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| golden_trillium | Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM Post #1 |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 22 2010, 01:55 PM Post #2 |
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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.
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:
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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| golden_trillium | Apr 22 2010, 01:56 PM Post #3 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:48 am Derfel
“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.
“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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 09:29 PM Post #4 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:30 am Linnesse
"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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 09:30 PM Post #5 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:01 pm Derfel
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.
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.
…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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 09:31 PM Post #6 |
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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.
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.
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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 09:32 PM Post #7 |
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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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 09:34 PM Post #8 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:47 pm Linnesse
“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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 09:35 PM Post #9 |
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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.
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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:32 PM Post #10 |
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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…
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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:33 PM Post #11 |
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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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:35 PM Post #12 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 10:59 am Tristan
“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
"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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:36 PM Post #13 |
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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.
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.
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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:38 PM Post #14 |
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Author: Darya Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:19 pm Neeve
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…
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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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:39 PM Post #15 |
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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?
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.
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?
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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