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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:40 PM Post #16 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 5:24 pm Jols After ordering a refill on his ale, the squire nursed his drink as he glanced around the room, making brief eye-contact with one of the two Centurions as he did so. Jols nodded his head in a friendly greeting to them. "Woads are nothing but trouble. They can't be trusted to keep their word to the enemy only if it either suits them or they can get something out of it in return for themselves." He commented seriously. "I think that that the woad got it into her head somehow, someway that Scout could help her in some particular way. Just *how* she thinks that I'm not quite sure of." Jols replied with a small shrug before sipping at his drink again. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:42 PM Post #17 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:16 pm Tristan
Tristan merely pushed her away again, rolling his eyes at that statement that they were not enemies…yes they were! What else could they be? She did not intimidate him, though- but she did exasperate the hell out of him. At least she wasn’t clutching at him and shouting any more, but she seemed to expect him to work miracles! Why? And why should he, even if he could?
From behind Tristan, in the shadow created by the cell door, Neeve spoke softly, and Tristan half-turned to her, though he kept more than half his attention on the Woad. He was damned if he’d allow himself to be surprised. “She promised to lead us to Merlin,” he growled by way of concise, grumpy explanation to Neeve. “Took us to a camp, but he wasn’t there. He found us. Then it all went to shit. So who knows what she meant to do- but she’s a Woad.” He added that last darkly, significantly. She was a Woad. And that was most of what they needed to know about her. She couldn’t be up to anything good, and damned if he was going to go running to the commander like an old woman to beg mercy for her. Though if he knew Arthur, he wouldn’t hold this woman for long. More than likely she’d be out of here by tomorrow, at the latest, as soon as Arthur had heard all the relevant reports and thought on it a bit. Maybe Tristan should tell Neeria that…though at this moment he wasn’t sure whether such a prediction would make things better or worse. Linnette
“Oh, well…” Linnette glanced down dispassionately at her hands, seeing as if for the first time the neat bandages that covered the palms, the thicker, more supportive layers of cloth on the possibly-broken left one. She hadn’t planned on showing them to Dagonet…but his touch and his question were gentle enough that she found she didn’t mind him seeing them as much as she had thought she might. Though she still didn’t really want to explain. “I…” she broke off with a sigh, then, glancing quickly from Dagonet to Saoirse for permission, sat down tiredly on the edge of the bed, on the side opposite from the one Saoirse occupied. “I got a little upset,” she admitted, pulling her hands back from Dagonet’s and setting them deliberately in her lap- not hiding them, really, just…taking them back to herself. “I was told I had to move quarters…but it’s settled now,” she explained, looking back to Dagonet with another little meant-to-be-encouraging half-smile, and deliberately leaving vague exactly in what way it had been “settled”. She and Linnesse and Derfel were indeed “settled” in the new place now, and the last thing she wanted was more fruitless outrage on her behalf, more upheavals. She was settled, albeit not exactly as she wanted to be- it was good enough, and it was better than uncertainty. Quintus
“She’s crazy if she thinks that,” Quintus remarked with another snort and a roll of his eyes. Tristan the Sarmatian was a heartless bastard, by all accounts, and the Centurion’s personal experience with him, though limited, certainly bore that out. The man didn’t seem to feel anything human except an unnatural affection for that bird that followed him everywhere. “He’d as soon kill her as look at her- and most of the rest of the lads feel the same way.” Considering the recent attacks while a truce was theoretically in effect, Woads in general were not popular in the fortress right now. That woman was lucky she was still alive, and not even raped like that one poor bastard had tried to do before the mission. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:43 PM Post #18 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:42 pm Ione She tried to sleep, but the sleep would not come. All she could hear were Linnesse's words in her head, and every time they drifted through Ione's mind, the more the tears would come...the ones she fought so hard to control. She lay on her back, and slowly opened her eyes which were wet with tears, blinking them back. Her worried and troubled thoughts assailed her mind: Her unborn child, Mirtha's anger toward her, the losses of Accolan and Gedeon...and Thorn. Her thoughts went out to Linnette, and wondered if there was anything she could do for her. Condolences were surely in order, as well as blankets and baby clothes for Linnette's own child... Ione swiped a tear from her cheek, as she sat up rubbing her stomach. Neeve had told her to calm down and try to sleep, but for Ione, sleep would not come. Her biggest worry was for Javier, the man she had loved with all of her heart, and he had loved her as well. Sitting on the edge of the bed dragging her blanket with her, Ione left a hand run over the cold side of the bed almost sensing that the Southerner was there with her even now...Have the Gods kept you safe, love? I wish there was some way for me to know that you are still thinking of me... The ring on her finger glinted in the dim light shining through her small window... Getting up out of bed, Ione walked out into the shop area where her favorite chair sat a safe distance from the fire. Huddled in the chair with her blanket about her, Ione stared blankly into the fire thinking back on all of the men she had wasted her love on. The ones she had cared so much for: Lancelot, Galahad, Javier, Arthur, Mirtha, Accolan, Matteus.... She became angry as the tears flowed more freely. Gods what a laughing stock she had become: the woman who gave her hear tot any man who looked her way. Oh, but if they had only knew just how serious she had been, and that the love she had offered them was from her heart and not for a one night stand. Lancelot had been the first and foremost in that love capacity. Granted she did not consider herself a blossoming beauty, but she did have a heart and a great capacity to love. With a sigh, she turned her tear stained face toward the window and looked out into the bleak night.... It was at this point that Ione made a vow to herself that it would just be she and Javier's child. She made up her mind to live alone, and the only love she had left would be given to her child... Perhaps her heart would know if the right man happened to cross her path...so far it had been wrong, but if she quit trying, then surely the right one would come into her life. Adian The one gate he had used to go hunting was now blocked up. Adian cursed under his breath, though he had heard from some folks passing by that a wagon had arrived with supplies had arrived at the fort earlier. Well thank the gods for that! Suppose it would not hurt to check on the wood and other supplies we'll need for the repair jobs to be started in the morning.... With a heavy sigh, Adian walked back to his quarters. He'd get an early start tomorrow. The young carpenter arrived at his quarters hoping to the gods that Tatiana was asleep. Quietly, he opened the door, stepped inside and closed it softly behind him. The room was dark except for the glowing embers in the fire. Taking off his dark cloak, Adian walked over to a table he kept a candle on and lit it. He smiled at the soft glow it brought to the room, and he picked up the holder and carried the candle over to his own bed. Setting it down, he unlaced his tunic and slipped it over his head trying to be quiet so that his new room mate could sleep... In his thoughts, Thorn was there with him... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:44 PM Post #19 |
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Author: Kay Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 9:18 am Guinevere The princess watched as her father strode away to talk to Ash. A jerk of his head invited her along wth him, but she was in no mood to join in the conversation. She wanted to be alone; to have time to turn over the event of these last few days in her mind. Two of her best fighters were now lost; one through capture and the other...Guinevere sighed; she was certain that Mona had lost her wits. Her father still seemed unconvinced. Whatever the truth of the matter, Mona would no longer be able to fight against the Romans by her side. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:45 PM Post #20 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 12:40 pm Arthur Silence filled in the space between Arthur and Amadeus and the Commander was glad of it. He needed to think….about more than just the failed mission and the dissension between Scipio and Barbattus. Arthur rubbed his thick fingers across his mouth and sighed down at the flames where they gleefully and obliviously danced in the fireplace. He felt guilty for sending Darya away…again. He felt guilty for all that he had not said when Darya had informed him of her pregnancy….their child. And what in God’s name was keeping Lancelot? Arthur’s chin dropped as he shut his weary eyes against the maelstrom of emotions that churned inside of his head the moment he let Lancelot enter into his thoughts. Luckily, Arthur’s side twinged to distract him and he pressed the palm of his hand even tighter against the stony hearth. Focus on the failed mission first. Duty first. Darya and Lancelot….I will have the remainder of the night for them. And then I shall ride out to Merlin at first light. The Commander than turned his thoughts to the other pressing issue at hand and began to brood over – recalling every word of – Scipio’s report while the Optio sat quietly at the table. One positive note: Amadeus had spoken well of Tristan and Arthur would make a point to thank his scout for that. The Sarmatian knights were not fond of their Roman counterparts (that was putting it extremely mildly) and thus Arthur was sure Tristan had made quite an effort on the mission while serving under a newly assigned Roman officer. Yet apparently Malcus had not. ……He presumed to dress me down, reminding me of our intention here and threatening me, sir, with your name. I know you would not do it, Commander, but your Captain almost made it seem to me that he was there to spy upon me, that he was there because you did not trust me. Had Arthur intentionally sent Malcus to keep an eye on Amadeus? Perhaps in a way he had. Amadeus had no prior experiences treating with Merlin and the Woads. But why would Malcus openly threaten a superior officer and risk his own punishment; possibly severe…..and Arthur would now have his answer as a knock came at the open door and Captain Barbattus strode into the Commander’s quarters head held high and confident. Serious yet weary emerald eyes met determined dark ones…. ….Malcus gave a proper salute to which Arthur met - to himself hardly the vision of a proper Roman officer while barefoot, casually dressed in a black un-tucked tunic and leather trousers - with grace and an appreciative nod of his head. Arthur, although not conscious of it himself, always exuded strength and honour…he was a natural born leader…born to be the guiding force, source of wisdom and power for everyone… other than himself. His left hand remained carefully placed over his wounded side while his right slid from the hearth and came to rest on his hip as Arthur turned to fully face Malcus.
His gaze briefly flickered to the small crucifix at Malcus’ throat…quite similar to the one that Arthur wore beneath his own tunic…Uther’s cross. The son drew strength from the father’s cross. Malcus had known Arthur’s father and had long fought at Arthur’s side….Arthur had always trusted him and would trust in his words now. ‘Faith in God and in our brothers…bound together in life and in death.’ An oath spoken long ago among soldiers before Arthur had risen in the ranks still held true today as the Commander looked upon Malcus Barbattus; friend and loyal soldier. “Captain,” Arthur answered officially and took a step closer to Malcus; the corner of his mouth curved up into a small genuine smile for his friend despite the seriousness of the moment. Arthur took a moment to glance over Malcus and found no outward signs of injury…thank God. Amadeus had reported no losses, but that did not rule out injuries to the men. “I am glad to see you have returned from Merlin’s camp in one piece, Captain,” Arthur began without for the moment acknowledging Scipio’s presence. He cleared his throat and twisted his mouth before continuing….it was never a pleasant task to deal with insubordination…especially when it was someone the caliber of Malcus. “I have received the Optio’s report on the mission,” Arthur briefly gestured towards Scipio with his right hand, but did not break eye contact with Malcus. “I wish to also hear your account of the meeting with Merlin…please speak freely, Captain,” Arthur gave a gentle nudge - permission if you like - for Malcus to speak openly as the Commander needed all the facts from both of his officers before he would make his assessment. Malcus knew him, knew that Arthur would truly listen and treat the Captain with respect and fairness no matter what. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:46 PM Post #21 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 12:47 pm Dagonet Dagonet held her hands very gently, mindful for not to cause her any pain or harm, if it was serious. He could not see anything behind the bandages... and was very worried about this. He had been always worried for people he cared for. And he cared for Linnette very much. She was his son's wife... future mother of his grandchild. Dagonet had never a real family years back at Sarmatia... Familly without a father, he had been always acting like a protector to his younger brothers. Then he had Bridgette and little Gedeon, who he had lost because of Rome. He had never tasted how to have a real, loving family. Here in this place, was hard to endure alone. Here everybody searched for anybody close. And those people around you became your family.... And Dagonet was in desperate need of a family. Those people around... Bors, Vanore, their children, other knights, Arthur, Saoirse, Linnette and her sister - this was his family now. They had to look for each other. Those few people meant whole world to him.
Dagonet felt hesitation in her voice and in the way she looked down at her hurted hands. She looked from Dagonet to Saoirse and took a sit on his bed. While she explained Linnette took hands away from Dagonet's grasp. The tall knight frowned at her explenation. Settled... Move quarters? How was that possible? She needed a place to stay. How was it settled? He did not understand. "Move?" he asked, after clearing his throat. He himself didn't know which was best, avoiding the topic of which hurted them both the most, or talking about it. After she moved her hands away from him, Dagonet nervously brought one of his own to his side and the other laid just beside Linnette, not having the caurage to touch her hands again. He felt so nervous... he wanted to ask how was she feeling, was she to the chapel, and what have she done with Gedeon's things. He wanted to talk with her about what happened. Felt so strong urge that it was almost overwhelming. Maybe she was not ready for it. Maybe he was not ready for it... Maybe it was too fast. Maybe it was better to stay silent about it. Maybe this will hand between them endlessly and none of them will break themselfs to speak of it. Dagonet's gaze dropped with nervusness and shook his head sadly, swallowing roughly. They both needed time and it would seem they both needed somebody close with them. He had Saoirse... Who she had? Linnesse? Derfel? Dagonet should take full responsibility for her... he should take care of her. Instead it was she, who had to come and ask about his condition. It hurted more than he could ever believe it would.... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:47 PM Post #22 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 1:02 pm Derfel
Derfel groaned appreciatively as Linnesse gently rocked in his lap. Of course he meant something else entirely. But he refrained from commenting and simply grinned at his lover even as she slipped out of his grasp. Mithras! If only his stomach would settle down a bit so he could more fully enjoy this right now. But instead of chasing after Linnesse, Derfel took a bite out of the chunk of cheese she had placed in his hand before crawling out of his lap. Where was she off to anyways? Ahhh…gathering the contents that had spilled out of the basket. Good. Derfel’s stomach gurgled and he gave the offended thing a comforting rub with his free hand. The knight frowned though at watching his lover walk out of their room with said food. He was still hungry! I suppose I have to get up and walk…er stumble…after her now if I want her….er the food. But luckily that was not the case as Linnesse quickly returned and much to his amusement, promptly patted Derfel on the head.
“Well I was, luv…you take all the meal out?” Derfel answered in a wounded tone and reached for Linnesse’s slender waist….finding her kneecap first. His hand slid up under the material of whatever she wore and gave her bare thigh a generous rub. “Save something else for me?” Derfel teased and tilted his head back anticipating a kiss but thumping his skull against the wall behind him. “Ow,” He half laughed…in truth he hardly felt anything due to his current inebriation. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:53 PM Post #23 |
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Author: Starbelle Dat: Wed Sep 03, 2008 5:00 pm Tatiana Over in her own bed, Tatiana stirred slightly then woke up from the light doze that she'd been in when she heard the door open and his boots enter their room. "Adian..did..you get..everything.. that you needed to get done?" A few yawns escaping her control and slipping into her voice as she spoke quietly while sitting up letting the covers roll down slightly with her movements. "I wasn't sure if you'd be thirsty when you returned, so I made some tea in a pot for us . The base is resting inside of a deep nest of embers on the floor of the fireplace to keep it warm as I wasn't sure just when you would be coming in. There's an empty mug sitting on the table for you. I hope that you like it." Tatiana commented, her sleepy voice sounding like a little girl in the darkness talking to her father in the middle of the night. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:55 PM Post #24 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 7:57 pm Linnette
So it seemed he wasn’t going to let her just not explain that. Not that she could really blame him- she just didn’t want him to worry. Linnette shrugged and put on another half-smile, her eyes flicking to Saoirse, too, hoping she would understand the need to reassure, rather than protest. “Yes…I’m sharing with Derfel and Linnesse now. We have a nice two-room down at the end of the same building.” Curse it, that was so cheerful and bright- not at all what Linnette felt about it. Nice, the quarters maybe were, but there was no use pretending that they were her first choice of a place to stay. A twinge of bitterness plucked at her throat as she remembered how glimpsing the closing door of the new quarters had prevented her from going in to put the little book now tucked under her arm away, and with a sigh she let the book slip down and brought it around to rest in her lap with her bandaged hands. The sight of the title and the cover, though, made the corner of her mouth twitch up almost imperceptibly, though. A comedy, Drake had said…maybe it would prove good reading. “It’s nice,” she repeated, ducking her head a little to try to catch Dagonet’s eye. He was gazing down at the blanket, swallowing roughly almost as if he was nervous. Him, nervous too? “You look like him when you do that,” Linnette whispered, the words tumbling from her mouth without premeditation. She hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t meant to make what might be an awkward remark, but the resemblance had suddenly struck her- how if you stripped away the layers of sadness, the weighty years from Dagonet’s expression, you might be left with the same boyish apprehension and eagerness to please that had marked Gedeon’s first overtures to her. Would the child in her belly also look like that? Would it look much like its father at all? Linnette’s hand went unconsciously to her stomach, and she blinked a dampish blink as she tried to imagine a similar expression on the face of a child- a baby. Linnesse
“Oh, love,” Linnesse laughed herself in response, shaking her head in mild exasperation again and leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead, this time. ‘We’ve got to stop hitting your head on things…here.” She groped for a moment in the opposite direction from the basket and managed to locate and pull down one of the pillows from the bed, which she carefully tucked behind Derfel’s head with a nod of satisfaction. At this rate, though, they were going to have the whole bed out of the bed before they got back in it! “And I didn’t take all the food out there- here’s the rest.” She reached over for the basket again and now plonked the whole thing- minus the food she had left out for Linnette- in Derfel’s lap, between then two of them. “Plenty in here still…” she stuck her hand in and came up this time with a piece of cold meat- it had been thinly sliced, she was happy to note- folded it, and held it up to Derfel’s mouth again, while all the while the foot of the leg he was rubbing curved into the hollow of his elbow and rubbed against his bicep in its teasing turn. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:56 PM Post #25 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Wed Sep 03, 2008 7:58 pm Malcus Barbattus Malcus quickly scanned Arthur, his friend, from head to toe. He noticed how Arthur carefully covered his side with his left hand. The commander's eyes were clear but weary with what appeared to be fatigue, his thick curls mussed about his head. Arthur stood tall in his bare feet and untucked tunic. Even in his disheveled state, Arthur exuded confidence and authority. Under his open-necked tunic, Malcus caught a glint of the gold necklace that Arthur always wore around his neck, just like he - Malcus, always did. The memory of the elder Pendragon made a faint smile momentarily appear on Malcus' iron jaw. ‘Faith in God and in our brothers…bound together in life and in death.’ The oath rang loudly in Malcus' ears. It was as true that day as it was the first day Barbattus uttered those words as a young soldier, fighting by Arthur's side. Malcus knew that Arthur would hear his case and be fair even if fairness meant harsh punishment for Malcus. Barbattus could live with that, coming from Arthur. Commander Castus returned Malcus' salute and Barbattus finally turned his gaze upon the smug optio sitting at Arthur's table. Malcus nodded at the optio. The sight of the piss-ant Roman made the captain's stomach roll. The smug, secure way Amadeus sat in the chair with all of his Roman piety made Malcus want to hit the other man in his ratty, thin little nose. "Sir," he said with slight nod of his head. Malcus' acknowledgement purposely came after his salutation to Arthur. Barbattus didn't bother to look at Amadeus long enough to see if the other officer returned the acknowledgement. Looking back at Arthur, searching the other man's face, Malcus silently communicated that he was ready to face his fate.
"Thank you sir," Malcus said lowering his head quickly and then returning to the green eyes that steadied him.
Malcus nodded his head sharply in acknowledgement of Arthur's words. Barbattus shot a quick glance over at Amadeus again, who had a smirk on his face, a look that seemed to dare Malcus to challenge his account of the mission. For one fleeting moment, Barbattus seemed to hestitate. But Arthur, knowing him better than any other, must have sensed the captain's hesitation.
Malcus looked back at Arthur and drew a breath. "Thank you, sir. The woad prisoner led us to a camp. She said it was the camp she was deployed from for the attack on the road. That information seemed viable, sir. It did appear that at one time there was an occupied woad camp. There were spent fire rings and some structures were standing. It was deserted, save a few woad men left behind. I don't know, sir, if the woad prisoner knew the camp had been deserted or not, there is no way to be sure, but she did lead us to the camp earnestly. The woad men at the camp were already tied up when we got there. I don't know who tied them or why they were tied. Optio Scipio began interrogating them and when one of them claimed not to know the whereabouts of Merlin, optio Scipio had Tristan cut his throat, threatening to dispatch the other. It was senseless, cold-blooded murder, Arthur, enough to enrage Merlin and get us all killed." Malcus looked away from Arthur and glared at Amadeus. Then he looked back at Arthur, fighting to control his temper before he finished his account of the failed mission. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 23 2010, 11:58 PM Post #26 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 1:25 am Dagonet
Sharing with Derfel and Linnesse? Nice two-room... Well Dagonet did not expected to hear something like that. Why and who in the first place was allowed to move her.... anywhere? She was a wife of a knight she should have his room. Who ordered this? Even if Linnette's words were cheerful and she seemed feeling not bad about it, Dagonet felt frustrated and angry once again at himself. If he would be up he would maybe settle this differently! On the other hand he would probably make big fuss about it and end up with doing not much more than bringing Linnette to his own room... to look after her. This was maybe better. She had her sister close and Derfel, who promised to look after her.
He saw her efforts to look into his eyes, but he tried to avoid this. He feared that in the moment he looks up at her he would say something about him. And that it will turn their attention from something trivial to something that really mattered. But it was not him that brought the topic but Linnette herself.
A simple statement... that made his heart tremble and his eyes to look up slowly at her with a frown of sorrow that he could not suppress. He had not thought before how he should remember Linnette of Gedeon. He had not thought how he was in fact similar to the loved one she lost. The last thing he wanted was to make her sad, but the mere sentence she said made his heart squeez in sadness. He once more dropped his gaze, thinking what should he do. He never was good at emotional matters... He had always found himself speachless in those. After a brief moment Dagonet looked up and oppened his mouth to say something, but sorrow grasped him so thight that he almost felt like crying again. Crying.. while he promised himself to stay strong for her. "I... " he swallowed once more. "I'm not so handsome as him..." he finally got out from himself, trying the half-smile, but nothing coming out of it. His frown deepened. Silence was streaching. Everything he wanted to ask or to say slipped away leaving him helpless. The guilt overwhelming... Guilt over not looking after Gedeon in the battle, over not being able to find his body, over that he had to stay in the infirmary, over not being able to support Linnette... and even over being so much similar to Gedeon that probably brought pain to the young woman. "I am sorry...." he said silently lowering his head, tears threating to fall again, but he was able to restrain himself from doing it. He had to be strong... while he felt his streanghts once more leaving him. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:35 PM Post #27 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 9:47 am Neeria Tristan pulled away from Neeria's grasp. She wanted to grab him again, shake him. She didn't, but she moved even closer to him in the small cell. She did not want to be left alone in the dungeon again. Death would have comforted her more. Neeria squinted her eyes, as her sight adjusted better to the light from the torches in the hallway. The woman was with Tristan it seemed. She was a pretty, slender woman with short dark hair. Neeria wondered who was. She did not have a British accent, nor was it Roman. Maybe she held favor with Arthur and that is why she was there.
Neeria grabbed Tristan by the arm again, seething with anger. "Yes! I AM a native in my own homeland. And what are YOU? I took you to Merlin to save my people from more of your slaughter. You would have killed all of us on that road and left our bodies to the vultures!! You fight us with swords and armor against our rocks and sticks! And for WHAT? OUR land? And you call US the savages for protecting what is rightfully ours? You fight for Rome and I fight for my own people! And where are your people, Tristan? In the graves that ROME created for them! We...are...not...enemies!Which one of us is the real savage, Sarmatian? Which one of is the REAL traitor?" Neeria's breath came in ragged gasps. "Why do you hate me so?" she spat at him in anger. "All I'm asking is that you remove me from this place. Like you, scout, I have nowhere else to go. But I don't want to...I can't...be here," Neeria said softly, fighting the angry tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Finally, she released Tristan. She looked at him for a moment, in the darkness, then turned to the woman. "Lady," the woad said, "will you at least find someone to help me with my injury?" Neeria raised her tunic, exposing herself to them both, showing the Sarmatians the gaping wound in her side. Then she fell to her knees. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:36 PM Post #28 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 10:03 am Linnette
“I don’t know- Saoirse might disagree with that.” Linnette was a bit surprised to hear herself give a small laugh at that, and she raised her head and met the other woman’s eyes wryly. Dagonet, however, though he seemed to be trying to smile, was unsuccessful- he merely frowned deeper, as the moment of silence stretched. He looked less like Gedeon now- Gedeon hadn’t frowned much. Except for the occasional times when he was upset about something, he had been either smiling, or just with a neutral, thoughtful expression. Not frowning and furrowing his brow all the time like a couple of other men Linnette could mention.
“You don’t have to be,” Linnette leaned towards Dagonet urgently, now making bold enough to set her fingers under his chin and gently try to raise his gaze. He was crying, maybe, and trying to hide it- but Linnette didn’t want him to. Suddenly, she wanted the old flash of resemblance to Gedeon back, so that she could look at it, even if it made her sad, and even if it wasn’t really Gedeon at all. Just a little bit was something. “You haven’t done anything wrong, and…Gedeon always said…” Linnette was talking more quickly now, the words tumbling out of her, borne of a desperate desire to cheer the older man up, even a little bit. Not to have him break down crying in front of her, as surely he would not want to do. “He said even before he found you he knew that you were a great man. He…” Linnette sniffed back threatening tears, but continued gamely on. “He admired you more even than I think you know.” It had been true- Dagonet had represented in every way the kind of man that Gedeon had hoped to be. Not in his servitude, perhaps, but that was a circumstance imposed by others; but in courage, fortitude, gentleness, honesty, and trustworthiness, Gedeon had considered Dagonet to be the ultimate example of masculinity, to be emulated to the greatest extent possible. His admiration had been almost childlike, born as it was of childhood stories told by his mother- but it had been all the stronger for that. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:38 PM Post #29 |
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Author: Darya Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 12:16 pm Neeve
Neeve nodded slightly at Tristan’s words and furrowed her brow as she tried to picture what the scout had just explained to her. That certainly was the beginning of the end of the mission: trusting a Woad to lead Scipio and the others. No doubt the Optio had been anything but happy about that as well…and now with the mission having gone rather miserable, he would no doubt stress that matter in his report to Arthur. Neeve stiffly licked her lips and sighed quietly. That was also more than enough reason to see this particular Woad down here in the dungeons…beside the fact that she was…well, a Woad.
There…the Woad touched Tristan again. Neeve tilted her head to the other side, pretty much expecting the scout to push the other woman away again. However, there was some truth in the prisoner’s words…yet the Briton was not willing to accept them…not all of them. “The graves Rome might have created for them…”, Neeve mused, “…yet it was mainly Woads who killed the knights and therewith put them into those graves…” With that, the healer’s piercing blue eyes were on the Woad. “And you cannot argue that point…”, she added with an arched eyebrow, “…interesting way to treat those who – according to you – are not your enemies. Besides, those knights did not exactly choose to fight Rome’s war…” The healer knew that she, being a child of Britain herself, should rather support and encourage the Woad…but she knew Arthur and his knights for too long to do so. Her gaze shifted towards Tristan as she fell silent. She did not like the war that had been going on on the island for so long now…but she had learned a long time ago, that Arthur was only obeying to Rome’s orders as well…and he of all Romans at least tried to do so with as little bloodshed as possible…and who was treating his knights with respect…
Neeve smirked slightly and pushed herself away from the doorframe as the Woad addressed her directly. “Today is your lucky day, Woad…”, the raven-haired woman replied neutrally, “I happen to be a healer…” The Briton made a step forward to have a better look at the bleeding wound that the Woad was exposing to her and Tristan…it looked pretty nasty. “Now who did you try to kill for this, hm?”, she asked and narrowed her eyes a little as she visually examined the injury… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:39 PM Post #30 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 2:27 pm Tristan
"Arthur," muttered Tristan under his breath, answering the question even though it was not directed at him. He had retreated a step towards the cell door, arms crossed uncommunicatively over his chest, half-backing out of the cramped room already as Neeve moved forward to attend to the Woad. Could he get away with leaving the cell entirely, he wondered, while the two women were busy? Could he just turn and leave the dungeons and never come back? Probably not. Not without another tirade by the Woad, such as the one he had just taken, stone-faced, without response. Some of her words struck close to home- but she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that. She was still an enemy. Sarmatians had fought Woads for long enough that the original reasons for their conflict hardly mattered. People who wanted- who tried- to kill you were your enemies, and Neeria had certainly tried to kill Tristan, back on the road. All the rest was mere politics- and Tristan preferred not to worry about that. It was too disturbing, anyway. |
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