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September 2008
Topic Started: Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM (2,538 Views)
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Author: sirgawain
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:23 am
Gawain


Gawain watched the exchange before him, wishing he was having
some kind of hallucination. Kolya holding Alina and Alina
covered in mud. He felt somewhat bolstered when he saw Alina
rake a hand swiftly across Kolya’s face. Finally! A shred of
hope that she was actually approaching this whole mess
sensibly. He was truly hoping that he didn’t have to handle
this situation in a messy way involving his fists in Kolya’s
face and a very awkward conversation with both Alina and
Galahad. He just wanted his life to be simple for about a day
without any mayhem being stirred up in his path.

He saw Kolya’s glance in his direction after the slap, and
couldn’t identify the emotion in the other man’s eyes. He
narrowed his eyes trying to interpret, but before two thoughts
could even connect in his brain, he watched in mute horror as
the bastard pulled Alina against him as if she were some cheap
whore.

Kolya
 
"Should we give our audience something worth reporting?”


Gawain started striding swiftly, and angrily, across the
courtyard, spitting in disgust on his way to the grotesque
pair. He met Alina’s eyes briefly, saw the surprise there, and
kept moving. He was curling his hands in and out of fists, not
entirely sure what to do with himself. He knew that Kolya had
made that very public display of disgusting—could you call
that affection? He thought it was probably called something
else, but didn’t want to assign any other term to Alina. He
wasn’t quite there yet. His reaction couldn’t be helped,
however, even though he knew he was being goaded. He was
caught somewhere in the middle of standing up for Alina’s
honor and being loyal to Galahad. No matter the motive, the
planned end result for both was a solid fight with Kolya. What
right did he have to put his hands all over anyone like that
in public, let alone his best friend’s lover?

As he got closer, he saw Alina tuck her head into Kolya’s
chest, making him choke out another angry sound of disgust. He
also heard her say:

Alina
 
"Get me out of here; let him think what he wants."


Oh so that’s how it was? That’s how she thought this was going
to go? Gawain definitely had other plans. Before Kolya could
even think about his next move, he grabbed him by the collar,
yanking up as hard as he could. “Alina, get out of here. This
bastard and I clearly have some business to take care of.”
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:48 am
Derfel


Linnesse
 
"It's here….anyway, yes, the food's safe, I think,"


“Good,” Derfel said without raising his head from her shoulder
to meet Linnesse’s gaze. He was comforted by the way she held
on to him, but his stomach continued to churn. Why had Derfel
consumed so much ale tonight? Did it truly help the young
knight overcome all his sorrows? Not really – it only worked
to delay the anguish for another day.

Derfel welcomed Linnesse into his lap with an affectionate
nuzzle at her neck…his stomach grumbled again though and he
had to swallow roughly more than once to keep its contents
down.

Linnesse
 
"Here. Something to hold that ale down,"


“Mmhmm…thank you, luv,” Derfel murmured before fully opening
his mouth and accepting the chuck of bread from Linnesse’s
hand. He chewed and then swallowed the morsel while Linnesse
gently soothed him by rubbing at the back of his neck. Gods,
how he loved this woman! She should be sore at him for his
current drunken state, but luckily for Derfel…she seemed
sympathetic instead. The ale in his stomach greedily soaked up
the bread and Derfel felt some better….more food perhaps?

“That helped….so hows about more?” Derfel said with a little
more steadiness in his voice. His large hands slowly smoothed
over Linnesse’s back and he began to ponder what, if anything,
his lover wore beneath the blanket she had wrapped around her
slender body.

“So…you have anything on under this blanket?” He teased while
waiting for Linnesse to hand feed him again….Derfel was rather
fond of that too. And he prayed to Bel that his stomach would
not ruin what else he enjoyed about Linnesse’s ministrations.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:30 am
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Mmhmm…thank you, luv. That helped….so hows about more?
So…you have anything on under this blanket?”


"Of course, silly!" Linnesse had been in the act of reaching
down to the basket for another piece of bread, but now she
laughed and adjusted the motion to rub the end of her
nightgown sleeve against Derfel's cheek. Granted, down where
he was rubbing her back all he could directly touch was the
blanket...but you would think he would have gotten a glimpse
or a touch of her nightshift earlier...well, then again, maybe
not. Or at least not so that he remembered it.

"You're drunk," she remarked with another laugh, rolling her
eyes and breaking off the other piece of bread, then holding
it to his lips again.

"Here, eat a little more..." leaving him to chew on that piece
of bread, she reached down again and came up with another hunk
for herself, "...and then we can discuss what I might- or
might not- be wearing." She squirmed against him lightly, a
teasing smile now on her face, letting him feel her
nightgown-covered front- her nipples starting to perk up as
she rubbed against him through the thin cloth.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:01 pm
Derfel


Linnesse
 
"Of course, silly!"


Pity.

Derfel grinned at Linnesse as she brushed the side of his face
with the sleeve of whatever article of clothing she did indeed
wear beneath the blanket. If he could control his stomach, he
intended to remove said article of clothing…..once they’d
eaten first of course.

Linnesse
 
"You're drunk,"


Fancy that.

Derfel snorted a laugh in complete agreement. How could he
argue since he’d obviously been acting the part since the
moment he’d entered their little apartment. And once again,
Derfel thanked the gods that Linnette had not been here
waiting to scold him for his unsavory state.

He gladly accepted another chunk of bread from Linnesse’s
hand; being certain to allow the tip of his tongue to extend
out enough to touch her fingertip in the exchange.

Linnesse
 
"Here, eat a little more....and then we can discuss what
I might- or might not- be wearing."


…and she had the audacity to rub her bosom against Derfel’s
chest! Now it was more than his stomach acting up; a zing of
want flew through Derfel’s upper body at the way Linnesse was
now wiggling in his lap. Gods, how he’d missed her. And her
actions seemed to be an indication that the young knight might
get to do more than just hold his lover tonight. Derfel’s blue
eyes sparkled with anticipation, forgetting again that his
stomach was still a real threat to his hopefully evening of
pleasure.

“Mhmmm…don’t be thinkin’ you’ll be wearing anything much
longer either,” Derfel half groaned once he’d swallowed his
mouthful of bread. His hands slid farther down Linnesse’s back
until his fingertips brushed over the roundness of her bottom.

And then Derfel’s stomach gurgled again; not too gently
reminding him that he’d best be tending ‘it’ before satisfying
the urges now rising up in his groin.

“I could use something more than bread,” Derfel said lightly
and attempting to look innocent while his thick fingers gently
kneaded at Linnesse’s generous backside. He might be drunk,
but he knew what he was doing.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:23 pm
Lancelot


Ah, the wiles of women! Lancelot smirked broadly as another,
smaller shiver took his spine as the nicely made fire roared
behind him. He cocked a hip and an eyebrow - careful to make
sure it wasn't the one over the black and blue eye - as
Catherine, her slender fingers twirling her hair, approached
him again. His gaze dipped to her half open bodice; the little
thing was young, and still in tip top shape for one so honest
about her chosen profession. He continued to watch her as she
stood in front of him; her mouth pouting slightly, her eyes
sparkling in the glow from the flames.

Catherine
 
"Now - when you say here, do you mean Badon Hill? Or do
you mean this room with you as companion? To be honest I
don't really know the answer to either question. Women
don't really have much of a choice in being wherever it
is that we are..."


Her soft lips brushed his collar bone, and Lancelot's hand
shot out, grabbing her arm in a tight, suddenly wanting grip.
He moved a bit closer. "I'm sure you could make something up,
love," he whispered in return. "I have a feeling one such as
you does what she wants. And I am no man to force anyone to do
what they do not wish."

Isolde.

Arthur -

gods.

A dark and undesired fury swept through Lancelot's body; every
muscle tightened and his narrow face grew pointed as his brows
decended to hang heavy over his eyes - the arched things
forcing his almost black irises completely into shadow. He
swallowed roughly and felt his body react to the whore's
nearness. His skin prickled and her scent swam in his throat,
filling it with a sweetness that was damn near sickening.

So different from that of horse-musk, of night sweat and
arousal and maleness - and strength. And yet - gentleness as
well.

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


He shoved forward and pressed his slightly trembling and
aroused body against her soft one. So, so different.

"I am the worst," he murmured into the delicate shell of her
ear. Keeping his grip on her arm, he slipped his free hand to
her waist and slid it up the side of her body, counting her
ribs and stopping at the roundness of her breast. Letting his
hand rest at the side of that fullness, he tilted his head
over and claimed her mouth in a kiss - a foolish, soft kiss
that was too much like one other -

he growled and suckled her lower lip between his own, inhaling
her smell and her sweetness and her difference.

He moved one bare foot to rest behind her right one,
effectively trapping her against his body. She could break
away if she wanted - but Lancelot, rage still making him
quiver, hoped she wouldn't want to. He was too far gone, too
far wrapped in his own exhaustion and misery to see what a bad
idea this was.

He broke the kiss and spoke against her lips. "Are you
afraid?"

His voice was the quietest it could be - but full of so much,
he thought for a moment that all the glass in the room would
shatter, the fire might go out -

or perhaps his own crushed heart would finally fade away, as
he so desired it to do.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:42 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Malcus burped as he finished the last of his supper. The
captain sat back in his chair, feeling very well after
satisfying his ravenous hunger. Malcus ran his hands through
his dark hair and sighed heavily, thinking about what faced
him when he met with Arthur.

Barbattus rose from his chair and walked over to his bed where
he got down on his knees. Never having been what one would
consider a very religious man, Malcus still had faith in God
and practiced his faith often. The captain closed his eyes and
touched the small crucifix he always wore around his neck.

God, give me strength. You know what awaits me and you know
the intentions of my heart. Be my voice and allow me to say
the right things. And if you see fit for me to be punished, I
pray for swiftness, your mercy never-ending. Please grant me
the wisdom and patience not to kill the optio...

There was a knock on the captain's door.

Amen.

Barbattus rose from his knees and crossed the room in three
swift strides. His heart of hearts hoped that Scipio did not
stand on the other side. He wasn't sure if prayers worked that
fast. The captain opened the door and was relieved to see one
of the young messengers on the other side.

"Captain Barbattus, Commander Castus wants to see you in his
quarters, sir, right away!"

"Well, it's about time," Barbattus said stepping out of his
room and closing the door behind him.

Malcus walked down the corrider, his boots clicking on the
stone floors. He wore a black tunic over black leggings, black
leather trousers, tied by a black leather belt. The torches
flickered as he passed sconces lined along the passageway.
Thoughts swirled around Malcus' mind as he made his way to the
commander's room. Malcus knew Arthur was a fair man and would
at least hear him out. Malcus also knew that Amadeus wanted
his hide. He wondered how all of this would turn out.

Barbattus arrived at Arthur's door, which was already
partially open. Malcus took a deep breath and knocked, pushing
the door open as he did so. He stepped inside and closed the
door behind him.

Amadeus' was the first face he saw, even before Arthur's.
Malcus ignored him and turned his gaze toward the commander
who was standing next to the fireplace, his face a mask of
seriousness.

Barbattus struck his chest in the Roman way, giving Arthur the
respect he deserved and ignoring the optio completely.

"Commander Castus, I am reporting, sir, according to your
order," he said in his military voice.

Barbattus told himself that he would remain professional and
stick to the facts. Malcus looked directly at Arthur, locking
onto the commander's emerald stare with his own dark gaze. He
did not want to disappoint his commander and his friend. While
he knew he had challenged the optio's authority, he also
believed he had saved their lives.

Malcus struck his chest again and waited for Arthur to speak.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:47 pm
Linnesse


Derfel
 
“Mhmmm…don’t be thinkin’ you’ll be wearing anything much
longer either. I could use something more than bread.”


“Cheese? Or do you mean something else entirely?” Linnesse
teased, laughing and rolling her hips subtly back into his
kneading fingers and then forward again. Despite Derfel’s
inebriated state, the need to be careful of his stomach- he
definitely did need some more food, no matter what she joked-
happiness was bubbling up inside her, a joyful anticipation of
where this was apparently going. It felt like it had been
forever!

“Just a minute.” She leaned in to place a peck of a kiss on
his lips, pressing a piece of the said cheese into his hand at
the same time, and then slid out of his lap, kneeling on the
floor in front of the basket instead. With quick, deft
movements- she had a pretty good idea where each item in the
basket was by now, even though she still couldn’t see much-
she separated off about half of he contents, wrapped them into
one of the cloths, and took the whole bundle out to the outer
room and set it on the table there. That way, Linnette could
find it there if they were asleep when she came back-
Linnesse’s mind blithely glossed over the possibility that
they could be making love when Linnette got back, that not
being something her mind wanted to worry itself over right
now. It might have been in her unconscious somewhere, but in
the thoughts she was aware of? It didn’t even figure.

The food for Linnette in position, Linnesse made her way back
to the inner doorway- carefully putting her hands out to feel
for the doorframe this time, and making it in without any
mishaps- and shut the door behind her. Once it was closed, she
walked forward, bent over with her hands out, until she found
the top of Derfel’s head, and at the same time her foot
contacted the basket, thankfully not hard this time.

“Still eating?” she asked him with a teasing tone as she slid
into his lap again, reaching into the basket and biting off a
bit of cheese for herself.















Linnette

“Men,” Linnette muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes
once her back was turned to Drake and Galahad, who seemed
determined to exchange significant glares and warning
gestures. But as long as things didn’t erupt into another
fight, Linnette wasn’t worried. Drake could take care of
himself, and Galahad- well Galahad was just insufferable. She
had almost forgotten how annoying the knight could be, and now
the momentary distraction from her nervousness that his
beat-up condition had been was paling to insignificance beside
the desire not to stand around talking to him any more.

“I’ll be over here,” she tossed back off-handedly to Drake,
and then turned to face the source of her nervousness in the
first place- Dagonet. He appeared to have noticed her, some
time between when she had last looked over in his direction
and now, and once more her stomach and throat started to twist
themselves into knots at the sight of him. He…he looked so
much like Gedeon, really. Back when Gedeon had been alive,
Linnette had not thought the resemblance to be too great,
though she had acknowledged that it did exist, but now…now
suddenly all his features seemed to have taken on a greater
resemblance to those of his deceased son. If he had had hair,
and was a bit thinner in the body…Linnette blinked, as if this
would clear the vision from her mind. It didn’t- not entirely.

“Hello…Father,” Linnette began in a soft voice, once she was
standing by his bedside; she consciously made herself use the
title, even though it seemed a bit strange on her tongue now-
but she had always called him that since she and Gedeon had
married, and she wanted to make a point by saying it- she
wanted him to know that she still thought of him that way, or
wished to.

“Saoirse,” she added, sliding her eyes over to the other
red-headed woman and mustering a smile for her. She had always
liked Dagonet’s woman- but as she often did, she got a
slightly strange feeling when seeing her with Dagonet- the
older knight was someone she- quite rightly, in her mind-
thought of as a parent, but Saoirse was only about her own
age. And especially now- it was rather ironic which one of the
two redhead women had lost their man to battle first.

“Are you feeling any better?” Linnette went on, determinedly
making herself more cheerful, trying to make conversation with
Dagonet that would not center entirely on what they had both
lost.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 8:14 pm
Neeria


Neeria stretched her legs. Even with her short stature, her
cold feet almost touched the other wall of the small 3x7 cell.
Still freezing, the small woman stood again and began jumping
up and down to warm up. But the pain in her side stopped her
continuing to do so.

"TRISTAN!!!" she screamed again, her voice cracking.

It happened so fast.

Suddenly, the door to Neeria's cell flew open and a tall, dark
figure rushed inside. The woad was caught completely off guard
as the figure clutched her by the chest. Frightened, Neeria
stumbled backwards, further into the cell, slamming into the
wall. Unable to see who held her, she began flailing her arms
and kicking out with her short legs.

"Unhand me you filth, you swine, you piece of horse shit!!"
she said, punching into the darkness.

Tristan
 
“Shut. Up.”


Neeria stopped swinging. She knew that voice. The accent. The
words slow, pronounced and deliberate. She smelled him.

Neeria reached up wildly into the darkness, grabbing and
seized a familiar braid. It was Tristan. The woad's breath
left her lungs in a gust of relief and she grabbed both of the
scout's arms, pulling him close to her, placing her head
momentarily on his chest in gratitude.

"It's long time you came for me, Sarmatian!" her teeth
chattering, still holding his hair. "I don't want to be here,
take me from this place!"
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:14 am
Neeve


Neeve had smiled wryly at Tristan’s reaction to her words…but
then just followed him into the direction the screaming was
coming from. The healer glanced at all the cell doors they
were passing, wondering if there was someone behind each of
them… She had no idea. It was possible, wasn’t it?

Then they reached the cell in question and the knight ordered
the guard to open it. Neeve glanced into the small dark place
from behind the Sarmatian…and noticed a small slightly moving
bundle on the ground. Crossing her arms before her chest, she
watched Tristan pulling the other person into the air to shut
her up…which did not work right away…but in the end did. Yet
what happened then made the healer lift her chin critically…

Neeria
 
"It's long time you came for me, Sarmatian! I don't want
to be here, take me from this place!"


The Briton arched an eyebrow at the sight before her. The Woad
was literally clinging to Tristan and if she would not know
that the scout was certainly not too happy about that, the
situation could have actually been called somewhat amusing.
However, the other woman’s comment made Neeve snort slightly.
“This is not about wanting to be here…”, she murmured and
regarded what she could see of the Woad. The raven-haired
woman was sure that the Woad was here for a good reason…even
though for being one of the blue-painted forest creatures was
already reason enough; but she kept that thought to herself…
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 10:22 am
Titrus


Titrus patted his foot to the music being played by the two
drunk men in the corner of the tavern. One played a makeshift
stringed instrument while the other banged on some sort of
drum. The lieutenant laughed to himself and threw back the
rest of his ale. He stretched his legs and yawned. It had been
a long and back breaking day. His thoughts wandered to his
earlier tryst with Catherine and then to his captain,
Barbattus. Titrus waved his hand and ordered another ale.

"Drink up , while I'm still buying!" he yelled over to Quintus
and popped some nuts into his mouth.

He wondered what had gone wrong on the mission. Titrus learned
long ago not to listen to rumors that circulated around the
keep. Upon Malcus' return, the captain hadn't summoned him
however, so maybe there may be a little truth to the rumors.
If Barbattus was in trouble, that could mean a real shake up
in the ranks. Something Titrus was not looking forward to.

When the ales arrived, Titrus tipped his cup to Quintus and
swallowed a hearty sip. He'd finish this one and then head
home to see his precious daughters.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 10:59 am
Tristan


Neeria
 
"It's long time you came for me, Sarmatian! I don't want
to be here; take me from this place!”


Neeve
 
“This is not about wanting to be here…”


“Achh,” Tristan shook his head in protest and ground an
exasperated sound out of his throat; he totally agreed with
Neeve, and besides, the prisoner was holding onto his hair,
for Christ’s sake? What did she think she was, a child?
Perhaps more importantly, who did she think he was- why had
she seized upon him as the person who had the power to free
her, perhaps even the person who was responsible for putting
her in here in the first place? He had no such power!

“Woad…” he began, reaching up and digging her fingers out of
his braid, unwrapping them forcefully even though it hurt him,
too. He would have gladly ripped out all of his own hair if
only she’d leave him alone. He took her by the upper arms, not
quite as roughly as he had when he had first come into the
cell, but very firmly nonetheless, and pried her away from
him, looking into her eyes and speaking in a low, but slow, as
calm as he could possibly make it with considerable effort. He
didn't want any more misunderstandings- she had never had any
business screaming for him in the first place, and he didn't
want it to happen again.

“I didn’t put you here; I can’t get you out. I’m not who you
think I am.” Whoever that is. I'm a slave- isn't that what
your Merlin always calls us? Well, it's true, damn it!








Quintus

Titrus
 
"Drink up, while I'm still buying!"


"Aye." Quintus gave a crooked smile of gratitude and raised
his new mug in Titrus's direction before taking a draught that
emptied half the cup. His attention was still distracted by
the interesting scene that had just taken place at the table
next door, though...he leaned back on his bench, curiously
watching the place where the incandescently angry scout and
the healer woman had gone. Interesting...he would have to get
the full story on the prisoner later from the men on duty in
the cells. But it was a damn strange thing...

"Why we keeping the Woad around still, anyway?" he asked
Titrus curiously, glancing over at Bors and Jols, too, to see
if either of them had anything to contribute. Quintus knew, of
course, that the Woad woman had offered to take Arthur to
Merlin- but if things hadn't gone well, perhaps she had not
been as helpful as she had claimed to be. Was she of some
further use anyway? Or what?

"Wish we knew more what happened," the Centurion muttered
darkly, bending his head for another drink of ale.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:34 pm
Neeria


Reluctantly, Neeria released her grip of the scout's hair as
he pried her numb fingers from his braid. But she resisted his
efforts to push her away from him.

Neeve
 
“This is not about wanting to be here…”


Neeria blinked against the darkness, startled by a woman's
voice. She was not Roman, judging by her accent. Who was she?

"Who are you?" Neeria yelled into the darkness.

Tristan lowered his head so that his face was directly in
front Neeria's, his voice low and deliberate.

Tristan
 
"Woad...I didn't put you here; I can't get you out. I'm
not who you think I am."


Neeria blinked into the darkness, still trying to hold onto
the scout.

"Why am I in this place? I did what I said I would do!
Therefore I should not be a prisoner, they have gone back on
their word! You can help me, Tristan. Talk to Arthur. Surely
he favors you, his scout."

Neeria grabbed onto Tristan again.

"I am cold and hungry. Surely you would feed even a dog and
give him warmth!" she growled.

This time it was she who put her face in Tristan's. "I do know
who you are. We are not enemies, Sarmatian."
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:19 pm
Neeve


Neeria
 
"Who are you?"


Ah, so she had heard her… Neeve smirked slightly and made a
step forward until she stood in the cell door’s threshold.
“Me? Just moral support for a friend…and a witness should a
Woad again attempt to kill someone…”, the Briton replied dryly
as she leaned against the cool rusty doorframe. Then Tristan
spoke again…

Tristan
 
“Woad…I didn’t put you here; I can’t get you out. I’m
not who you think I am.”


Neeria
 
"Why am I in this place? I did what I said I would do!  Therefore I should not be a prisoner, they have gone back on their word! You can help me, Tristan. Talk to Arthur. Surely he favors you, his scout.  I do know who you are. We are not enemies, Sarmatian."


Neeve arched an eyebrow. She was pretty sure that the Woad had
no idea who Tristan really was. Except for Percival, probably
no one ever did…not really. At least not that she knew of.
What did the Woad expect? She was the enemy…her people had
attacked the Fort…twice… And they had attacked Arthur and the
knights as well. The healer’s problem was that she had no idea
what the Woad was talking about when the other woman said
something about having done what she had promised and so on.
Blue eyes shifted towards Tristan, who right now was the only
person that could enlighten her on this…one way or the other.

“No doubt they had a good reason to put you here…”, the
raven-haired murmured and blew a strand of hair out of her
face, confident that Arthur would not allow someone innocent
to be locked away in the dungeons. But then…could a Woad be
innocent at all?
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 3:01 pm
Dagonet


The big man's heart beated with force as Linnette turned into
his direction, away from Galahad and Drake. Dagonet nervously
looked away with brief closure of his eyes. He felt trapped.
Guilty..

The mere thought that she was wife of his fallen son and that
she had his child inside her made his whole world into
spinning. That thought made his guilty so much bigger!
He could not help her... now. He was useless.

What could he tell her? What words were right in this
situation?

Linnette
 
“Hello…Father,”


He felt her eyes upon him, eximinig him. He felt that he
should look at her also, but could not find enough courage.
Only when she spoke up Dagonet looked at her... Smile didn't
appear on his face, even he indeed was glad to see her.
Yes he was glad to see her... To see that she was alright and
no harm came to her.

Father... she called him that because of Gedeon. There was no
connection between them now.

A child yet not born only.

But she used it now. She still wanted to look up on him as a
father and a grandfather to her child. It was good to hear,
although the word 'father' was no completely suitable for him
now. Two of his children lost forever.

Linnette
 
“Saoirse,”


As she greeted Saoirse, the tall knight allowed himself moment
for eximing Linnette... She looked well in fact. There were
lines of sorrow appearent on her face. Slightly red eyes and
swollen, from tears. Something else caught him eyes, though.
She had bandage over her hands.

A frown appeared upon his face. What was that?

Linnette
 
“Are you feeling any better?”


Her question made him look up upon her face once more. Better?
Was he feeling better?

No... Side wound pained greatly, and he still felt so tired...
so very tired and weak. But he could not tell her that.
He was suppose to be strong once again. He should at least try
to be strong...

"Much better," he answered glancing sideways at Saoirse
wondering why she didn't interfere before he spoke up. "Only
tired..."

Tired of this wound, of his state, of this infirmary, of
tears, of sorrow, of guilty... of feeling so helpless.

He swallowed roughly not knowing what else he could say. Then
he remembered the bandage he saw on her hands and reached to
gently grasp one of them and look closer.

"What happened?" he asked like her, avoiding the topic which
hurtem them both the most.

Gedeon's death...
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