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August 2008
Topic Started: Apr 12 2010, 09:09 PM (2,842 Views)
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 10:04 am
Eyla


Lancelot was a charmer, but he was more fun when moody. Eyla
watched his eyes narrow, into dark and sparkling slits, and
her smirk remained playful, teasing. Her brown eyes glittered
up at him, and she blinked lazily. Her eyelashes were thick,
elegantly placed to appear sultry, and Eyla knew it. She was
Heaven. She knew men wanted her, she knew they’d pay well for
her talents, so why be ashamed? Why be modest? There was
little modesty in her full and rounded bosom, pressed
suggestively against her bodice. She was built for pleasure.
Her golden skin was flawless, and her face was striking. The
harlot was expensive, and renound for bedding rich lovers. But
she always had time for the First Knight, because he was
wonderful. His body moulded perfectly to hers, his taste was
potent and full of promise, and he was strong enough to
satisfy all her needs. Indeed, but things were different now.
He was using her for information, and she should have been
offended. Thousands of women would have…but Eyla? She had been
used for worst things in the past, and she was selfish. She
wanted to bed Lancelot, and she would. It was simple. She knew
how to play him, she knew how to inspire the masculinity that
made her whimper and breathe his name…

Lancelot
 
"For good reason, I think, my darling. Sarmatian women
are not always the most patient of our kind."


Oh, there was a change in him. Eyla could not understand it,
but she cared not. He was smiling, and she felt her thighs
warm beneath her skirts. The harlot smiled up at him, feigning
innocence, and gods, she appeared virginal. She had the beauty
of a virgin, the potential for self-preservation, but there
was something about her smile. Her lips lilted mischievously,
and a naughty smile continually lingered upon her mouth. Eyla
thought upon Darya, the beautiful dark Sarmatian. The harlot
had shared her bed too. What a delectable and amusing
situation! Sarmatian women were not patient, nor particularly
cheerful, but they were stubborn in matters of the flesh. Eyla
remembered Darya parting her thighs. It was only for a second,
but it was still submission…

As Eyla kissed his jaw, she felt his hand upon her back. It
was strong, it was an overwhelming reminder of the pleasure
his fingers could invoke. Eyla felt his lips touch her cheek,
and her smile widened. She closed her eyes for a second, and
breathed him in. Musky, dusty, and gods, but he smelt strong
and Eyla wanted him between her thighs. She leant into him,
and the tops of her breasts rubbed against his tunic. His
rough tunic. It grazed over her silken skin like heaven, and
the harlot felt her breasts tighten in response. Gods, but she
wanted him…

Lancelot
 
"How can I be sure you'll give me what I want?"


Eyla parted her lips to speak. Oh there was no guarantee he’d
get what he wanted, but Eyla didn’t care for bargaining. She’d
give him something. She could push Lancelot into sweet
surrender, she knew that, and maybe loosen her lips for a
little gossip, a few lies…where was the harm? Honesty was
boring. It was for Christians, not whores…

Mother Lavinia
 
”Hold that compress to your eye. It will help. I’m in no
mood to lecture you today, madam. I already have someone
else waiting to be chastised. You’ll receive what you
came for when I finish with the Sarmatians. Try to stay
away from my patients while you wait."


Lancelot
 
"I see you found her, I cannot thank you enough."


Eyla’s eyes opened, sharply. Lancelot stepped away from her
and suddenly she was receiving a verbal chastisement. The
harlot turned slowly to the Nun, and feigned boredom. She
glanced, uninterested, at the ugly crone, and then lifted a
single finger to her lips. She sucked it lightly, and flicked
her hair back over her shoulders. The brown curls teased down
her spine, and she lifted her brows in amusement.

“Lavinia, you are looking as beautiful as ever. I should be
careful…such competition could force me back into the Church…”
Eyla spoke slowly, but her voice was bored and she didn’t care
for a response. She would get her herbs, or she would come
another day. “Perhaps I should return to the Church? I’ve
always been brilliant on my knees…” Eyla laughed. Her
uninterested expression broke into a broad smile, and she
shook her head. Gods, but she loved being cheeky. It suited
her.

Eyla looked back to Lancelot, and winked one eye at him. She
was still wanting, and her expression was clearly intense,
suggestive. “Oh do not appear so sulky! My lips could kiss you
better much quickly than that disgusting poultice will…”

The harlot laughed, and glanced sideways at Lavinia. She did
not care for medicine, not truly. Eyla believed that men
shouldn’t get into trouble. These stinking and gross remedies
were a punishment surely…?
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 12:41 pm
Titrus


Titrus shifted his weight from foot to foot running the speech
over in his mind, thinking how would break the news to Arthur.
Just as he was convinced that perhaps the commander was
sleeping, thereby delaying Titrus' responsibility as
officer-on-duty, he heard the unmistakable command of Lord
Castus.

Arthur
 
"Come!"


Damn! Titrus cursed. Arthur was awake.

Titrus reached out and grabbed the handle of the huge door and
pulled. The big door moved easily and Titrus slowly walked
inside. It was the first time he'd been in the commander's
quarters. He resisted the temptation to look around. That
didn't seem quite appropriate. Instead, upon entering, Titrus
did a quick scan of the fair-sized room which was dimly lit
with a fire burning in the fireplace, a large bed and a few
sparse furnishings. The bed looked slightly disheveled as
though the commander had been resting or....perhaps something
else. Arthur stood next to a small table next to the bed and a
young woman stood next to him whom Titrus didn't recognize
immediately. Obviously, the lieutenant had interupted
something. He felt the heat rise on his face and the tips of
his ears. The commander was barefoot yet fully dressed in
black trousers and a black tunic. The young woman stood with
her head lowered, staring at the floor. Her posture indicated
to Titrus that perhaps she was deep in thought about
something.

Hesitantly, the lieutenant strode into the room, holding his
hat under his arm. He stopped a few feet away from Arthur and
saluted, striking his chest plate and focusing his gaze on the
bridge of Arthur's nose, not making direct contact with his
superior officer.

"Commander Castus, please forgive the intrusion, sir," Titrus
said flicking a quick glance and the dark-haired beauty and
then back to Arthur.

"Captain Barbattus has not yet returned from the mission,
therefore I, Titrus, his second, must inform you of some
rather urgent news, sir."

Titrus silently ran through his speech once more while he
waited for Arthur's response. Facts. Just the facts.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 1:08 pm
Tatiana


Feeling the warmth that was Adian stop what he was doing then
after a final kiss, she felt him move a few strands of her
coppery hair off of her shoulders, Tati slowly opened her eyes
and saw him standing a few feet away from her, with his arms
wrapped around himself. As he sadly glanced up at the ceiling
of the room.

Adian
 
"I am such a heel, Tatiana....I...". "I want to marry
you, but...this was moving too fast and I am
sorry...Thorn is barely gone and here I am promising my
heart to another...."


"Adian..its ok. You did nothing wrong. There's nothing to
apologize for, nothing wrong with looking for comfort in
someone else, especially if you're missing your beloved."
Tatiana replied to him as she stayed where she was, eventhough
she wanted to go over to him and hug him.

Adian
 
"I want to marry you, but first I have to do a period of
grieving for my lost love...Thorn meant the world to me,
and I feel that I owe her some time of respect...". "I
want to wait until I know you better....I just...I would
not have felt right taking advantage of you."


"I want to marry you too, Adian." She replied honestly, coming
out from the spell that she'd been under with his bewitching
kisses. "Of course, do what you feel is right for Thorne. Did
you want me to help you with anything in that regard? " She
asked him polietly then another thought entered her mind.
"When would a good time for me to move in here be? I'm quite
small and don't take up very much space, but at least it'll
help us to get to know the other one better..." She saw an
honest light enter his heather gray eyes before it was dimmed
by sadness again. Tatiana could feel her own heart breaking in
response to his sadness and what he said to her.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 4:08 pm

Arthur


Arthur’s hand instinctively went to cover over his wound, but
he forced it to drop back down to his side. As a Roman
officer, he knew that he must outwardly show only strength and
calm despite his inner turmoil and weakened physical
condition. He was also aware of Darya’s movements as the
Sarmatian came to stand close behind him and Arthur’s gut
twisted with his own guilt over having to allow an
interruption in their important conversation….a child…God help
me.…but peace with Merlin must take precedence over Arthur’s
personal life; ensuring the safety of the outpost outweighed
the longing for intimacy and reassurances with his lover. Duty
would always reign over Arthur’s private life and thus how
could he possibly deal with raising a family? The Roman bit at
the insides of his mouth to steady his troubled thoughts as
the door swung open…..admitting one of Arthur’s subordinate
officers instead of the anticipated Optio. The man promptly
saluted to which the Commander responded with a touch of his
fist to his chest in the traditional Roman army salutation.

Titrus
 
"Commander Castus, please forgive the intrusion, sir.
Captain Barbattus has not yet returned from the mission,
therefore I, Titrus, his second, must inform you of some
rather urgent news, sir."


Arthur stood tall, crossed his hands behind his back and
raised his chin while listening to Titrus address him. Urgent
news? The Commander slightly angled his head to the side and
pursed his lips before speaking; his thick brows drawn
together in concern at the possible premise of Titrus’ report.

“What is it, Titrus? And no need for apologies…go on,” Arthur
said evenly encouraging the man to speak freely even though
his intense emerald eyes were focused pointedly on the Roman
before him. The Commander knew little about Titrus personally,
but Malcus had always spoken well of this one and thus Arthur
would trust in whatever it was Titrus had to inform him of. It
had to be urgent for the officer to come directly to Arthur’s
private chambers.

The Commander’s side twinged, but he ignored it best that he
could. His stomach knotted at the possibility of a failed
peace treaty and a fresh assault on the fortress. What of
Scipio and Barbattus? How would Arthur best protect Darya and
his unborn child if they were to fall under attack again? Half
of his knights were injured and his top officers were gone
from the fortress. Where was Lancelot?









Derfel

It had been a long day. Derfel stood up straight after
shifting the large table in the common room into place in
front of the couch and heard his back creak as if it wanted no
further part in this work. He groaned to himself and rubbed at
the back of his neck. The sisters had taken full charge of the
move which Derfel, and by appearances even Drake, had not
minded. The two men had said little between them while moving
all the belongings from both the old rooms in the knights’
quarters. And that was fine with Derfel. Once they had strung
up a makeshift curtain for Linnette’s privacy, Derfel had
helped situate the heavy saddlebags next to her bed….Gedeon’s
things. And that had nearly brought fresh burning tears to the
knight’s tired blue eyes. But not wanting to show any silly
emotions in the presence of the older man, Derfel stifled his
sorrow and swallowed the thick lump in his throat and went on
with getting the three of them settled.

Derfel had noted the fresh bandages on Linnette’s hands, but
he got the impression that making any inquiries would leave
him bloodied and battered…as Linnette’s temper had flaired on
and off again throughout the day. But that was fine as
Linnesse would see to her sister….and Derfel was patient and
trying his best to be compassionate…after all, she was with
child now. Drake, the other man in the room, had wisely parted
once the main load of their things was taken care of. But
curious, the older man’s room was right next door. However,
Derfel’s own apprehensions at now sharing a two-room dwelling
with his tempermental future sister-in-law had his mind
occupied far too much to truly pick up on anything out of the
ordinary between Drake and Linnette. He was also attempting to
keep a closer eye on Linnesse…she was surely far too weak from
her recent illness for this sort of labor. And finally, when
things seemed to be situated enough to please both the women –
thankthegods – Derfel was able (or so he thought) to convince
them both to lie down for a bit of rest. Besides, Derfel
desperately needed a tankard of ale after today’s activities.

The blonde knight had offered to bring back some food later as
a guise for his much desired trip to the tavern this
evening….and made his way round the buildings to the front
entrance. At least the location of this new living space was
much closer to the eating place in the fortress. And Derfel
had parted with Lucius around mid day with the promise to
share in a more serious round of drinking tonight after the
decision had been made in the new living arrangements - and
Derfel was a man of his word. On entering the tavern, he
easily spotted his new friend Lucius at a corner table and
approached; his stiff posture easily giving away the fact that
Derfel had labored long and hard today.

“By the gods….I’ll never move again!” Derfel declared with a
lopsided smile and a brief grasp at Lucius’ shoulder in
greeting before plopping himself down in the chair opposite
the other man. Lucius had been a kind face and a helpful hand
when Derfel had needed one this morning…and certainly the
young knight was in need of a little ‘male’ companionship
about now as well….not that he didn’t already miss Linnesse’s
sweet face….but her sister’s frigid disposition was enough to
run Derfel out of their new house in search of some
testosterone for a bit tonight.

“You save any ale for me, friend? The gods know I’m thirsty
enough to drink a whole barrel meself,” Derfel half laughed as
he smiled wearily over at his friend. He tugged off his brown
wool overcoat allowing the garment to drape over the back of
his chair and then stretched out his long legs best he could
underneath the table.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 6:44 pm
Brendyn


He arrived at the stables and was greeted by a young stable
hand. Nodding and adding a smile, the young soldier made his
way to where Tyranus was waiting: ears perked foreward, eyes
gentle and playful...plus the signature shrill winny from the
horse. Brendy always called it a battle cry of sorts, but
there were times when it was the animal's way of saying that
Brendyn had been missed. Greeting the coal black horse in his
native language, Brendyn gave Tyranus a firm but loving pat on
the massive black neck.

"See they've taken good care of you, my gentle giant. Have you
been have yourself?" Brendyn almost laughed knowing the horse
would respond as he had been trained to do.

Tyranus nodded his head heartily, his long mane flowing with
the motion. For as long as they had been companions, Brendyn
never lost his awe at how lovely this animal was. He patted
the horse again with the promise that some time on the next
day, perhaps they could go over some skills in the
arena...provided it was not crowded. Before leaving, the
soldier gave Tyranus a carrot. "See ya soon, lad, and rest up
because you never know what adventure will await us tomorrow."

Brendyn wrapped the cloak about him feeling a pinch with some
pain where Evana had tended to his wound earlier this morning.
It was already doing better, and Brendyn shuddered to think of
what would have happened if Titrus had not acted so quickly.
He owed the man his life! A soldier was not much without two
arms....though he had seen some fight with only one eye and be
very skilled at it. His mind still rolled over the finding of
the ruined gate and how Quintus had praised him for the
find...but he had promised Titrus he'd carry out his
punishment. He made his way to the tavern to get a bit to eat
before going onto the wall for the night.

As he entered the tavern, Brendyn noticed one of the knights
he had met after the battle, and he tried to recall his name.
The other was a face he could not forget: the other soldier
who had been with the prisoners in the infirmary earlier. The
man who he felt had left the older woad have too much freedom.
Or at least that was how he saw it. He looked over and nodded
politely, before seating himself for a quick meal of soup and
bread.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 8:13 pm

Gawain and Mother Lavinia


Gawain wasn’t expecting the detour Lavinia wove rather than
returning directly to Galahad. He hesitated a moment before
following on her collision course with Lancelot and the whore
so intently interested in him. The blond knight didn’t dare
leave the nun, suspecting that she just might forget about
Galahad, if her aged memory was as weak as her eyesight. But
she clearly had a purpose as she swooped upon the surprised
First Knight and pushed her concoction to his eye.

Lancelot
 
"I see you found her. I cannot thank you enough."


Shrugging and raising his eyebrows in innocence, Gawain took
the condescending sarcasm one more time. He wondered if
Lancelot ever tired of being a jerk. He didn’t remind the
cocky knight that it had been his idea to find Lavinia, and
that Gawain had only done it because someone had to, and it
sure as hell wasn’t going to be the gods’ greatest gift to
everyone once Eyla showed up. Instead he watched impatiently
as Lavinia and the whore squared off.

Eyla
 
“Lavinia, you are looking as beautiful as ever. I should
be careful…such competition could force me back into the
Church Perhaps I should return to the Church? I’ve
always been brilliant on my knees. Oh do not appear so
sulky! My lips could kiss you better much quickly than
that disgusting poultice will…”


The old nun had been willing to let the brazen prostitute wait
while she sewed up Galahad. Then she could get her precious
herbs, without even a lecture. Lavinia was not so tied to
Church dogma that she couldn’t see the need to keep unwanted
bastards from being brought into a world of hunger and
neglect. She had even been willing to forego comments on the
suggestive way Eyla had been pressing herself against the
knight. But the vulgar joke of being good on her knees, and
the open solicitation to Lancelot were too much for Lavinia to
ignore.

“Leave, now. Both of you,” she said, genuine anger tightening
the muscles of her dour face, “This is a public facility.
There are young children here. Take whatever immoral business
you wish to transact and continue it elsewhere.” The old woman
fixed her icy gaze on Lancelot. “I misjudged you, sir, as a
man of some decency and intelligence. If this is how you
behave in public places, and she the company you want to keep,
get out.”

Gawain looked from Lavinia to Lancelot, and then at Eyla. He
was beginning to think that subtlety was not among the lovely
prostitute’s arsenal of charms. He moved closer to Lancelot
and inclined his head toward the Dark Knight in order to keep
his voice low. “You leave, you lose, my friend. Pay up,
because the old girl sure as hell isn’t smiling now.”
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Author: Kayla
Date: Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:48 pm

Fiona


Fiona wondered just how much Galahad's wound hurt. It
certainly looked painful and this was confirmed when she
noticed him flinch when the cloth first touched his skin and
an audible hiss was heard, her touch becoming a bit more
gentle as she ran the wetness over his hard stomach. She kept
working at it, only taking her eyes away from his wound to
glance up at him when he asked her a question.

Of course, her answer hadn't been exactly forthcoming in
answer to the question he had asked, concerning why she was
here. The young woad thought that it had been a little obvious
and answered in that manner, continuing her work after a
simple look towards him, as if to ask what it was that he
wanted from her. There wasn't any particular reason behind her
staying, besides the fact that she liked being a help rather
than a bother, which was almost always how it turned out to be
when she wanted to do something for someone and was turned
away for a number of different reasons. She didn't like not
being given the opportunity to prove herself because contrary
to what anyone might have thought, she could be a help
somewhere else besides on the battlefield, even if that was
where she was wanted the most, at least by her father.

Glancing behind her when she heard Galahad let out a laugh,
she followed his gaze over to where Lancelot and a woman(Eyla)
were standing. Fiona cocked her head to the side, taking in
the appearance of her beautiful appearance and the woad
frowned for a moment, wondering who she was. Turning her head
forward again, she set to ringing out the cloth once more,
amazed at the amount of blood that had managed to spill out in
the time since whatever had happened to him. Her mouth opened
to ask him the question of what had happened, always having
been the type to think that if someone could ask her a
question she should at least have the chance to ask one back.
And even if she didn't, she tended to squeeze one in there
just because it was her nature to be openly curious about
things that she didn't know about or things that she was
interested in learning more about.

His laughter stopped but she didn't look up, just kept on
doing what she had been told to do. For the second time in the
last day, Fiona received a shock when Galahad reached out and
grabbed her wrist, stopping her from cleaning. Her eyes
snapped up, wide and questioning, wondering what he was doing
and why he felt the need to hold onto her. She didn't pull
away though, just stood there and watched him, stared into his
eyes and saw the hurt that was there. She released a hard
breath when the knight loosened his grip on her arm and was
surprised to see that he didn't let go, just moved it lightly
down until it reached her hand.

Galahad
 
"Nothing."


He turned away from her but she still kept her gaze on his
face as he spoke out, answering her question. The young woman
pushed out a small sigh, bending her head down to look at his
fingers still on her hand for a moment before returning them
back up to his face, shaking her head slightly. "I don't
believe you," she said, her voice barely audible as she stated
what was probably already obvious but in truth, she didn't
know what else to say. Whatever had happened, it was clearly
something he didn't want to talk about and she didn't want to
push it either, not after seeing the way he'd looked at her.
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Author: SarmatianKnight
Date: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:06 am
Lucius


The time flew and the day itself spun away. Lucius was not
able to remember what he had done in all these hours and in
fact, was it in important in any way? Not for him. Obviously
he had done something. He remembered the arrival of Arthur and
the knights and he knew that he had not liked what he had
seen, he remembered that he had prayed and that he had met
Derfel, he knew that there would be an ale shared between
them. So probably this was the reason why he sat here now,
alone and kind of waiting for something to happen? Possible.
He could not really tell. No, that was wrong. He could not
tell at all and again, it was not important. He sat there,
hands folded in front of him and staring at the scratched and
stained wood of the heavy table. What was important was the
smell that surrounded him. It was her.

When he had entered the tavern the had known exactly why he
had come here and who he wanted to meet. He had know with what
activities he had spent the day. But then there had been this
well known and delicious smell, sweet but not more than a
faint hint of air and with this he had known that she was
here. She, who had turned him into a murderer. She, who he had
loved the most of all his siblings. The Roman had scanned the
tavern but had been unable to find her. Why? What was she
doing here at all? The tavern was no proper place for a girl
like his sister was. Had been. His gaze darkened when he
relaised that it was impossible to find what he hoped for to
find under all these men surrounding him and his heart froze
at the memory that the smell that was no more left. That had
been the moment when his mind had went blank and everything
else had left his normally down-to-earth brain.

Derfel
 
“By the gods….I’ll never move again!”


Lucius almost jumped when the unexpected grasp at his shoulder
brought him back into the world of reality. He squeezed his
eyes slightly when he looked up at the man who addressed him
and it took a moment until he remembered why he was here and
who this other soldier was, sitting down at his table. But
thank God (and he certainly meant that literally) the presence
of the odd smell was gone the moment Derfel sat down and his
own mind was able to be used again. Lucius' eyes turned from a
deep black back into the regular soft brown and he returned
the offered smile with a hint of amusement when he saw Derfel
stretching out his legs. "I would suggest a more comfortable
place then than a wooden bench in a smelly tavern."

While the expression in his eyes had changed immediatly Lucius
was not able to give up the defensive posture so easily. But
finally he waved at one of the wenches and ordered them "a jug
and a barrel of ale". His tone was dead serious and he ignored
the puzzled gaze the not so young and not so gorgeous woman
gave him. He gave her an encouraging nod instead and focused
on Derfel again. "Long day, hm?" He had still not found his
own cloak - wherever he had lost it. The Roman did not wear
his armour at the moment and had no weapons with him (he was
grateful for that fact because he hated that heavy sword he
could not handle very well) because his duty was over for the
day. The leather band with the little pendants around his neck
was well hidden beneath his clothes which were simple and the
least giving away how much money his family had.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon Aug 04, 2008 12:04 pm
Amadeus


Amadeus was furious. He was livid. He had never been so
undermined by such an imbecile! He was beginning to wonder if
he was wrong about the Sarmatians... he had expected such shit
from one of them, but not from a man who was meant to be a
part of the Roman Army, not from a man that was supposedly on
Rome's side, a man freely employed into the Roman army and ...
by God!!! Rome would hear of this - Rome would hear of how her
soldiers behaved in this last outpost, Rome would know
precisely how disastrously close she was to losing her
foothold here and all because of inept and idiotic men like
Captain Bloody Barbattus! Whose side was he on anyway? Did he
deliberately scupper the negotiations... or what chance there
was for negotiations?

No one dared over-take him on the road as they rode heavily
towards the green embankments that would lead them to the road
to Badon Hill. Amadeus' dark hair was whipped back, his
handsome though sharp face was expressive as he stared
forward, grey eyes leaving no one in any doubt that he was
incensed with anger. And he did not care one ounce if none of
those behind him survived. Let them all rot, let them receive
a woad arrow in the back and be done with it for they would
serve him no purpose.

It was only when the heavy sound of Badon's gates were opening
did the Optio turn to look over his shoulder at his patch-work
companions. His eyes slid over Mordred and Tristan, indicating
with a nod of his head that they could go about their own
business once inside - and then he looked at Barbattus,
intending on turning away from him immediately when he saw the
woman slumped over the saddle.

"What the fuck!" he growled, furious, turning his horse to
face Barbattus. He had brought the damn whore back to
Badon!??! For what? What possible purpose could she serve
behind these walls now? Now that she had proven herself to be
a traitor to her own people and proven to them that she would
not keep her word. She was nothing to no-one and Barbattus had
seen fit to bring her here why?!

Glaring fiercely at Barbattus, Amadeus' horse stmoped it's
hoof sharply against the ground - the Optio gestured with a
gloved finger towards the fortress.

"Inside. Dungeons with her - and you go to the barracks and
stay there until Arthur or myself calls for you." the Optio
snapped, spitting at the ground to the side as he kicked his
horses flanks to get the equine to move forward, in through
the open gates of Badon.









Mari

Mari was the original Peter Pan... she believed anything was
possible if you just wished hard enough. Her hopes and
aspirations were like Roman siegetowers - almost impossible to
bring down. And it had nothing to do with the past either,
with what she had and had not been able to achieve in her few
short years. Mari's hopes were all just part of her nature,
they were in her make up, the very essence of her spirit.
The place was ransacked now, but Mari could see it in her mind
in a few days time - with the roof fixed, a new mattress on
the bed, a few little kitchen pieces maybe.... it would look
very pretty in a few days.

Once they started working the young woman started to hum a
tune - happy and content to be there with Milan, tidying and
clearing. They both took it easy as they were not in the best
shape - Milan from his time in the dungeons and subsequent
beating by Kolya, and Mari from her attack by Mordred and her
subsequent heroics against the woads! As she moved from place
to place, tidying, clearing, washing, Mari rabbitted on about
idle things, yapping across to Milan who was characterisically
silent, smiling when the time was right and nodding to her
requests.

She planned her day tomorrow - going to a thatcher to get
someone to fix what was on the roof, then going to a carpenter
and seeing about getting a few pieces of furniture like tables
and chairs and maybe a drawer set! for a nice price. She was
going to gather what she could from her saddlebags and she was
even planning on going to the fortress and seeing if they
might need her as a maid about the place, fetching and
tidying, cooking or whatever... just to get some more money so
that she could buy a nice blanket for the bed.

Milan was working on the fire and as she spoke, Mari found
herself stifling yawns more often than not. The fire was lit
and she inevitably drawn to the warmth, flopping down onto the
blanket that Milan brought to her. She smiled her thanks and
stared into the flames whimsically. Milan brought another
blanket down and wrapped it around them. Instinctively Mari
lay back against his chest, his arms around her as she sat
between his legs, her own pulled up close to her chest. It was
cold outside but inside where they both sat it was warm.

A tickling against her neck was Milan trailing a strand of
misplaced hair back into it's proper place. Mari smiled,
shutting her eyes and delighting in the feel of his cold
finger against her downy ear. She tilted her head to one side
and opened one eye, looking at him peacefully. And for once in
her life she did feel at peace, she felt like she wasn't
running anywhere, she wasn't going to be left behind. She was
home.

"We should get a dog too..." she commented with a wry smile,
closing her eyes as she awkwardly tipped her head back,
brushing her lips against the underside of Milan's chin,
placing her hand on his knee to one side of her and giving the
limb a slight squeeze as she gave a small chime of laughter.
"I like dogs but I could never have one because we were
constantly moving from place to place. It'd be nice to have
one now..." Mari said, her other hand holding his, slowly
sliding upwards, her fingers inadvertently brushing against
the scar tissue on his wrist, her neck twisted enough to allow
her to kiss Milan's jaw whilst she spoke.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Aug 04, 2008 2:18 pm
Jols


After starting to slow them down gradually from a gallop to a
walk, since he'd done the exact opposite, to get them warmed
up earlier properly. Once that was done, he walked over and
speaking softly to them, unhooked the rein of each horse's
bridle to take them into their stalls to get brushed down
after the work-out.

Half-way there, he heard the clattering echo of hoofbeats on
the hard ground of the entrance way. Continuing on towards the
stables, Jols entered and placed the mounts into their stalls
removing the bridle from each one, to begin cleaning them up
and brushing them down from their work-out, giving each one a
sugar cube as a treat for a good job.

When done, he entered the courtyard to see who was coming in
and to assist them with their mounts.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon Aug 04, 2008 4:09 pm



Sunset (Evening)



Saoirse


Saoirse saw the surprise in his eyes and smiled. It was a
faint smile, a sad smile. She tilted her head to her shoulder
and looked down at her lovers lips, at his neck, anything to
avoid his eyes, seeing the pain in his eyes and knowing that
it had been a stupid question to ask. But she cuoldn't help
it. She wanted nothing more than to just have him back to
normal, to have him smile again... gods be damned! she wanted
to go back to the days when the only thing he had to be angry
and upset over was her and what she had done. This new sorrow
was unbearable for them both. And it was unfixable too.

Dagonet
 
"Aye... Little one. I'll be alright... somehow.... I
just need time....."


The red head didn't realise that she had been holding her
breath until he spoke and she felt her head ache with a lack
of oxygen. She exhaled hard and nodded her head, leaning down
to kiss his lips gently before withdrawing, her eyes still
closed.

"Thank you." she murmured then stood up. Smiling slightly,
Saoirse looked down at her bandaged leg and scratched the back
of her neck, testing how suitable it would be to walk on - "No
problem..." she informed the Knight, winking as she sauntered
off to gather what was needed to give her lover as close to a
bath as he would get for a few days whilst recouperating in
the infirmary.

Saoirse got some of the way towards the door when she saw
Lancelot and Gawain hanging about, Lavinia close by and one of
the more high-class whores too. She gave a crooked smile and
lifted her eyebrows. She pursed her lips as she quietly
meandered behind Lavinia, making a mock face of rebuke behind
the nun's back and winking at the two knights before walking
out into the cold, evening air. The red head took a moment to
breathe in the fresh air, letting it wash over her and refresh
her somewhat. She wiped a hand down her face, feeling less
fragile now than before but still rather shaky.

The Irish woman headed towards the fortress, dipping her head
from the cold, hobbling just a little as she wanted to avoid
ruining the bandaging on her leg - that was the last thing
either her or Dagonet needed.









Eala

Juna was careful not to startle her but Eala still did not
hear her approach. The little blonde tensed and looked up
sharply, relaxing only when she saw it was Juna. She sat back
onto the ground then, rubbing at her arm self-consciously,
bruises and welts visible against her washed skin from the
struggle she had put up whilst in the fortress. She had not
been mistreated as such - but she had made things awkward for
those intending on coming near her.

There was a sense of easiness about Eala when Juna was
present. It was like the yuong girl relaxed, she never thought
anything could go wrong, she never thought anyone could be
hurt when Juna was there and so she saw no need to be on edge
like she always was. Black eyes looked towards the healer and
then to Ash, pale eyebrows creasing inwards in concern when
the wound was exposed.

Worried by the look of it, Eala looked from the wound to Juna
and back again, noting with some sense of relief that the
healer did not look concerned. Eala bit the inside of her
cheek, worrying the moist, tender skin nervously. She knew the
wound looked all wrong, it smelled all wrong too, but Juna was
ok with it. That meant it must be ok. Right?

And then Juna was standing!

Oblivious to the noises around her except for some random dull
sounds, Eala sprung to her feet, turning to look the same way
Juna was. Her eyes narrowed and she went to move forward when
she saw Neeria being bundled onto one of the Roman's horses.
She didn't know if that was good or bad... as far as Eala was
concerned Neeria had betrayed them all by leading the Romans
anywhere near their village, she had betrayed them by striking
a bargain at all. The ten-year-old looked from Ash to Juna and
then settled back down again, sidling in closer to Ash this
time..

When Ash shifted in pain, Eala gave a small start, sitting
forward and reaching a hand out towards Juna's, as if the
healer hadn't noticed that the movement had caused Ash pain.
Her worried black eyes swivelled from Juna to Ash and she
pulled her hand away, knowing she shouldn't intrude. She
flexed her fingers in helplessness.

Ash
 
"Don't worry, You won't get rid of me that easily."


The little girl's nose wrinkled at his words, able to
comprehend most of it as he was speaking slowly. His words
were so slow she wondered if he had spoken aloud at all or if
he had just mouthed the words for her benefit. Eala took the
fact quite badly however.. not that she wouldn't be getting
rid of him, but that he thought she might want rid of him. She
puffed out her cheeks sullenly and felt tears prick the
corners of her eyes. Shameful! Crying!

Eala sniffled and turned away, shifting around on her butt so
that her back was to Ash now, her arms folded in front of her
as she looked petulantly at the trees. She didn't want rid of
Ash - he was the only thing she had now. Eala glanced over her
shoulder at Ash, intending to be justifiably prickly, but
seeing his head lolled to one side, seeing the wound so open
adn painful she just sighed, shoulders sagging. Her tiny hand
reached out behind her and she touched her fingertips to Ash's
hand, tapping them against his skin as if looking for his
attention or playing a game- but finally juts let her fingers
rest against his hand in a gesture of comfort and friendship.

When Juna reached for an item, Eala reached quicker and handed
it to the healer, looking up at her with wide, black eyes -
the eyes of a warrior in the face of a child.









Kolya

Alina
 
"It's funny...I always thought it'd be different somehow
...life."


Kolya gave a wry smile at her words.

Life would be different? Did people really think like that?
Did they look at life in the future and think it would be such
a way? He had never been one to do such things like that. He
lived for the moment - from minute to minute and nothing
beyond. It might have been the fact that, for a long time, his
life had been so tenuous - it had been a minute to minute
affair, he might not have been alive in the next minute after
all.

No, Kolya did not think his life had deviated too far from
it;s course because he had never thought far enough ahead to
presume a course.

Alina
 
"What do you want me to say, Kolya? Do you want me to
say I want you around? That I need you? That I love you?
Tell me what you want me to say, and I'll say it, It
won't change anything. Whatever you want Kolya, I can't
give you."


The Sarmatian was still smiling lopsidedly when Alina looked
back at him. He raised his eyebrows, brushing his fingers
along the nape of her neck and down to her shoulder in slow,
gentle sweeps whilst she shrugged and spoke. She seemed
incredulous - which amused Kolya. Her words were not so
amusing - but that might have more to do with the fact that
Kolya didn't understand it, he didn't understand what she
meant.

He lifted his hand and stroked one side of his face with his
fingertips as he thought about what she had said. Did he
continue to pry, to poke and prod her into a corner, or did he
do the honourable thing and give up now? It would be easy to
give up - but a very real part of Kolya didn't want to give
up. It wasn't that he thought he was better for Alina, it
wasn;t that he ws in love with her at all, he was just
prodding out of the goodness of his heart. Did Alina really
think she was as happy as she could be with Galahad?
Obviously not..

"Who says I want anything from you at all? I'm a simple man
Alina. I'm not complicated or underhanded. What you see is
what you get. I only asked if you had had enough of me
today... if you say yes I'll disappear for now. There's no
guarantee I won't be back tomorrow though. I'm just trying to
do the best thing by you for once..." he chuckled huskily.









Galahad

Fiona
 
"I don't believe you,"


Galahad didn't mean to hurt her. He was curious about why she
was hanging around instead of just getting the hell out of
there. It was strange that someone, anyone, would want to be
in the infirmary. With Gawain and Lancelot it was different.
Gawain actually cared, and Lancelot was just making sure that
he wasn't going to cause anymore problems for him to explain
to Arthur - but Fiona. Well, now, her presence was strange.
Galahad was borderline selfish, so he found it hard to fathom
that anyone would be there helping mop up blood and bad
humours out of the goodness of their hearts.

When Fiona spoke the young knight gave a snort of mild
irritation, rolling his blue eyes upwards and tilting his head
back too, knowing he had tears in his eyes but not wanting her
to see them.

"You don't have to believe me." he said testily, tensing his
jaw and curling his fingers into his palm away from her hand.
His chest was rising and falling quicker now, agitation
starting to kick in, his well-honed muscles giving the odd
protesting shiver at the pain her ministrations caused.
Galahad remained quiet, not wanting to converse - but he
couldn't keep his mouth shut for very long. It was not in his
nature.

Fiona's touch was a little close to the wound and the young
Sarmatian hitched in a sharp breath, shifting his bdoy to the
side as he glared across at her -

"Ah! Gods - what the hell are you trying to do to me?" he
complained sullenly, sharply. He raised himself up on one
elbow, groaning and placing a hand to his forehead as his
drink-addled head swam painfully, little soldiers marching
across his brain on horses wearing boots. His lips turned a
pale shade of green as he shut his eyes and waited for the
world to steady. When they opened he reached out and took the
cloth from Fiona, mumbling about 'pain' and 'clumsy' and
'child' as he attempted to dab around teh wound. Of course
with him sitting up he had creased the muscles in his stomach
and in turn, he had broken the skin on the wound on his
stomach, causing it to open and bleed once more.

And the angle was all wrong - when he dabbed at the skin
around the wound it hurt like hell!

Galahad groaned and fell back onto the bed, a cold sweat
breaking out on his pale skin. He lifted his two hands to his
face, covering his eyes with the heels of his hands, leaving
the cloth sitting on his flat stomach which was tight with
pain right now.

That had been a bad idea - but he was damned if he'd admit it.

"Where's that miserable old ... " he whined, twisting his head
side to side to see if he could find Lavinia, get the wound
bandaed and get the hell out of there. He didn't want an
audience to his falling-apart.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Aug 04, 2008 7:01 pm
Lancelot


Lancelot cocked his head to the side as the nun spouted her
tirade at he and Eyla. Gawain slightly smirking was not
helping the first knight's mood, and he dropped his hand as he
slowly forgot his black eye as Eyla's teasing brought a
thunderous dark expression to Lavinia's face. Gods. She'd
never smile now.

Mother Lavinia
 
“Leave, now. Both of you. This is a public facility.
There are young children here. Take whatever immoral
business you wish to transact and continue it elsewhere.
I misjudged you, sir, as a man of some decency and
intelligence. If this is how you behave in public
places, and she the company you want to keep, get out.”


Lancelot knew that Eyla had gone too far when she mentioned
being on her knees; most devout Christians seemed to not be
able to take any kind of joke in regards to their religion. No
matter. The harlot could take it. What darkened his face was
the way the nun spoke to him - as if he were less than a
knight, less than what he was, less than Arthur's man and by
rights due a bit of respect.

But then again, he was Rome's bitch, and he was certain that
everyone who wasn't a conscript felt the same. His eye
narrowed to a slit - it seemed to match the one that was
swollen, and he stepped up to the nun, his gaze matching hers,
anger for anger. He crossed his arms over his slender chest
and spoke through clenched teeth for her ears alone.

"Listen, madam. I know what this woman is. I have kept her
company on plenty of ocassions and will continue to do so. But
when any person, no matter their stature or place in this
stinking hellhole of a country, has information about my
commanding officer that might be of assistance to me - if I
find out that he's been holding out, when I could have helped - "

He stopped his hissing. What would Lavinia care? They were all
the same; Romans, Britons, the fucking doctors, the locals,
the whores, the hangers on, all of them. The Sarmatians were
alone in this land, and everything and everyone would use them
as they saw fit. He had liked the old woman; her fire seemed
to match his own spirit. But now...well, once again, 'God' and
the morals of His followers seemed to have come between
Lancelot and something possibly good. He sighed roughly. His
body ached, he hadn't eaten, he was sure he stank, and here he
stood, arguing with a damn Christian nun, caring about what
she thought of him, when a perfectly decent, no thoughts
required whore waited for him.

As Arthur would say, Jesus.

"Think what you like. Just, see to Galahad, as he is my
brother and I need him alive and in good condition. We may be
the scum of this place - but as long as we breathe, we watch
your back. Give me that, at least."

He turned and met Gawain's eyes.

Gawain
 
You leave, you lose, my friend. Pay up, because the old
girl sure as hell isn’t smiling now.”


"I acquiesce. Find me later." Who cared about yet another bet
lost today? His words were clipped and short. "I will report
to Arthur on Galahad - please see to him as best you can." He
turned on his heel, but first dropped the poltice Lavinia had
given him back into her hand. "I will allow the 'woman' to
'kiss me better.' Gods forbid I should use up what supplies
you have left." His mouth stretched in a rictus of a grin, but
his insides churned and he felt like being sick. Lancelot -
Lancelot, the arrogant, sneering, leather clad, scary black
knight was tired. And he wanted for nothing but for people to
give him either 1) a chance, or 2) to leave him the hell
alone.

"Eyla," he said, his tone switching on cue to a purr. "Perhaps
we should continue this conversation elsewhere. I seem to be
persona non grata as of this moment. Besides, I think you can
tell me more about your kneeling talents in private." He
swaggered to her, exaggerating his movements, and without
warning, planted his full lips on hers, in full view of
everyone else. Hard, and with the force of all his passion and
pent up anger.

He broke away from her, and took her arm in his. "Shall we?"

His voice was low and sibilant, and his non-swollen eye
glittered like a diamond hidden in a long-forgotten sand
covered cave.

Hadrian's balls, but some days Lancelot wished he'd died in a
damn battle already. Fuck this feeling shit. Fuck the constant
thinking he had to do in order to stay just one step ahead of
everyone who had it in for him. Fuck being here - fuck Briton,
and most of all, fuck the one person whom he thought he could
trust. The one he'd told things to that no other person alive
had heard. He wanted to weep with the agony and sheer fucking
rage it caused.

Well. The feel of Eyla's soft arm under his hand was rapidly
becoming desirable, despite the intense amount of anger he was
being plagued by. Why not take her? Why not be the ass, the
bastard, the wanton braggart everyone thought he was? Why not
be the one who couldn't say I love you when it mattered?

He met her eyes again, and his mouth curled into a dark,
unwanted smile.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:35 pm
Derfel


Lucius had offered the exhausted Derfel a smile as the knight
settled in his seat at their table. He certainly appreciated
the effort after spending the day with Drake, who Derfel was
certain never cracked even so much as a grin across that
leathery and weathered expression of his. Yet, as Derfel’s
tired eyes met Lucius’ kind ones all that the knight could
think of was the easy-going way that Gedeon always had about
him….Derfel’s closest mate here at the fortress….and he was
gone; lost forever back there on that battlefield. A stab of
guilt raked at Derfel’s heart for not finding his best
friend’s remains…for Dagonet and for Linnette. I failed
him…failed them both. And Derfel was not thinking of Dagonet
and Linnette, but of Gedeon and his father. Fate was cruel.

Surely his expression briefly reflected the darkness and pain
that had a hold on Derfel’s heart. But he was not so sure he
wished to unload all that troubled him on a man he had only
just met this morning. But Linnesse was still so fragile and
mourning Gedeon same as he so he couldn't burden her further
tonight….Derfel momentarily shut his eyes against it all and
tried to focus on something else….anything else.

Lucius
 
"I would suggest a more comfortable place then than a
wooden bench in a smelly tavern."


Lucius’ voice luckily forced Derfel to focus on his new friend
and not continue to fall into a dark stuper over all the
painful events from the mission. The knight offered a genuine
smile in gratitude as Lucius ordered the ‘barrel of ale’ from
a serving girl. Thank the gods someone knew what Derfel needed right at this very moment.

Lucius
 
"Long day, hm?"


“Aye…that it has been,” Derfel blew out an exasperated breath
and raked a hand through his sandy blonde hair…and for the
first time truly took a good look at his new friend that sat
across the table from him. Lucius was dressed rather plainly,
no doubt due to his modest pay as a soldier of Rome, and had
no truly distinctive markings about his face or hands. Perhaps
he’d not seen too many battles yet, or if he did have the
scars of a soldier they were well concealed. Derfel’s were,
for the most part, on his legs with the exception of the cut
across the palm of his left hand and a blade nick over his
left eye.

The ordered ale was delivered by the not so cheery tavern
woman. She gave Derfel quite a look-over for the barrel she
had to heft over to their table. But he quickly dug into his
pocket and retrieved his coin purse promptly laying down
enough in payment to satisfy the woman. He gave the server a
wink and she quickly bustled off to tend to the other thirsty
patrons.

“You are going to give me a hand in drinking this?” Derfel
half laughed as he uncorked the barrel and tipped it enough to
fill his mug. By the gods did the draught ever smell bloody
fantastic!

“Cheers, me friend,” Derfel briefly lifted his mug to Lucius
and then took a healthy drink of the poignant brew. He wiped
at his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed in utter
contentment as he savored the drink. With luck, Derfel would
be well into his cups before he had to face Linnette again
tonight.

“What news of the day? Any Woads seen runnin’ about while I
was busy heftin’ furniture all day?” Derfel asked before
taking another generous drink of ale. He was curious to know
if they were safe….if Arthur had been successful in making a
new treaty of peace with Merlin. Anything to keep Derfel’s
thoughts away from darker things….My father is dead because of
me…my best friend is dead because of ME.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:13 am
Milan


Mari
 
"We should get a dog too...I like dogs but I could never
have one because we were constantly moving from place to
place. It'd be nice to have one now..."


He listened to her words, but he wasn't really paying
attention. At random intervals where his mind would register a
pause in her speech - whether it was a relevant pause where he
was meant to answer or just a gasp for air between sentences -
he'd nod his head or smile, some silent gesture to acknowledge
her words. Of course Milan was unaware in these moments just
what he was acknowledging or agreeing to. He might've been
confessing to dressing up like a woman in his youth, or
committing a murder, and he wouldn't have realized it. He was
far too distracted, in ways he had never been distracted
before. Milan was distracted by her.

Her voice was soothing, like a lullaby, but musical, like the
pealing of church bells. Familiar. Comforting. Her angel's
whispers a sound that made him feel safe. He closed his eyes,
and he was not afraid of the darkness. His voluntary blindness
only seemed to heighten the other distracting sensations. The
shifting of her weight against his chest was feather-like,
almost unnoticeable, as if her small body had merely been
sculpted from his, moving with him, something apart of him.
One of his hands rested at the nape of her neck now, the
digits dropping past the hollow of her throat, closer to her
collarbone. Her skin felt strange beneath his fingertips -
silky, undeniably warm as if a blush had just claimed its
ivory perfection, delicate even. Her soft lips against the
underside of his chin made a shiver course through his body -
in that moment, Milan felt delighted and frightened all at
once. Delighted because he enjoyed Mari's closeness, more than
he ever could've imagined. The gentle touch of her mouth to
his icy skin was overwhelming, the beginning embers to a fire.
Frightened because these new feelings were foreign to him. He
didn't know what it meant, and he didn't know what to expect
or how to act on them. Or if he should act on them. Or if he
should even be feeling the way he was.

For a brief moment, he wondered what she was thinking, what
she was feeling. He considered asking her, but the notion
immediately sounded ridiculous to him. He'd have been much too
embarrassed to hear her answer, too. The brush of her tender
digits over the scar tissue of his marked wrist reminded him
he hadn't the right to ask anything of her.

With a half-hearted sigh, Milan placed both hands on her
shoulders and shifted her forward, away from him. A few
moments ticked by. His hands remained in place. His eyes were
contemplative, torn by indecision. Usually this was the part
where he'd pull away from her, but this time he didn't budge.
Instead he began tenderly massaging the stiff tendons around
her shoulders with his steady, sure hands. The new distraction
was more for him than for her.









Alina

Kolya
 
"Who says I want anything from you at all? I'm a simple
man Alina. I'm not complicated or underhanded. What you
see is what you get. I only asked if you had had enough
of me today... if you say yes I'll disappear for now.
There's no guarantee I won't be back tomorrow though.
I'm just trying to do the best thing by you for once..."


Typical male strategic answer attempting to mask an underlying
infraction to her fishing. Typical Kolya. He did too want
something, of that she was convinced. Then it occurred to
Alina that maybe, just maybe, he wanted something, but he
didn't know what. She saw no conflict, no indecision in his
face, but it didn't persuade her to completely abandon her new
theory. She was far too self-absorbed at the moment, however,
to consider it possible for him to be battling even a fraction
- a hint of a fraction - of the internal struggle she was
currently facing. The possibility amused her, though, on some
masochistic level it had registered on. Something else
occurred to her then, and this thought much less satisfying
than the last - what if he actually did know what he wanted?
That ruffled her feathers quite a bit, the thought of him
knowing what he wanted while she remained trapped inside her
own heart, wandering blindly and searching for her own
answers.

Any hint of smugness creeping onto her face was instantly
vanquished by doubt. She groaned into her hands, feeling
dejected over the more realistic probability that out of the
two of them, she was still the only one who didn't know what
she wanted.

"You are so irritating," Alina grumbled, throwing him a quick,
sharp look.

The spunk of the old Alina had briefly re-surfaced. She didn't
know what it was about Kolya that always had her thinking so
much, but it was getting tiring. He probably found it
falling-on-the-ass funny to see how deeply he could get under
her skin now, and without even trying! She didn't want to look
at him again to find out. Resolutely, the woman dug her heels
into the step below her and attempted to stand, quickly losing
her footing with the sharp pain in her right ankle being too
burdensome, causing her to flop back into the former knight's
lap like a silly off-balanced toddler.

"Let go of me," she huffed petulantly, as if he had been at
fault for her falling.
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:00 am

Darya and Neeve


The dark Sarmatian’s gaze lingered on the door as it was
pushed open…and a Roman officer entered. Darya tilted her head
a little and watched the man approach his superior officer.
She could not recall the man’s name but thought to have seen
him before… Raking a hand through her long hair for a moment,
the woman straightened her back, waiting for what would happen
next…

Titrus
 
"Commander Castus, please forgive the intrusion, sir…
Captain Barbattus has not yet returned from the mission,
therefore I, Titrus, his second, must inform you of some
rather urgent news, sir."


Arthur
 
“What is it, Titrus? And no need for apologies…go on,”


Unconsciously, Darya furrowed her brow at Titrus' words,
already wondering what urgent news it could be. Her dark gaze
shifted from Titrus to Arthur and back. Should she leave? The
woman was not sure. She certainly would at the first sign her
lover would give her… However, to not let Titrus feel too
watched, the dark-haired then moved towards the table and
picked her still half-filled mug up to quietly sip some water.
After the last days, she could go with something much
stronger…but considering her new condition, that was a no-go.
Sighing silently, Darya slowly drank some more water while
listening to the Romans' conversation…focusing on their words
to not mix them with all other thoughts that were still
keeping her mind busy…

Meanwhile, Neeve finally approached the thick door that led to
the Commander’s room. She hoped the food was still warm but
her gut had told her to make a little detour to her own room
to pick up the spare bandages and the rest of the salve that
she had left from the Roman’s first treatment. The Briton knew
Arthur for too long to really believe that he had rested as
ordered. No doubt her work on his injury had suffered already…
Wrinkling her nose at the more thought, the healer had no
problems to let a stern expression to return to her features
while she lifted her hand…and knocked at the door…
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