects the unborn
as well… Always keep that in mind…” With that, the
raven-haired woman gave Ione an as empathic smile as possible
for her and then stood from the table…placing a few coins on
it while her blue gaze shifted from Ione to Tristan and back…

Tristan
 
"No food- I'm not a damn serving maid,"


Neeve pursed her lips and sighed quietly. “I’m sorry…but…”,
she added into Ione’s direction and then gave Bors, Jols…and
even Titrus and the other Roman fella a nod before hurrying
after Tristan, who was half out of the tavern already. Boy,
was he pissed! No one dared to stand in his way has he
approached the doors. Neeve puffed out a breath and arched an
eyebrow at the scout once she was by his side and adapted to
his walking pace. She glanced back over her shoulder at the
poor soldier who had managed to get the scout into this really
bad mood and shot him a 'see what you have done?'-look before
looking sideways at Tristan. “So what’s the deal with this
prisoner?”, she asked and tilted her head slightly, expecting
some more details from the man...
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 1:33 am
Alina


Kolya
 
"More surprise than pain. Should we give our audience
something worth reporting?"


Certainly Alina had crossed some line with that slap, but
justifiably, Kolya had earned it. Her face fell and she set
her jaw when he brusquely extricated her hold. His sudden
vice-like grip on her wrists wasn't painful, but it was also
not exceptionally comfortable either. Apparently he was
allowed to be amused by her mishaps, but the moment the
control point was on her and the tables were turned, he was no
longer as jovial about it. She arched a brow as a dark look
cast a shadow on his handsome face, internally steeling
herself for some kind of rebuke. He had never raised a hand to
her before, and there was no fear in her eyes that he would,
just curiosity as to where this sudden burst of unsettledness
was going. With Kolya there never seemed to be an identifiable
pattern. He could be impulsive, unpredictable. She waited.

She squeaked out a quiet gasp of surprise when the man hauled
her body up against his, holding her against him in a mildly
suggestive manner. It took a moment for the woman to form a
coherent thought. Audience? The healer craned her neck to
looked behind her, wide brown eyes immediately training on
Gawain, who was looking rather stand-offish not far away.
Instead of something more befitting like embarrassment or
remorse flashing across Alina's face, it was chagrin that
graced her features.

"He wouldn't," Alina murmured under her breath, scoffing in
disbelief.

Had Galahad sent his friend to spy on her? Was this the kind
of petty desperation he had been reduced to, sending Gawain to
watch his lover for him? To make sure she was behaving herself
and not fucking every two-legged being within the
circumference of the fort? The thought was not only insulting,
but also down-right degrading of her character. Was this what
her lover thought her to be, some common whore?

She huffed out a breath, face averted to hide the flush of red
to her cheeks, as she turned back to Kolya.

"Get me out of here," Alina pleaded quietly, her tone gritty.
"Let him think what he wants."
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 7:22 am
Dagonet


When Dagonet finally oppened his eyes Saoirse was there with
him, trying to gently clean his skin with wet cloth. Which was
a surprising thing to see for the tall knight, as he was not
feeling this while being asleep. He had to be so much tired that his mind just flew away. Nothing disturbed his sleep... he just woke up and looked with a frown and still not awake completely at the gentle little hands over his arm. He cleared his throat as he tried to wake up fully. After a deep yawn the big Sarmatian looked a little higher to catch the face of his lover. A light smile adorned his face for a second... leting her know that it was good to see her.

But no words escaped him. Nothing came to his mind. He just
watched Saoirse for a long moment.

A familiar voice caught his atention. Galahad laying on the
bed... Was he injured also? When? How? A frown appeared on
Dagonet's face.

But all of questions and doubts went away as he saw who was
beside his fellow Sarmatian.

Linnette... with Drake close by.

Linnette...

Dagonet's gaze dropped to the floor and uncertainty crept all
over him. He still felt guilty over Gedeon's death. And still
he saw Linnette's teary face. He still was angry over himself
that he could not comfort her in the way he should done it. He
was angry at himself that he had done nothing for her. He had
not said the right words...
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:53 am
Ione


Ione Kept her eyes on the door Tristan had just exited from,
and then turned back to Neeve. She felt sorry for the healer
as it seemed that she never got enough rest...and then to have
her come and lay all of her problems on Neeve's shoulders. The
weaver totally understood if Neeve needed to be somewhere
else, and Tristan seemed in need of the healer's assisstance,
so Ione left it at that. Perhaps it had to do with an ill
prisoner or something. The healer had stood after finishing
her tea, and had placed some coins on the table...

Neeve
 
“Yes, yes…” “…keep yourself warm during the night…avoid
sleeping in a draught or something. Any sickness of you
affects the unborn as well… Always keep that in mind…”
“I’m sorry…but…”


"I will Neeve, and thank you again...I am sorry I was not
cheerier company..." Their eyes met briefly before Neeve
hurried after the very upset scout. Ione did not think she had
seen Tristan so angry, but then he probably had good reason
to. With a heavy sigh, Ione glanced at Jols, the soldier and
Bors, "Well Gentlemen, I should call it a night...ya heard
what the healer said." She turned and left the table, passing
by the table where Titrus and the other man (Quintus) were
seated, and could not help but take in the memory of the
gentle face of Titrus. She would save it for her dreams....

Quietly she left the tavern, pulling the hood over her head
and her cloak tighter about her body, and headed toward her
shop where she knew unfinished work lay waiting for her. Would
Mirtha still be there and just as angry with her as he had
been when she had left earlier? Somehow, he still scared her a
bit with his drinking, but she had promised to help him.
Perhaps Neeve would know of some herbs that would assisst her
in this...something to lace his wine with.

It was not long before she reached the shop, unlatched the
door and stepped inside, closing and latching it behind her.
Leaning her back against it, Ione left out a heavy sigh of
sadness, stress and exhaustion. Moving away from the door,
Ione took off her cloak, noting that she did not see Mirtha
there, but then he could be in the small room...or getting
drunk in the stables...

Quietly she made it to the small room, opened the door, and
began to get ready for bed. Her thoughts were with Javier at
night, and as she crawled under the warm covers and closed her
eyes, the handsome Southerner who owned her heart was there...
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:06 am
Derfel


In Derfel’s current state of inebriation, he still wasn’t
observant enough to note the dress he’d plunked the basket of
food on or why Linnesse seemed to be a bit annoyed at him for
it. But no matter…better to be a little oblivious for a while
instead of suffering in silent torment for the recent painful
events in the young knight’s life. Ale was a good thing at
times….Derfel would be sure to thank his new friend Lucius for
giving the knight some reprieve from his troubles with that
barrel of ale.

Derfel made a nonsensical sound of contentment as Linnesse’s
tiny hand slid ‘round his waist and she began to guide him
towards their private room.

Linnesse
 
“She went to the infirmary to see Dagonet. I was taking
a nap until…”


“Mhmmm…good,” Derfel acknowledged Linnesse’s explanation for
why they were currently alone and then silently offered a
small prayer for Dagonet’s recovery. Derfel had become quite
close to the older knight in the past week and the gods
willing; he’d have Dagonet as a good friend and mentor for
years to come.

Linnesse
 
“You must have enjoyed that ale,”


Derfel snorted a laugh and continued to walk with Linnesse
towards their room; his hand around her slender waste
tightening with each step. But when she dropped his other
hand, Derfel glanced over to see Linnesse fumbling with the
blanket that was wrapped around her body….

Linnesse
 
“Um…could you…”


“Uh…remove this? Yes…” He teased, but before Derfel could
truly be of any help to Linnesse the basket of food managed to
slip from her grasp and drop to the floor at their feet. That
was preceded by an exclamation from Linnesse which had Derfel
completely puzzled. Surely the blanket slipping from her
shoulder had not caused his lover discomfort….and in his less
than observant condition; Derfel had to struggle not to
chuckle out loud. He bit at his lip before saying a word.

“What happened? You alright, luv?” Derfel finally managed
while trying to keep his hold on Linnesse while bending down
enough to reach the basket at her feet. He surely did not want
their meal to be spoiled!
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 2:06 pm
Amadeus


Arthur turned away from him.

Amadeus' shoulders sagged just a little and he looked down at
his gloved palms, flexing his fingers inwards. He had no idea
why Arthur had turned his back on him and he was feeling
rather too tired to give too much of a damn too. He had been
up all night with the woad attack and then he had had to ride
out to Merlin and now here he stood in Arthur's quarters in
pain and weary. Yet he would not rest, he could not rest - not
when Rome had been so blatantly ridiculed by such a barbaric
race!

Arthur
 
“I have known Merlin for many years….nothing short of
seeking an audience with him myself will do to salvage
this…if it is not yet too late,”


Finally the Commander spoke.

Amadeus looked up, his grey eyes squinted slightly as he
focussed on what Arthur had said. For a moment he felt a pang
of indignation for the half-accusation that he read into what
Arthur said, or rather, implied. It was as if only Arthur
Castus, the great Arthur bloody Castus, could treat with
Merlin, only Arthur Castus could grovel well enough for the
Woad leader to ensure compliance. Gritting his teeth to
prevent himself from speaking, Amadeus tensed his jaw and
looked down again.

Arthur
 
“There is wine on the table, Please refresh yourself and
sit, I will send for Captain Barbattus and hear the
reasons for his actions,”


His voice made Amadeus look up again. He nodded his head and
refrained from giving any indication of gratitude beyond that
inclination that Arthur was allowing him to sit. The Optio
tried his hardest not to make it obvious that he was in some
pain, but having been in such pain and then standing like he
had, he now felt quite stiff and moving was jerkily done. He
dropped onto the seat of the chair with a huff and shook his
head as he removed his gloves. That Arthur was going to allow
the Captain to explain himself should have annoyed Amadeus,
but he found himself rather curious as to what the Captain
might come up with by way of excuse for his rash actions and
his rasher words.

The Optio leaned forward to take the goblet of wine. He took a
meagre sip and placed it back on the table - not feigning to
be in need of anything though his thirst was making his throat
ache and the hunger made his stomach tight. He leaned back in
the chair, gloves draped over his firm thigh and waited
patiently for the Captain to be summoned.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 2:38 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Uh…remove this? Yes…what happened? You alright, luv?”


"OW! I hit...my toe..." Linnesse grunted, hopping on one foot
in pain, her face drawn into a grimace. She reached down to
clutch at her hurting toes with one hand, turning on the spot
uselessly as she tried to push the sudden pain away. Did
anything hurt worse than a suddenly and unexpectedly stubbed
toe? At the moment, Linnesse couldn't think of anything. She
hopped once more, hissing between her teeth- and then suddenly
Derfel, trying hang onto her and bend over for the dropped
basket at the same time, tugged inconveniently on her waist,
and she tipped over, barely hopping out of the way of the
basket on her way down, and landed on her bottom just inside
the doorway of their bedroom.

"Ooof!" she exhaled sharply with the impact as she plopped
onto the floor.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Aug 30, 2008 2:46 pm
Catherine


It was not something that Catherine did for the pleasure of
men, but keeping herself compulsively clean seemed to have a
wonderful effect on her appeal to men who were so used to the
grime and muck of warrioring. When Lancelot leaned in, taking
a sniff of her fresh, clean scent, Catherine tipped her head
foward a fraction, almost as if she were granting him
permission to breathe in her heady, floral scent. It quite
surprised her, given what she knew of this knight in
particular, when Lancelot didn't kiss her. Her eyebrows
raised, her lips quirking in a smile when he took her hand,
kissing the underside of it. It was a sweet gesture, one which
earned him a twinkling smile...

Lancelot
 
"Let me clean up. Besides - why rush? The pleasures of
the evening can be worth waiting for,"


Well that was a pleasing thought!

Catherine was not averse to grubby men but she cuoldn't help
but feel as if she were being treated well by Lancelot because
he wanted to be clean before doing anything more than kissing
her hand and breathing in her scent. The blonde blinked
lazily, pursing her lips as he moved one step back. Her
eyebrow cocked upwards when he started to unbuckle the leather
bindings that held his swords.

Ponderous green eyes followed the swords as they were
deposited carefully over the back of a chair. Catherine wasn't
used to weaponary - she never had to be in her choice of
employment, but she couldn't help but look at the swords with
an almost covetous eye. Not that she wanted them - but simply
to know the story of them... why did he fight with two swords
instead of one? Was it a habit of his tribe in Sarmatia? And
if so, why?

The insatiable thirst for knowledge was kept well within her
grips however, as the blonde watched in unsurprised amusement
as Lancelot removed his tunic. For a moment she barely noticed
the bruises, smiling at the sinewy, strong and attractive body
taht the knight had. When she did start noticing the
discoloration, realising that most of the color on his body
wasn't shadow but bruising, Catherine felt her smile falter a
little.

His breeches were next, he let them slide to the floor without
any sign of modesty. Catherine was not brazen but she did take
a look down the naked length of his body as he removed his
boots, her green eyes becoming rather pinched about the edges,
a surge of sympathy bubbling inside of her to see a human body
so battered, so abused...

And why?

Lancelot
 
"I see a few spare articles of clothing. I hope whomever
they belong to can accept donating them to a brave
knight in the service of mighty Rome."


Oh Catherine knew the story of the Sarmatians and why they
were here, she kenw their servitude to Rome... but seeing the
battered body of a man before her and hearing his tone when
speaking of that great caues that had him so bloodily battered
was unnerving. The blonde felt goosebumps rise up and down her
body as she nodded, gesturing to the clothing that he had his
eyes on, more than happy to donate Arland's clothing to this
man. A man she was starting to see as more and more of an
enigma.... she could barely comprehend that she had coupled
with Tristan, another of these strange Sarmatian men, already.
It didn't seem like they were real when a person was so close
to them, so dizzy with their presence as she was becoming with
Lancelot.

Whilst he washed, Catherine focussed on the job at hand. Oh
she had been with men after battles before, but
never,actually, with a knight. And for some reason being with
this slave to an ideal that he did not believe in, an ideal
that Catherine knew but did not adhere to, was rather. ..
upsetting. She took a deep breath and remained patiently
waiting for LAncelot to complete his ablutions, unmoving
beyond the movements of her eyes watching his actions.

When completed the Knight covered himself in a towel and
walked to the fire, where he then stood in an impressive,
shimmering, bronze-like silhouette. Catherine turned to watch
him walk and smiled, cocking her head to the side when he
regarded her with such intensity.

Lancelot
 
"I thank you for your patience, my lady. I feel worlds
better. You are a pretty thing, What brought you here?"


Oh she bet he said that to all the women!

But from a charmer like Lancelot, to be told that you are
pretty was something of a balm to a woman. And to a woman who
cared so much about her appearance and about how people
perceievd her, to be so truthfully declared a pretty thing was
pleasing. Catherine smiled and lifted her hand to twirl a
strand of blonde hair about her finger as was her nature when
uncertain of what to do. And she was uncertain...

"Now - when you say here, do you mean Badon Hill? Or do you
mean this room with you as companion?" Catherine asked in a
silken tone of voice, swaying towards Lancelot, her green eyes
drifting down to the dewy contours of his bare chest. She
reached out her hand and touched just above where the bandage
was on his arm, head tilted to one side. "To be honest I don't
really know the answer to either question. Women don't really
have much of a choice in being wherever it is that we are..."
Catherine confided, her voice drifting into a whimsical
whisper as she stood closer to his infinitely warm body, her
fingertips tracing the ball of his shoulder. Her eyes met his
and held them for a moment of stillness before she dipped her
head, eyes still intent on his for as long as possible, and
brushed her lips against his collarbone.

"We are urged and ordered to be wherever we are by men.
Sometimes they are good men, sometimes they're not so good.
Which are you, Lancelot?"
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