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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 02:46 PM Post #106 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 10:00 am Derfel Derfel’s index finger lightly rubbed at the mug in his hand while the ‘Saxon’ knight pondered a bit more on Arthur and that night on the battlefield. What if he had gotten to Arthur and Aelle just a moment sooner…what if he could have been the one to face his father and not Arthur? What if he could have been able to remain with Gedeon? What if….Mithras! I will never have any peace from that night. Derfel emptied his mug again and wasted no time in re-filling the vessel….the barrel was becoming lighter and so was Derfel’s head.
Same bloody question everyone always asked. Derfel snorted a smile while inwardly sighing at the inquiry. It felt bloody odd….especially once he had met his ‘little brother’ and learned they faced his ‘father’, the Saxon King on that battlefield. Weary blue eyes looked to Lucius and at least saw only curiosity there…not accusation or judgment. “You ever fought a fellow Roman?” Derfel half joked and then sighed into his mug before continuing. Lucius had asked a good question and the Saxon would give an honest answer. “I truthfully did me best to see those trying to kill me as just ‘the enemy’ and not worry ‘bout their blood….or mine,” Derfel said in earnest, blue eyes still reflecting a hint of sorrow and darkness from his inner thoughts on that battle. He hoped it was enough to satisfy Lucius’ curiosity…as there was no more Derfel could say to explain it. And then there was the matter of Lucius’ comment regarding Arthur.
“Well, the man has yet to meet a foe to best him in battle,” Derfel spoke without hesitation. Long before he had witnessed Arthur’s fighting prowess, tales of the man’s skills had traveled far and wide across these lands. Arthur was a hero here in Britain, whether the man cared to recognize that fact or not. Derfel had known a few good fighters already in his life, and Arthur was one of the best with a sword…he still had a small scar across his chest in reminder from when he’d sparred with the Roman once. “He fights well….something to see for sure…but let’s hope you don’t have to see it much too soon, aye? I think we all could use a bit of a rest,” …hopefully Merlin had agreed to peace again. Derfel took another generous drink of ale and then wiped at his lips with the back of his sleeve. In truth, he did not want to think on Arthur right now….the man had been overly kind and generous to Derfel…yet the man had also been forced to kill Derfel’s father …..right before the younger man’s eyes. And that fact was one Derfel had yet to reconcile with….if he ever could. “And I reckon I should see about getting some food back to my lady before I’m too drunk to find my way home,” Derfel added with a laugh. His luck, he would stumble back to their former room in the knights’ quarters and not the new apartment….and promptly pass out. Linnesse would kill him…no, Linnette would. He grimaced at that thought and then looked to Lucius again with an inkling of mirth in his crystal blue eyes. “What you got planned for this night, my friend? You have a lady waiting for ya?” Derfel asked purely out of friendship; wanting Lucius to be as fortunate as Derfel was in having the luck to spend the remainder of the night in the arms of a lover. He smiled broadly at that thought….forgetting, no doubt due to the ale, that Linnesse had recently been very ill. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 02:49 PM Post #107 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:29 am Merlin
Merlin merely stood there, grumpy and impassive, his arms crossed over his chest, as she admonished him. Tell him what she thought...bah, it was a given that she would do that, and Merlin would not truly have wanted it otherwise, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Actually, what he didn't like was the whole damn situation- his best warriors, particularly those of the female gender for whatever reason, were going crazy around him, just when they had no time or resources to coddle anyone! Merlin could take some small comfort in the fact that Guinevere had gone, meek and chastened, about her assigned tasks- but even that wasn't totally satisfying, because he had expected more of an argument from her. Maybe she had truly seen the error of her ways- but Merlin doubted it. She was more likely seething in silence, which was not like her at all. And Juna...Merlin blew out an exasperated breath and whirled towards her as she added her final, immeasurably impertinent thought. Sexy? "This is your honesty? This is your telling me what you think?" Merlin exclaimed, his voice a little hushed so that it didn't carry too far- but with all his frustration clearly evident nonetheless. He had a very good fucking reason to be angry, and all she could think of was that? He sputtered for a second, wanting to add something else but words failed him- so, lacking anything else to do, he grabbed Juna by the shoulders, pulled her against him, and kissed her, hard. "Just do your best to keep anyone else from dying, and I'll be happy," he muttered, releasing her and stepping back, but though he still affected grumpiness, he felt a little better- naturally. "That looks good- take them over there," he called out to the litter-makers, who had two hut wall panels cut free, cut down to size and ready to use. Tristan
Noticing Bors' wince as he shifted his weight against the wall, Tristan neatly scooped up the bird with one hand and shifted it over a bit, then scooted down himself- leaving room for Bors to sit next to him, rather than the hawk, if he wanted to and was really so averse to sitting next to a bird. She was harmless, of course, and he couldn't figure out why Bors seemed nervous around her- but then, unaccountably, he wasn't the only one. She was no danger to anything larger than a rabbit, though- well, except sometimes in battle. But really, there was nothing to worry about. "Eh..." the scout leaned back against the wall again, half-closing his eyes as he tried to organize the story of what had happened on the mission into words. Even now that he had been invited to give one, long explanations did not come at all naturally to him. From beside him, the hawk pecked lightly and irritably at his hand and, realizing he'd been slacking off in cutting the meat for her while he thought, he leaned forward and sliced off another scrap and fed it to her impatient mouth. "Scipio...he's just all wrong, ya know? Went in there demanding Merlin to practically lick his boots- and Barbattus tried to help, but by then..." Tristan shrugged, unable to articulate more. Barbattus's attempts to step in, however well-intentioned, had looked like insubordination, and really, they were. Tristan could see a time and a place for insubordination, and had engaged in it himself from time to time, and taken his punishment, too- but this time, it hadn't done a damn bit of good. Though when it came to the Woads, probably very little would. They were a people fighting for their freedom- no more, and certainly no less. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 02:51 PM Post #108 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:55 pm Bors Bors was surprised that Thristan moved his precious hawk so that he could sit - generally that bird meant more to the taciturn young knight than any of the men in this acursed place, and Bors couldn't really blame him for that either. When all was said and done, each man here would look out for number one when it came down to it, even the knights. Bors wasn't often as cynical as this, and he knew deep down that every one of Arthur's knights would lay down their life for that of their brothers, but sometimes, like tonight, when the men had returned from a battle which had gone bad, his mood would sink to rarely seen depths. He missed the fighting already, and felt suppressed by Vanora and the kids, caged in, like he used to feel as a young man when first stationed here under Arthur. He missed Dagonet, and even now, when his friend was safe in the infirmary, Bors couldn't suppress a shudder at thought of what might have happened, leaving him alone for good, instead of just while the tall man was recovering. He would never dream of telling Vanora, although he guessed she may know anyway, but he loved Dag more than he could ever love her. She was a woman, a gorgeous, loving, feisty woman, but a woman nonetheless, whereas Dag was... well, he was his brother. He scratched his groin absently, and shifted to sit beside the scout without thanking him. It was not the sort of gesture that required thanks.
Bors smirked without humour. How like the Optio to demand absolute surrender, with no thought to compromise, and how like the Woads to take offence at such a demand. "Yeah, well..." he replied dourly, rubbing his thigh with the heel of his hand, "maybe 'e'll 'ave learned 'is lesson now... shouldn't fink so though, arrogant git." He inclined his head towards the hawk, who seemed to be ruffling her feathers against the chill wind which suddenly blew without warning between the small buildings. "So wassamatter wiv it then?" he asked, nodding towards the bird. He wasn't really that concerned about the outcome of the meeting with the Woads. As long as he knew the Romans had made idiots of themselves again he was happy to move on to other topics, and he knew if he showed concern towards the love of Tristan's life he would get more out of him than if he demanded more details. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 02:53 PM Post #109 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 1:11 pm Drake Men sought to please women with diamonds. With gold and with flowers, with expensive trinkets from the pits of the most miserable spots on the planet and yet here he stood. Linnette before him, her expression lifted in happiness as he handed her a book that he had thought about burning on more than one occassion. She looked as if he had just given her the greatest treasure this side of Jerusalem! She balanced the smaller one on the big one and promptly flicked open the pages, perusing some of the words before giving a half smile. Yes - a comedy. It would do her good to be immersed in something that would in no way remind her of her hurt, of her loss. And a woman masquerading as a man? Well... Drake grinned. It might give her an insight into what he found to be amusing. Plus it was about the town near where he came from . In his own little way this was his way of telling her a little about his past without actually... voicing it. Without presuming she would be interested enough to ask or listen.
The Spaniard reached quickly for the larger of the books and ran his thumb over the cover of it before tossing it onto his bed carefully. Linnette was holding the smaller of the two reverently which made Drake laugh softly, brusing his thumb under his chin to scratch an itch. Her opinion of his honesty was met with a self-deprecating shrug. "They're just books. I've read them a hundred times or more." he said by way of dumbing down his 'generosity'. Tensing his jaw, Drake glanced over Linnette's shoulder and then down at her hands, over her shoulder, down at her hands before finally staring above her shoulder. He shouldn't want to ask about her hands. It was none of his business, right? He shouldn't ask about the room, for that was most certainly not his business either. So where did that leave them? "Do you ... need anything?" he asked then hesitantly, his brow furrowing and his green eyes becoming intense. Why had she popped in like that? Was something wrong? |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 02:54 PM Post #110 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 2:56 pm Milan
Milan curled into Mari, molding himself to her shape, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Blue eyes stared in wonderment across the plane of her skin into space, his fingers idly playing with a few strands of her hair as his thoughts reeled. He felt embarrassed now, but he had not acted out of dishonorable intent. He was simply...curious. He was curious about her, about what was transpiring between them, about all of these new feelings and sensations he was free to experience for the first time in his life. Milan didn't know what to make of it. It was all so overwhelming, but sort of beautiful all at the same time. He sighed a warm breath through his nostrils, shifting his face against her shoulder, and watching her slender digits trail down his ribs to his hip. He reached out a hand to her wrist and smoothed it lightly up her arm all the way to the ball of her shoulder. Goosebumps seemed to rise against her skin at his touch, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end in reply. His hand moved to rest at her tiny waist as he lifted his head, using an elbow to support his weight. His eyes were filled with silent devotion, drinking in the sight of her as if it were for the last time. Slowly he inclined his head and pressed his lips to hers, blue eyes brilliant as he continued to watch her face. Their kisses deepened as passion ensued, becoming less possessive and more fervent as time went on. He could not seem to get close enough to her. It wasn't apparent to him that he had lost his tunic somewhere along the way until he felt her cool fingertips against his burning skin. His dark hair was bed-raggled about his head as he pulled away to catch his breath, peering down at her angel's face with uncertain desire igniting behind blue eyes. His hands on either side of her head balanced his weight over her, sinewy muscles rippling under her soft caress. "I..." he began, his beautiful face momentarily taking on a shade of gray. He sounded almost pained as he tried to speak. "...don' wanna...hurt...yyou..." |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 02:56 PM Post #111 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 4:52 pm Catherine Catherine had made enough, more than enough, to satisfy her needs for today. Money in any case. Her mind was more scrambled than normal though. She kept wondering about Gawain, about whether she had made it up to him enough, if she had made amends or if he was just being polite in telling her he would still show her Arthur's maps. As she left the tavern the whore smiled to herself. It was a sad smile, a condescending smile, a self-rebuking smile. Why should a whore care about these things? Why should she care if she saw the maps or not? So long as Gawain came by again to lay between her legs then she should be satisfied... And not for the first time did Catherine feel at odds with her life's pursuits. Her lifestyle was so contrary to her mindset... Sighing, the blonde was twitching her hood into place before she realised it wasn't raining. She paused a moment overlooking the courtyard, looking up at the moon's off-white shape disappear behind a cloud, a nimbus illuminated around the edges of the cloud for a moment before it became to thick for the moon's light to penetrate. Catherine pushed her hood down, tugging the strings at her neck a little tighter for warmth as she stepped down onto the muddy ground in front of the tavern. A part of her was willing herself to go home - another idiotic part of her was saying to go wander the fortress and see if there was more business to be had. Except her heart wasn't in it. Her heart may not have been in it, but when her hazy green eyes spotted a familiar figure walking across the courtyard towards the fortress she gave a wry smile and followed. Her footfalls were quicker than his as she didn't have to think about where she was going - she was just following. And for what reason? Well... Lancelot embodied all that was wild and untamed about Sarmatia in Catherine's eyes. Lancelot and Tristan... but Tristan had already had his way with her and said very little. Perhaps there was more to be said from Lancelot... ? And he was rather handsome too. Bedding him would not be anything like a chore. Despite a twinge in her gut that wished it was Gawain she had spotted at this dim hour walking alone in the moonlight, the whore followed Lancelot with every intention on wooing him. He stopped... his hand lifted to his eye... when Catherine came up alongside of him she saw the darkness that must have been a bruise and sucked in a soft breath between her perfect lips, tilting her head to the side. Her gentle hand lifted towards his hand lifted to his eye, barely touching his knuckles. "Oooo poor thing. Would you like me to kiss it better?" she asked with a smile and very subtle shift of her hips, moving her body in closer to his without seeming to move at all. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 03:07 PM Post #112 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:26 pm Tristan
Wordlessly, Tristan reached over and once more scooped the hawk one-handed from the bench beside him, setting her on his thigh instead so that Bors could get a look at his makeshift splint. She made another grab for the last of the meat in his hand as he transferred her, and overbalanced, almost tipping off his arm, but he got her straightened out with a stern click of his tongue and a firmer grip, then let her have the rest of the meat once she was settled on his leg- the one farther from Bors, in a small deference to his unease with the bird. She tore greedily into the rest of the rabbit flesh- a chunk just too big for her to swallow all at once- as Tristan explained. "Wing..." he gestured to the splint with a small grimace. "I didn't see it- Ione found her." His face settled into an expression of worry on that admission and he reached out to stroke the hawk's head again. He felt bad about that- about not being there when whatever the mishap was had occured, about not knowing more about it. A man had to take care of his animal companions- and then they took care of him in return. And the hawk was second only to his horse in Tristan's regard and affections. Linnette
"Oh, well..." Once more rather uncertain, Linnette took a step backwards, craning her neck to look experimentally out of the doorway into the corridor. The woman she had originally ducked in here meaning to avoid was gone- long gone while she marveled over Drake's books and the fact of his literacy- and the corridor was empty. Linnette suddenly felt a little silly for having come in here to ask for, essentially, an escort to such a perfectly normal place as the infirmary, and a statement that she really hadn't meant anything by it, and she'd be going now readied itself on the tip of her tongue...but she stopped it before it came out. Truth was...company would still be a welcome thing. At least, select company. She repositioned the small book, held tightly against her chest- in a rather defensive-looking posture, had she been able to see it- and tried to phrase her request in as inoffensive a way as possible. "I was thinking to go visit Dagonet in the infirmary, and I wondered if maybe..." she paused, looking up at Drake questioningly sideways, out of the corner of her eyes, and made a small nod towards the door. "If you have time, that is...and if you wouldn't mind?" she added hastily. She didn't want him to think he had to go- she would be just fine without him, and after their conversation about the books had lightened her mood a bit, she truly felt that- she wasn't just putting a brave face on it. But...it would just be nice. Several days ago, she would have soul-searched and agonized about why that was, but no longer- not since the terrible, crushing news. No more bother about why- it would just be nice, and she would take whatever small "nice" she could get. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 03:08 PM Post #113 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 2:01 am Alina
She took that as a no, not that it was a surprise coming from him. Although Alina had thought she had had an understanding of the way Sarmatians worked - her cousin having been one - but Kolya wasn't like others. Sarmatians honored each other like no other people - did that not also include respecting boundaries when it came to another Sarmatian's lover? When Accolon had died, Kolya had arranged the aftermath, the burial and such, and not because he had necessarily known her cousin on a personal level and felt obligated to do so. It came simply as one last act from one Sarmatian to another. Camaraderie like that didn't fade over-night. Or had Kolya simply invoked it at a time of convenience for himself? Did this invisible code of conduct Sarmatians seemed to have toward each other not apply to him because he no longer served alongside his brethren? Alina was far from looking to crucify his character, or blame him for anything. Let ye without sin cast the first stone. She was just trying to grasp the concept of him better. On the contrary, she felt she was at fault in this situation, because she allowed things to continue between them. Blame and worry and everything else aside, however, Alina was beginning to feel confident in what she wanted. That was something she had not expected, to be able to accept things as they were and not how they should've been. She wanted the unthinkable, the impossible. What an ironic world they lived in.
"It was never about competition. I'm not a prize to be won," the healer told him, raising a hand to his face and meticulously examining the damage. She tsked in disapproval and carefully shifted from his embrace, her hand on his arm to steady herself. Her ankle throbbed, but walking seemed manageable. Tonight she couldn't bear to face the infirmary, but at first light the woman was determined to check in. She needed a little time to muster up the courage to face Galahad again - and Lavinia - knowing her absence would not have gone unnoticed by the old healer. "Is it possible for me to leave you alone and for you to still remain in one piece?" Alina asked Kolya then, brow arched questioningly. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 03:14 PM Post #114 |
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Author: Eledhwen Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 2:23 am Bors Bors continued to watch the creature uneasily, though with a great deal of respect. He had no way with animals, apart from his horse, but that was in his blood. On the whole he would rather be on the ground fighting with his fists.
Bors leaned in slightly to inspect the splint, frowning. "Right..." he nodded. "But it'll be awright though yeah? It'll be able to fly again?" While he had no real affinity with animals the way the scout had, he did see the very real love that exsisted between the two, and he knew it would affect Tristan deeply should it not recover. Sometimes it was almost like Tristan saw through the bird's eyes, so great was his knowledge of the land. "I'm bloody starvin'!" Bors exclaimed suddenly, sitting back and rubbing his stomach grouchily. "Wish she 'adn't given you that bloody rabbit, I could just eat that now!" |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 03:16 PM Post #115 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 5:45 am Darya and Neeve
The quietly spoken words helped Darya to feel…safer. Yet the Sarmatian could not really say if they made her feel better of that. She just was not sure. Maybe – now that Arthur knew about the changes as well – they just had to get some sleep. Maybe tomorrow, things would be clearer and easier to approach. However, the dark-haired did not get the chance to tell her lover all this because the door was opened and the Optio entered. Darya already knew that it was time to leave even before one of the Romans spoke. She just allowed her fingertips to briefly brush against Arthur’s leg before letting her dark gaze shift towards Scipio…then towards Neeve. The healer of course knew that it was time for the women to leave, too…and had already packed everything up.
“Of course”, Neeve said formally and gave both, Commander and Optio, a firm nod before moving towards the door. Darya also bowed her head slightly at both Romans and followed the healer. Soon both women had left the room and were standing in the corridor. “You are okay, right?”, the Briton asked Darya while scrutinizing the other woman’s face. “Sure…just tired…”, was the answer. “Look…even though I just told the Commander several times to get some proper rest, I think that would do good to you as well”, Neeve suggested, “…why don’t you just go to your room and…I find you later? To…do what Arthur has asked me to…?” Darya felt like arguing…but decided against it. For now. After all, she was tired. “Alright…”, the Sarmatian replied, the fact that she was not too happy about the situation evident in her voice, “…my room’s just down the corridor and around the corner…” Neeve nodded. “Okay…”, she said and turned to walk into the opposite direction since she had yet some things to take care of; but the healer stopped and glanced back over her shoulder. “Hey…” “What?”, Darya asked and met the healer’s gaze once more. “You’ll get used to it…”, Neeve added and then walked on, just to disappear around the next corner… She had to return the basket to the tavern…to start with… “Of course I will…”, the Sarmatian murmured, if a bit sarcastically as she was not so sure about that yet, and started to walk into the direction of her quarters. Once she was there, the dark-haired did not even bother to undress but just fell onto her bed… The woman used her cloak as blanket and rested on her side…staring out of the window as she did so. Resting properly was certainly easier said than done… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 03:18 PM Post #116 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 7:50 am Lucius While Lucius had put his own mug away he watched Derfel filling his own again and again. He could not allow himself to get drunk. He had seen people talking more than was good for their own health when they were drunk. He would not risk to share their fate. Life was cruel at times but he none the less he would prefer to stay alive for now, avoiding contact with prisons and hangmen. This was what he knew would happen if anyone would realise that he was, in fact, a murderer. No matter if he had killed purposely or if it had been an accident. The Roman saw the smile Derfel offered but knew the same time that his question had not been the best decision. No doubt he was NOT the first person to ask this.
Lucius froze and his jaw dropped open. Literally and clearly visible. To receive such a question in return instead of an answer he had not expected. Otherwise he would have thought twice about talking about the whole topic at all. He clenched his teeth and looked away, seemingly looking for the serving wench. He waved at her and when she reached the table he ordered another mug of ale just to order anything. In fact, he did not care, he just needed something to do. Just then he dared to look back at Derfel and said: "Never." His expression was still kind and open but there was a hint of distance in his dark brown eyes, clearly saying that this answer should better not be challenged. The Roman prefered to accept Derfel's second answer with a nod instead of asking more for now. He knew when he had to let it go - and now was certainly a good moment to end the discussion about fighting his own kind. And Arthur? Lucius had heard the tales and he had been curious and interested to finally meet that man. Rest sounded good in Lucius' ears, no doubt. But he was still curious to find out how it would be to fight at the Commander's side and if the tales were true... or just fairytales.
Lucius laughed about the too drunk comment. Well, the chances were not too bad for this after all the ale. "I hope she is feeling better?" he asked, remembering the sad condition she had been in when he had met the couple the first time.
The wide smile on Derfel's face told more that thousands words and with a laugh Lucius shook his head. With this the hint of distance was gone. "I plan to sleep, my Saxon friend." And with this the message was clear: there was no lady waiting for him anywhere. He thought of Neeve and wondered if she was alright. Neeve and the days they spent together such a long time ago when life had treated him well. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 17 2010, 03:20 PM Post #117 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:31 am Derfel Derfel had consumed nearly enough ale to miss the subtle yet poignant reaction Lucius had shown to the off-handed question about fighting his own kind. Almost. While Lucius ordered another ale for himself, Derfel thought he caught a glimse of ‘something’ unsettling in his friend’s dark eyes. But the knight simply shrugged it off as nothing important…the other man was a fellow soldier and surely had witnessed his own horrors in his days fighting the enemies of Rome. Besides Derfel’s mind, at the moment, was far too shrouded in his own pain to clearly see it in anyone elses eyes….well that and swimming with ale a bit too much to think clearly at this point either.
“Aye, seems to be…and better still when I get back to the room with some food,” Derfel snorted; beginning to feel a wee bit guilty for taking so long to retrieve said promised food for Linnesse. And he found himself truly longing to just collapse into her sweet embrace for the remaineder of the night. But with the luck of the gods, she was peacefully sleeping and unaware of Derfel’s rather long absence. Although, it was quite likely that Linnette would be waiting for the fair haired man with a scowl and a harsh word at his tardiness. Ah well. Best get used to that.
Derfel met Lucius’ laugh with one of his own. He then scrubbed a hand over his stubbly face and had a thought of how to rectify that for his new friend. Blue eyes surveyed the dimly lit tavern….surely there was a pretty and willing serving girl around. Derfel hadn’t paid much attention to the women about the place as he had no need for their companionship….but surely Lucius would. “Oy…have a look at that one over there,” Derfel gestured towards a cute little brunette that was bent over a table displaying a rather plump bosom while serving a group of unappreciative soldiers. “I’ve had a few friendly words with that lass before….I have no doubt I could persuade her to escort you back to your room for your ‘sleepin’,” Derfel gave a knowing wink across the table to his new pal Lucius. The knight then caught the attention of their rather matronly serving wench and ordered a meal to go for he and the sisters. She gave Derfel a snappy retort before heading off to the kitchens to retrieve his order. “So what say you?” Derfel further prodded Lucius with a wry grin as he plunked his once again empty mug back down on the wooden tabletop. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 18 2010, 05:20 PM Post #118 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:28 am Adian The young man really did not need anyone to show him where there might have been damage in the building, or any other building. As he moved among the sick and injured, the thought of the lovely blonde he had tried to care for (Linnesse) and wondered how she had faired. Was she alright? She was a vision of loveliness...and Adian had to admit that he was a sucker for a lovely woman. Though the saucy maiden, Linnette, was less to his liking though lovely as well....her manners and attitude left something to be desired. He recalled the time when he first met her that he had tried to flirt with her. Fiona. Well, she was a friend though she was a woad. It was because he had saved her life, that he had been set free from his imprisonment in the woad camp....though he suspected that some would have liked to have seen him die. Fiona had been different, and he wondered why he had even left her side. She had been good to him, and neither had looked at what the other was: enemies. Was she alright? Would he ever see her again to say what he had really wanted to say to her, instead of sleeping with her, then leaving her. What a cad you are, Adian! What a rouge! But then, you always were...funner that way Trained eyes did see some signs that the infirmary had taken some hits during the attack, A broken window and what looked like a slight amount of fire damage, and he made a mental note to come by and begin fixing them in the morning. First he'd need to stop by and pick up some wood, and his tools from the stall Wogan was in. His hands ran over a wall, and his mind went to Tatiana and how she had appeared out of nowhere while he had been out walking and thinking of Thorn. It was as though she knew he'd be there...and how she seemed to "bewitch" him somehow...the vision she had created during their bath. Damn it all, Adian! You are just a jerk! Go back to her before she sees you for the cad you really are! Seeing all he wished to see, Adian left the infirmary to check over the damage done to the other buildings in the fort. He still needed to think, and this was a great way to do it... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 18 2010, 05:21 PM Post #119 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 4:57 pm Lancelot It was a testiment to how tired he really was that Lancelot didn't hear the light footsteps behind him until the blond was upon him. Her delicate hand rose in mimicry of his own, lightly touching his knuckles.
He'd seen this one about as well - he knew what she was, and thought he knew her name...Catherine. Pretty blond, angelic one. Too clean for the likes of him. And he was busy, in the midst of a thought process that wasn't pretty, and really didn't want to have to put on his charm and facade for yet another whore that would end up teasing and then most likely leaving. Fucking Eyla. I will have words with her. And soon. And yet.... he noticed the subtle shift of her hips, and lowered the hand that had been touching his shiner, grasping her fingers as he did so. He cocked his head, and allowed his telltale smirk to decorate his handsome if dirty features. "Lady," he said, his voice low and rough, although not just from his attempt at sexiness. He cleared his throat, and turned his body to face her. His good eye raked her form; if Eyla represented Arthur's version of hellacious, forbidden, slightly spoiled fruit, this one was all things light and air and the taste of sweet, just ripened apples. Or so it would seem to Lancelot. "No more kissing for me this evening. I've had bad luck with your sex - and I'm sore in need of refreshment." Would it be so bad to linger with her for a bit? Might serve Arthur right to have to wait for me. Fuck that damn 'official' optio. I will dally how I please. He brought their joined hands to his nose and inhaled lightly. "Lovely - after spending the past few weeks with too many soldiers, and the last few hours locked in that place," he nodded toward the infirmary with a dark look, "it is refreshing to see you...Catherine?" He made the name a question, even though he was relatively certain he was right. He took another deep breath, and then freed her hand from his grip. Calm, Lancelot, calm. He smiled again, a crooked affair that disappeared quickly from his face. "What do you here, really, lady?" |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 18 2010, 05:22 PM Post #120 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Aug 17, 2008 5:05 pm Ione When she arrived at the shop, there was a message waiting for her from a customer who frequented her shop. Ione could not read that well, but from what she got of it, the noble lady no longer wanted the dress. Ione rolled her eyes: this was just not her day as everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Plus she had not eaten much, and she was hungry, but nothing still sounded good. In frustration, Ione crumbled up the note, and cast it aside. One never could do enough sometimes to please a customer. You could do everything they asked, and decorate it with painstaking needle work, and still it was not good enough. Opening the door to the shop, Ione went inside, and shut the door behind her.... ...her dark eyes scanned the shop for signs of Mirtha, but appearently he had gone. Hanging her cloak on the hook by the door, Ione walked over to the saffron yellow dress with the deep blue needle work around the sleeves and bottom hem of the dress. Well, it was custom made, and now that the lady did not want it, Ione had to figure out who else could use a dress. There was one who might, and Ione had wondered how she had faired since the last she had seen of her in the infirmary before the attack : Linnesse. Well, maybe she'd want it. She is petite and slender. The young weaver took the dress, and wrapped it carefully in parchment paper so as not to get it messed up and dirty, tying it with a piece of string. Hopefully, Linnesse would like it. Ione smiled as she grabbed her cloak again, and placed it on her shoulders, before grabbing the package and heading out the door again. Making her way over to the knight's quarters, she asked a servant which room the Lady Linnesse was in. The servant pointed down three doors from where they were, and Ione thanked the woman. Clutching the package, Ione walked down the quiet corridor, before arriving at the indicated room. Hopefully, Linnesse was not asleep. Taking in a heavy sigh, Ione knocked on the door quietly... |
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