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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:40 PM Post #31 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 3:04 pm Dagonet
She breathed a laugh. It was good to hear her laugh now. Dagonet himself had not yet the courage to do such thing. Dark thought of Gedeon never being there to smile at him was enough to make him restrain himself from even smiling. Even so he glanced at Saoirse, who sat there in strange for her silence. But it was better this way he thought. Linnette and him had a moment for themselfs... but in the same way he felt supported by Saoirse.
He was suprised by her fast reaction... her quick lean closer to him and by the touch of her fingers under his chin, which made him react immidiately. His green-grey eyes looked back at her... Her words were meant for him to cheer him up. But the guilt inside didn't fade away. His frown did not disappear. And the urge to cry was the same strong as before. Don't have to... He could do nothing about it. He just felt sorry for this whole situation. He felt guilty over everything. It was always like this that he was taking too much over his shoulders and thought of himself as a reason for everything around him. He wanted to protect everybody around, instead there was more pain in his thight world. Linnette was eager to help him trough this... She wanted him to stop being sorry... but he felt he was not ready for it entirely.
Dagonet listened to her quick words and felt his heart a little warmer. Gedeon thought of him as a great man... admired him. But this great man was not able to protect anybody. This great man was not even able to stop the tragedy... He lost his own children. Both of them differently. And he lost pride from being the man he was. He lost faith... He had lost everything which was important to him. Sarmatian tried once more to give her smile... it was harder than he thought... But after a second a little, very weak half-smile appeared on his face and the frown loosened a little. "Admired me? Always said this?" he asked not completely believing her words. "You really think so? I was never a true father to him.. why should he feel so about me?" His smile deepened a little. "I am so proud of him. Always have... He...was the great man, he was the man I should have been..." His face fell after a moment. "And I have done wrong..." he confessed, looking deep into her eyes and allowing some silence between them. "I've not been there with him during the battle... I did not protect him as I should. and I was not able to bring him back to you... I've searched for hours... I've left him there, and I won't forgive myself for this, Linnette, ever" |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:42 PM Post #32 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:57 pm Neeria
Neeria glared at the woman who approached her. "The knights may not have chosen to fight, lady, but they continue to do what Rome commands them instead of standing up and rallying against the true enemy which holds them under its boot!" the small woman hissed. "At least my people fight against those who oppress them!" she added. Then Neeria turned back to Tristan who, surprisingly, had not countered her verbal assault. "And while I may have attacked Arthur, it was your life I spared on the road, scout. I could have killed you and I did not." Neeria placed her hand on the cell wall and pushed herself back up on her feet, which were still numb from the cold. The woad felt faint from hunger and her throat ached from dryness. "Tristan, I've done everything I told you I would do and I have never fought against you. All that I ask of you is that you take me to Arthur so that I may ask for the freedom he promised me." Then she turned her dark eyes and locked onto Neeve's blue orbs. "As a woman, I also ask you for your help, lady." Neeria groaned and bent over from the pain in her side. Titrus Titrus took another healthy swig of his ale and burped. Three containers was usually his limit but after a day like they'd had, he felt like treating himself. Now, half way through his fourth serving, Titrus was feeling no pain. He looked around the tavern as Quintus gulped down the contents of his mug. Things were beginning to slow down. Barmaids were cleaning up tables and uprighting chairs that had fallen over or been kicked by drunk or rowdy customers. Whores were securing customers for the night and there were a group of children playing a game in the back.
Titrus wasn't sure himself. Hadn't Malcus said the woad was taking them to Merlin and then would be released? "Don't know," Titrus mumbled. "But something is fucked up. Captain's in a pile of shit 'an no'body knows why. Tomorrow's going to be hell. That's why ya better drink up now while it's still good," the lieutenant slurred, waving his hand for the passing barmaid. "Ain't you had enough, love?" the plump wench asked as she waddled over to the table. "You don't want to get too drunk so you can't get it up for yer lady now do ya?" Titrus blushed a crimson red. "I..uh..don't have a lady," he stammered. The wench's eyes lit up and she wagged her eyebrows. "I kin be yer lady for tha night if ya like. Right out back!" she said, hopeful. Titrus looked at Quintus and cracked up. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:43 PM Post #33 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:28 pm Brendyn How late in the night it was, Brendyn could only guess. He was tired and had not slept properly for a few days, but he did not let that stop him from doing what his duties required. Any soldier caught "sluffing off" on duty while under Antonius's command would have learned a sharp lesson, and besides, Roman's were not suppose to be weak or show weakness at any time right despite how tired one was? He shifted a bit to his right leg, but still maintained his position sharp eyes scanning the darkness as best as he could. It was times like this that he wished he had eyes like a cat, or bird of prey that could see in the dark and hear noises others couldn't.... Brendyn sighed, and almost felt like scratching the healing wound under his arm. Well, at least it had not kept him down, and he was able to do what he loved best: his duties assigned to him and his service to Rome. As he stood there, Brendyn wished that he had had more time to get to know the new Commander better...a man Antonius had spoken highly of, almost like a legend. Artorius Castus. Brendyn felt honoured at being assigned to Badon Hill, and to be under the Command of Arthur... Could use some retraining as well....mainly for diplomacy and manners so I don't end up on latrine duty or worse again Brendyn still felt humiliated by the punishment, but felt that he had been right about not trusting the two woad prisoners...woads were nothing but trouble. and now that two had escaped, he had sealed his conviction. His free hand went to Antonius's sword at his side...the one entrusted to him before the Commander had died. Well I am good at the spear and the lance, but perhaps I could use some tips on how to use a sword more effectivly...I should find time to practice tomorrow... At one point he thought he saw movement, but realized that it was only a deer... The soldier next to Brendyn muttered something, but the young soldier only nodded replying in Cornish, his native tongue. The soldier who had spoken looked oddly at Brendyn, but then gave him a smile, and Brendyn returned it. This was not a place to make enemies, and the soldier decided to get to know more of his new fellow officers, or at least when time permitted. It was good to know who was on your side and who was not... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:45 PM Post #34 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 7:17 am Linnette
“I wish you had found him, but…” Linnette sniffed again and made another attempt to blink back the tears that were all but spilling over her eyelids. She did wish that- she wished that Gedeon’s body had at least come home, if nothing more, so that she could at least see him, and do him the last service of preparing his body for burial. She wished that. But that didn’t mean she wanted Dagonet to feel forever guilty about it. From all Gedeon and others had told her of battle, it was too horribly confused to be sure of anything till it was all over. It was no blame to him- it was blame only to the savage Saxons, and they were beyond Linnette’s reach. “It couldn’t have been your fault.” She shook her head emphatically, then reached up and wiped at her eyes with the corner of her sleeve. Then she raised her gaze back to Dagonet, and hesitantly touched his hand. “It’s hardly even my place…but it it’s worth anything, I forgive you,” her voice wobbled as she said it, but she kept to the course of what she was saying. She didn’t even feel it had to be said- if Dagonet had done nothing wrong, there was nothing to forgive- but he seemed to think he had, and if saying that would give him any more peace, then Linnette would say it with all her heart. Quintus
Quintus shook his head and chuckled at the lieutenant's sudden outburst of laughter. The man was in his cups all right- whereas the Centurion himself, after three ales, was only feeling a light, pleasant sensation in his head. And he wasn't planning to have much more. There were times for getting rip-roaring drunk, and at those times Quintus was not one to skimp, but this wasn't one of them for him. Not so soon after attacks and tensions with prisoners and all. If only they'd win a decisive victory- then they could have something more resembling a celebration! "Ah, go on if you want," Quintus encouraged, gesturing broadly towards the plump, grinning barmaid. "She's pretty if you like the type." He gave the barmaid an assessing glance up and down, one that displayed more interest than his words let on. The woman giggled, and Quintus resettled himself in his chair and stretched his legs out under the table, leaning back for another sip from his cup. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:47 PM Post #35 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:13 am Adian The young man was exhausted, both from grief and the ordeal with the woads...though Juna had made that time one of the more memorable of that short time. He could have given her everything. Breifly, Adian wondered where Juna was now, and if she had made it to the seaside. Yea, that time at the camp, plus the fever, then the battle...the wound which was still healing...they all combined to totally exhaust him. If Thorn had been here, she would have comforted him, but he had been selfish and left her behind here at the fort...and she had died. He could never forgive himself for that... A sound from behind him, caused him to turn slightly, but then turned to face the wall again, and went to work on the leather belt at his waist. Adian really did not care what Tatiana saw as she had seen him naked at the baths, so what the hell. He dropped his breeches, and kicked them away. If Tatiana could see him, then he hoped that she was pleased with this view as well. He recalled that when he had first made love to Ione, she use to pretend that she was sleeping, but had really watched him undress. The idea aroused him then, but right now he kept his body under control...
Adian shot her a quick, but neutral glance, 'I viewed the damaged buildings, and tomorrow, me and some other men will begin to repair the damage...fuckin' woads!' He almost hissed the last part, and to think that he had befriended a woad...now he doubted that he could trust even Fiona! 'I saw all I cared, or wished to see...' His voice was bitter as he turned toward the slight figure that was sitting up in her bed now. He vowed that Tatiana would not die like Thorn had, nor any woman for that matter...woad women were excluded from this. Woads cared for nothing but killing innocents, destroying others lives, but going off afterwords, and living a happy life in the woods. His deep gray eyes studied Tatiana in the dim light. Adian had made up his mind to just remember Thorn and his child, and move on with his life. Thorn would have wanted it like that, and she would always be a part of his life....
Adian did not move toward the young woman, but just took another moment to study her before turning back to look at the wall, before sitting on the edge of his bed, ' No thank you...Don't much care for tea anyway. It was a nice gesture though..." His softly accented voice was sullen as he turned back the blankets and crawled under neath them. 'Try to get some sleep, Tatiana...' Adian placed one arm behind his head and stared at the ceiling, his body not wanting to give into the sleep he so desperately needed. Somewhere between the dark night, and his dreams, his Rose (Thorn) was waiting for him... |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:49 PM Post #36 |
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Author: Darya Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:20 pm Neeve The Briton dared a closer look at the prisoner’s wound. It was still bleeding and looked dirty. She would not be surprised if there would already be an infection flaming up about the flesh. But then Tristan spoke…and the single word he said changed a hell lot in the current situation…at least for the healer…
What?
Neeve’s gaze snapped up and she first stared at Tristan in disbelief…and then glared daggers at the prisoner. So she had inflicted the nasty injury to the Commander that could have ended his life?! Neeve was no killer. She never had been and she did not want to be one either; she merely fought for self-defense…and that with her fight-staff only. However, right now she simmered with so much rage that she felt the overwhelmingly strong urge to grab one of Tristan’s daggers and to kill this Woad in front of her right here. Especially when the other woman even admitted her attempt to kill Arthur… The Briton almost snarled with anger and clenched her teeth as she lifted her chin. Trying to kill Arthur was like trying to kill what had become her family. She should leave this cell and therewith leave the Woad to death. “You…tried…to kill the only Roman on this island who treats his men with respect…who treats people in general with respect…who even treats his enemy with respect…”, Neeve hissed and it took her a lot of will-power to remain where she was…and not to throttle the Woad. Her natural coolness had its limit when it came to Arthur, one of the closest and most trusted friends she had ever had; a person she truly admired. “And you really wonder why you are down here?”, the raven-haired woman added and raked a hand through her short hair. If Tristan had not mentioned that the prisoner had tried to kill Arthur, Neeve might have even pitied the Woad eventually…but now…
Oh, it was so ridiculous…and yet so very Arthur to even promise freedom to someone, who had tried to kill him. “Give me one good reason why I…why we…should help you”, the healer said coolly. She knew that as a healer, she should help the other woman…it was her job to save lives…but by the Gods, she had not felt so much anger in a long time and this made her neglect her duties… Damn those emotions! “Just so that you can try to kill the Commander again once you get the chance? Or to let you heal just so that you can tell Merlin how to best attack this Fortress again? Hm?”, Neeve added, hating the angry tension she was feeling all over…pretty powerless against it at this very moment. She was just grateful to have Tristan’s outwardly always calm presence around…and secretly hoped the scout would make sure she would not do anything stupid as so long as she was just angry... Funny how roles could switch…just moments ago, she had thought that the Sarmatian would kill the Woad…and now she felt like doing just that… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:51 PM Post #37 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 7:38 pm Tristan
"You shouldn't. Leave her," Tristan supplied grumpily from the doorway, his arms still crossed before him as he leaned on the doorpost. Despite Neeria's taunting, the worst of the anger had left him now, and he even felt a faint amusement at seeing Neeve get upset. Women were always a bit entertaining when they got mad- well, at least when they weren't blue-painted devils screaming bloody murder. "And you didn't spare me- I got away," he spat out, leaning towards Neeria momentarily with a fierce, mulish expression. It was childish, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Most of her tirades he had no desire to debate in words- but that was one point where he felt an urge to defend himself. Spare him indeed! Both sides had been surprised during that encounter on the road, him and the Woads equally, and he had simply turned Tirgatao around faster than they had drawn their bows. He had come out on top of that fair and square, and the Woads had been defeated- as it should be. Never fought against him, indeed...maybe not Neeria personally, but how many blue savages under her command had come at him and died on his blade during that battle? "C'mon," Tristan growled, catching Neeve's eye and jerking his head toward the open doorway. He was done here- and he wasn't coming back because of any more screaming, either. She could make her throat bleed if she wanted to- she would be the only one worse off. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:52 PM Post #38 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Fri Sep 05, 2008 8:42 pm Neeria
"Who are you, woman? I don't know you therefore I owe you no explanation. It was not you I called for. But I will tell you this. I met Arthur Castus. He was not the monster I thought he was and yes, he spared my life," Neeria said reflectively. "Only half of him is a demon," she added. "Just like this Sarmatian," Neeria said, pointing at Tristan, "I am without a home. I am now considered a traitor by the people I saved. Much like you are considered a slave by yours, Tristan," she said snidely. "Arthur spared my life and granted me freedom," she continued, "if I would lead his men to Merlin's camp, which I did. It was the other Roman who snatched me away from my people and brought me back here. I doubt Arthur even knows this."
Neeria's anger and frustration made her body quake. She was tired of these people. Calling for the scout had been futile, useless. The humanity she thought she had seen in him the night he brought her the blanket had been an illusion. She would not beg these people anymore. Her wound was infected, she knew that, she was cold, matted and starved. She'd be dead by morning anyway. "If that is how you remember it scout, let it be written that way in history," the woad said sarcastically. "Be gone then, both of you. I shan't bother you again. I doubt I last through the night anyway. I may be small but the birds will eat well in the morning." Neeria walked over to Tristan who towered over her. The short woman looked up at him and shoved him in his chest. "Arthur's chivalrous knight. HA!" she said sliding back down to the cell floor and she began to laugh. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:54 PM Post #39 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:06 am Neeve
Neeve looked back at the Sarmatian and even though a part of her knew that she should tend to the prisoner’s wounds, the healer was way too upset to listen to that part of her conscience. She nodded at Tristan instead and was about to turn on her heels to leave the cell when…
Arthur half a demon? The other Roman? Certainly the Woad was referring to the Optio with this last statement… However, Neeve knew better than to get even more involved into this discussion right now. It would do no good to her…nor to the Woad. Yes, the Briton listened to what the other woman was saying but the fact that this person had attempted to kill Arthur weighed more than any information she could give her now. “I am someone who knows Arthur and his knights longer and better than anyone…”, the raven-haired woman replied sharply and narrowed her crystal-blue eyes at the prisoner again, “…I was and still am healer, friend, sister or lover to those of them who were and to those who still are…” Then Neeve straightened her back and therewith drew herself up to her full height, which was taller than most other women she had met in her life. “And I don’t care who put you down here…because you deserve no better for what you have done. For what you have done to Arthur…as well as for whatever it was that happened to let the last meeting with your leader end so ineffective for all sides…”
The Woad was laughing. Laughing! Neeve had always suspected those people to be crazy…and this seemed indeed to be a proof for this. She had lived in the woods herself for a long time…watching the Woads, learning a lot about their way of life; yet she still did not really understand them. And having seen so many people – friends and family – die at their hands was certainly not subserving her will to want to understand them and their doings. Trying to kill Arthur was so not changing anything about that either. On the contrary, it was only impairing her opinion about her own countrymen. “I will indeed be surprised if you make it through the night, Woad”, Neeve said in a dangerously calm voice, “…and if you do, a night of cold and pain can certainly be considered a minimum penalty for your attempt to end the Commander’s life. Be sure that I will see for myself whether or not you are still alive when the sun is up again…” With that, the healer stepped out of the cell, expecting Tristan to follow her. She would definitely be back in the morning…perhaps – but only perhaps – even with a few items to give the Woad’s injury a basic treatment; if the other woman was still alive by then…and if Neeve’s healer-conscience would manage to be stronger than her present hatred towards that particular Woad… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:55 PM Post #40 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 4:16 am Dagonet
Dagonet saw corners of her eyes filling with tears... and felt his own eyes becoming wet, but held the tears away. He should stay strong! He can't cry now... She wanted Gedeon back... she wanted to have him burried also. She wanted to say her goodbyes, yet she could not. Dagonet was also deprived from this. Only a silent pray was said to the wind and earth of the battlefield, in place where all of his dreams and his life became broken forever and beyond repair. The tall knight's gaze dropped once more listening to her. If it was not his fault, why was he feelings so ashamed of it? Why guilt was in him so deep? When she touched gently his hand, Dagonet looked up at her, still with sorrowful eyes and a frown of worry.
With every word from her, Dagonet's heart started to melt. His guilty loosening inside him. When she finished his face lit in a weak smile... and a frown disappeared, his eyes now full of tears of relieve, but still held, not allowing himself to break entirely. He looked deep into her eyes and made her know that this meant for him everything. He really felt relieved... It would not change that Gedeon wasn't here, it would not change that he was unable to bring his body back, it would not change that he was helplessly laying in bed in pain, it would not change the things around him. But it surely changed the way he felt. He was guilty and ashamed before the wife of his son... and now those feelings seemed to melt away. While he was experiencing those feelings inside him, Sarmatian gently grasped Linnette's hand, a little more thighter than she did, but mindful of her injury. "Thank you..." he whispered. It would help him now in facing the life once again. She probably did not even know what this meant for him. And it meant everything. She allowed him to be fogiven for the mistakes he could not forgive himself. It brought peace to his heart, to his broken soul. "I'll miss him... " he looked away for a moment, sadness creaping inside him again, sadness about his state and that he could not leave this place any time soon. "I wish I could do something more, Linnette... but as you can see, my body doesn't allows anything more than laying here." he half-smiled at this. "I want you to know that I'm here for you whenever you need me." Cause she was his family... one of the most important person for him. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:58 PM Post #41 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 12:36 pm Arthur The modest gray metal cross – the sign of his faith - that rested against Arthur’s chest seemed to give the Commander the added strength he needed tonight. And he also drew strength from those closest to him such as Malcus who stood before him now…friend, fellow Roman officer and a brother in Christ.
Arthur watched Malcus with keen interest as the Captain began to give his report. His side continued to twinge and a dull ache behind his eyes seemed to persist. Yet in truth, this was the best Arthur had felt since before the battle at Segedunum. And Arthur was confident that after one more night of solid rest, he would be strong enough to ride out in search of Merlin and settle the matter of ‘peace’ between them once and for all. But first things first…..understanding why Scipio and Barbattus had failed and reconciling any break in the chain of command.
“I see,” Arthur solemnly answered as Malcus briefly paused in his report. Scipio had reported that he was sure the captive had led them on some ‘wild goose chase’ as he had described it. Obviously, the two officers had a different view on that point. But no matter in the end…an audience with Merlin had been gained, whether they found the Woad leader or he had found them. Arthur was not about to haggle over whether or not his captive had held up her end of the bargain or not….at least not now. His men had returned relatively unharmed despite failing to make treaty with Merlin. Anger appeared to be building in Malcus’ dark eyes as he continued to describe the individual events of the mission. But Arthur did not interrupt the other man, he politely nodded for Malcus to continue…also thankful that Scipio had thus far remained silent allowing the Captain to describe his account uninhibited.
Arthur crossed his arms over his broad chest and slowly exhaled, twisting his mouth as he thought on the details of Malcus’ report thus far (along with all that Scipio had spoken of as well). Certainly Scipio’s decision to execute the Woads found in the hut had not been prudent at all….not while on a mission of supposed peace. Arthur noticed Malcus’ rather heated look over at Amadeus and prepared to calm his friend’s temper if need be. Scipio had thus far acted honorably by remaining silent and as far as Arthur could tell…had been gracious enough to allow Malcus his say in the failed mission. But Malcus had yet to come to the part where the two had faced Merlin and that had been the point of Scipio’s complaint in the matter. “I want to hear the rest of it, Malcus,” Arthur said, speaking calmly yet firmly in an attempt to get Malcus to focus on only the details of the mission and not the other man in the room. Arthur lifted a hand and briefly scrubbed at the thick stubble that decorated his throat before continuing. “What happened once Merlin had found you?” Arthur asked pointedly and stepped directly in Malcus’ line of sight to where Amadeus sat at the table. Arthur knew his friend quite well and read the obvious signs of a possible raging fire building behind those dark eyes, thus the Commander thought it prudent to force Malcus to focus solely on him while concluding his report. Of course Scipio had given his account and perhaps it was unfair to ask Malcus to give it again….but Arthur knew there were two sides to every story and before he would condemn a loyal soldier and friend to punishment for insubordination, he would damn well hear all the details on the matter. And Malcus had had previous experiences with Merlin, thus Arthur hoped to also gain a better insight into what had taken place despite the failure of the mission. Derfel
“Oh no harm in it really,” Derfel laughed in response while comfortably settling his head back against the pillow Linnesse had provided. “Won’t feel a thing till mornin’ anyways,” He added with a silly smile; both hands now greedily massaging at Linnesse’s legs anywhere he could reach.
“Good! I’m still wantin’….” Derfel grinned as he hinted about more than just the food. But he was thankful Linnesse had saved some of it back for the two of them to share. He gladly accepted the piece of meat from Linnesse’s hand; once again being certain to extend his tongue enough to touch her fingertip in the exchange. The large consumption of ale had accomplished one thing for Derfel tonight…allowed the knight to block out all the dark and painful things that had been dominating his thoughts as of late. Linnesse deserved his full attention as well….her love alone would see Derfel through these hard times. And the food he’d ingested seemed to be settling his rather grumpy stomach….thank the gods. “Got anything sweet for me now?” Derfel brazenly teased and reached for Linnesse’s foot where it pressed at his arm. “This the hurt one here?” He didn’t wait for her answer though and promptly kissed the tip of her big toe. Linnesse’s flesh was sweet and inviting….and Derfel’s mouth opened and readily claimed said big toe; his tongue generously bathing the appendage as a nonsensical sound of contentment rumbled from his throat. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 05:59 PM Post #42 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 2:11 pm Tatiana
Hearing the sullen tone in his voice, Tatiana chalked it up to him just being tired. "That's woads for you. They don't seem to care that we're trying to make a living out here too, only themselves." She replied in a calm but slightly drowsy tone.
"Ok, Adian. See you in the morning, then. Sweet dreams." After she wished him pleasant dreams, she leaned over to grab her mug and finished what remained of the by now cold tea then placed the now empty mug down on the floor and slid down in her bed, her motion sliding the covers back over her shoulders, then curling up, closed her eyes and let sleep take her. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 06:02 PM Post #43 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 5:58 pm Tristan
Bitch! Barely conscious of Neeve’s crisp retort, Tristan sprang forward with a snarl, infuriated by the Woad woman’s audacity. Shoving him like that! He twisted his fingers once more into her collar, hauling her up by it so that her face was inches from his own, and held her there, her feet barely touching the floor. “Chivalrous? I told you, I’m not who you think I am.” The scout clenched his teeth together angrily, considering for a moment how best to inflict pain on the insufferable Woad- but as he watched Neeve leave the cell out of the corner of his eye, a bit of his will to strike and spit and otherwise vent his anger drained away. This one wasn’t worth it. He should save his strength for worthier targets- warriors who could still fight him, not pathetic wretches like this one locked up in cells. Perhaps, like she said, she would die. Tristan straightened his shoulders, already turning his gaze away from the Woad as his fingers loosened and he dropped her to the floor. Let her stay there. She couldn’t scream forever- or laugh either. “Never again,” he muttered bad-temperedly to the guard who hovered in the cell doorway as he followed Neeve out. He wasn’t doing any more of these dungeon calls, for Neeria or anyone else. He felt like he was suffocating down here, dying of the closeness of the air and the darkness which was somehow different from the cold, clear darkness outside, even when torches lit the corridor. And the hawk needed him. He couldn’t stay here. Linnette
“If you get some rest I’m sure you’ll be up and about in no time,” Linnette remarked with a smile, giving a light squeeze to his hand by habit- but then wincing a bit when it hurt. She pulled her hand back momentarily, then mustered her smile again, apologetically, this time, as she touched his hand again. Stupid, stupid. She shouldn’t have done what she had done to cause this- but somehow it had seemed like a logical reaction at the time. “And I’m here if you ever need me, too…if there’s ever any way I can help you,” she continued, shrugging a little shyly as she said that and making eye contact with Saoirse, too, extending the offer to her. In truth she didn’t know what service she could perform for either of them- her skills and resources seemed painfully inadequate lately compared to all that others had done for her. But she didn’t want to just be beholden or pitied- she wanted to help, too, and feel useful. It helped as much as anything did. Linnesse
“It was…ooh!” Linnesse broke off her explanation in a gasp of unexpected pleasure as Derfel’s warm mouth suddenly enveloped her bare toe, a sharp contrast with the cool air of the room, and his tongue…she giggled happily and uncontrollably; it tickled, but in a marvelous, exquisitely sensitive way that she never wanted to stop. “Mmmm, that’s…” she laughed and squirmed delightedly in his lap, letting her eyes drift closed and her head tip back as he found a new, particularly sensitive spot- but her abandon didn’t last long. She hadn’t taken into account the unstable surface she was sitting on- and as she gave herself over to Derfel’s attentions, her tipped-back head and an inconvenient movement of his leg combined to overbalance her and send her tumbling backwards, her sigh of pleasure turning into a squeak of alarm. She landed sprawled over his legs, laughing as though she was the one who had drunk all that ale. How ridiculous- and how disappointing, too! “Oh, by Heaven…” she muttered laughingly, levering herself up from her ignominious lying position and once more scooting forward in Derfel’s lap. The basket was still there, and now she firmly set it aside, back on the floor next to them, and turned so that she straddled Derfel’s lap instead, her hips and torso flush up against his and her nightgown hitched up past her knees to allow the movement. He was delightfully warm and solid, and she slid her arms around his neck and pressed herself tight against him, claiming his lips in a generous kiss. “Let’s go to bed, love,” she suggested in a low, seductive whisper that left no doubt about what the purpose of their getting into bed would be. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 06:03 PM Post #44 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:08 pm Fiona As much as she had tried and persisted, even Galahad's snarking had gotten to the young woad eventually. She could take a great deal of a lot from people but when it was clear that he was in a bad mood and that it wasn't going to get any better, she had left. After all, she had already done her job of cleaning up the wound and she couldn't very well stitch him up, so she had left the infirmary some time after he had been stitched up and left to sulk on his bed. Fiona had merely shook her head and turned around to walk out of the door, wishing him a 'get better' as she did so. She didn't hate the man, but it was clear that he didn't like her, so what was the point? Wandering around hand become some sort of a hobby for Fiona ever since coming to Badon. She already knew her way around the fort a bit, simply from taking walks whenever she got the chance. It was still large and confusing and she knew it would take her a while before she got to know all the nooks and crannies that the place had, as well as actually learning which streets were which and what all they had on them. She already knew where the tavern was, which the young woad had promptly visited after leaving the infirmary, to fill her raging stomach and spend the rest of the small amount of coins that she had left. Musing, Fiona wondered if there might be anywhere that she could get a job, to start earning a few coins for herself. She didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, so maybe it was best if she did so. But, where? This thought kept her mind wrapped up in her thoughts so that she didn't realize that she was walking into someone before it actually happened. The woad stumbled backwards a bit, looking up to see Tristan. Her brow furrowed into a frown as the word 'sorry' left her mouth quickly and she was reminded about how much she was saying that today. First with Galahad, when she had accidentally hurt his wound while cleaning it and now, after running in to the knight ... who didn't look pleased in the least. She peered around Tristan, seeing that they had come up from the dungeons and her curiousity peaked, but she didn't say anything. Her frown deepened as she looked around, spotting Neeve, who she attempted to smile at. They had had a conversation not too long ago and the woman was yet another to know about her being a woad. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 24 2010, 06:04 PM Post #45 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Sep 06, 2008 10:10 pm Adian He hear her take a sip of her tea, then fall back asleep. Tatiana had been good for him so far, and he liked the fact that she had moved in with him. Adian left himself watch her fall asleep, and thinking of what an angel she looked like, but then all women looked like angels, though some had hidden thorns and darts...not as nice as they looked. Aye there had been that very sick beauty in the infirmary...Linnesse? Had that been her name? And that other sharp tongued beauty...Linnette? Oh the fort was a bevy of beautiful women! Fiona had been his friend, but she was a woad....no woad could be nice. The lovely dark haired woman he had bumped into some days ago (Darya). Tatiana had proved that she could be understanding, a friend, playful, and a seductress. Had she really been aware that she had seduced him back at the baths?....she talked a lot, but that was just a minor thing. Ione had sometimes talked a lot as well. All women talked a lot. Sleep sounded so good right now, but sleep would not come. Adian stared at the ceiling thinking of what had transpired in the last week or so...or had it been a shorter time. Adian had thought at one point that he had lost his mind: running from the fort in anger when he had not felt well, then being kidnapped by woads and cared for by a woman who was not even woad...and he had liked her a lot. HAD liked! Since the senseless slaying of Thorn and their child, he could only think of Fiona and Juna as woads. So what if they had been kind and befriended him and helped him, as long as they wee part of the woad tribe, then they were his enemy. Adian turned to lay on his side facing the stone wall. God damn it all! If he had been here, he could have battled the two woads himself, and had no mercy on how he would have killed them. He would never forgive himself for her death...he had promised to be there for her, and he wasn't! Slowly, he closed his eyes letting a restless, hate-filled sleep take him. |
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