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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:55 PM Post #91 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 3:38 am Mordred "And THEN, the livid hawk-face called for the little jack-ass to stand down, but of course his attempts were all in vain, because everyone knows an ass to be an incompetent creature useful only to its master as long as it carries its weight and falls obediently in line with the rest of its brethren swine. So this ass, he's no longer any good to its master, see? The hawk-face wants to do away with him because he's a liability, a fuck-up, but alas he cannot. Not yet. Because of the kitten waiting back home whom the ass is loyal to, the kitten who for some fucking God-forsaken reason, is the one that all others are condemned to answer to. So, the hawk-face must suffer in silence and try to keep the kitten's favor. See, the kitten is obscenely gentile and it is easy for the hawk-face to keep him blind. The ass and the other loyal creatures who serve the kitten, the dog-soldiers, they will try to persuade their master into believing the hawk-face has ill-intentions. But, the foolhardy, gentile kitten, he will not see this until it is too late…” Mordred gave a wicked laugh. The wench on his left - a slender little blonde thing - sidled up closer to the knight, leaning on her elbow for support and grazing deft slender digits against his chest. She appeared wide-eyed and entirely amused by his story. "And, what of the fox? What 'appens to 'im?" the blonde mused. The man shook off her tender touches, but didn't reply. Black eyes glinting with dark mischief stared unseeingly toward the door of his room. The second whore on his right - a voluptuous brunette - rolled her brown eyes and huffed petulantly. "Pfbt. He's drunk, luv," the brunette noted to her younger friend with a grin. "It's all nonsensical nonsense." She laughed at him. Without preamble, Mordred snapped up soberly and caught the brunette by the throat, slamming the back of her head into the wall behind them. Her eyes widened in sudden terror, her tiny hands clawing at his hand uselessly trying to free herself. His grip tightened and she gasped shallowly, her eyes bulging from their sockets. He heard the other one give a frightened whimper but she remained frozen where she was. He leaned in closely to the brunette, taking in her floral scent as he rolled his nose along her jaw line and released a hot breath against her ear. How he relished the fear emanating from her generous body, soaking it up like he was tasting a fine wine. "The fox is cunning and takes on many forms. He walks in stealth, clever to remain undetected. He makes the shadows his home, and it is where he waits..." Mordred murmured against the brunette's ear. He pulled back and cocked his head to the side, watching emotionless as she turned scarlet red beneath his hold. "He waits for his time to come..." His voice drifted off. In the moment of silence that stretched thereafter, he felt the bed shift beneath him and snapped out of his daze, soulless eyes locking onto the blonde whore. She squeaked and went rigid at the foot of the bed, clasping her clothes tightly to her naked form as she shivered in the firelight. "Who said you could leave yet?" he said, his tone cold and unforgiving. Mordred released the brunette from his chokehold and promptly bound her hands securely with a piece of leather above her head, his gaze never leaving sight of the blonde woman across from them. He left the dark-haired one heaving for a lungful of air and slipped forward off of the mattress, ripping the blonde's dress from her hands and shoving her back onto the bed. He snatched up a chair from the corner and placed it at the foot of the bed with eerie calm, unashamedly still completely in the nude as he straddled it. The two women stared incomprehensibly back at him. "Well? What are you waiting for?" he roared impatiently with a flick of his hand. "Do you think I'm paying you to stare at the bitch? Fuck her. Hard. Now.” |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:56 PM Post #92 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 11:43 am Derfel “I love you too,” Derfel answered in a whisper while meeting Linnesse’s beautiful eyes and continuing to rock his body up into hers. At this rate the knight was not going to last long. He was still feeling the effects of the ale and Linnesse simply felt too good after such a long break from their intimate relationship. “Ohhhh godssss…..” Derfel groaned as his climax crashed through his body and resonated in his groin. He spilled his seed into his lover while his neck corded and his eyes shuttered against the intensity of it all. Derfel’s strong arms remained snugly wrapped around Linnesse’s tiny frame and he attempted to continue pushing up into her for as long as she would need. He would be sure his lover got as much pleasure as she’d given him just now. A light film of sweat covered his body and his back creaked in protest, but Derfel’s hips continued their steady pace upwards. His half open mouth brushed against Linnesse’s chin before capturing her bottom lip and momentarily suckling on the tender flesh there. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:58 PM Post #93 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:41 pm Titrus After assuring Quintus that he would be okay getting home by himself, Titrus sat back comfortably in the chair. The woman beside him, lying in the bed, looked pale and afraid. Surely the father must be on his way. Or was she a widow as so many women at Badon Keep were? The woman cringed and grabbed tightly at the blankets, squeezing Titrus' hand as she did so. "Ssssssshhhh, it will be okay," Titrus whispered softly, trying to soothe her. After a moment, the pain, the contraction seemed to pass as Ione slowly released her grip. Once the pain had completely passed, the woman attempted to answer Titrus' previous question.
Titrus shifted uncomfortably in his chair and patted Ione's hand. A man who deserted his family was the worst coward in the lieutenant's opinion. Having four daughters of his own, Titrus would slice the man's throat who would abandon either of them. Titrus was a man of family honor and he'd loved Deeta until the day there was no more breath left in her beautiful body. The nun's entrance broke the Roman's reverie. Titrus gave a nod to the sister as she entered with her tray of whatever it was that would help Ione. Both Titrus and the nun lifted the woman to help her drink, then lay her back down.
"Thank you, sister," Titrus said and the nun left quietly, closing the door behind her.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Titrus' mind raced. What would he talk about? It had been so long since he'd held a woman's company, other than his occasion tryst, he didn't know what to talk about. His daughters. Women liked hearing about little girls didn't they? But this woman was losing her baby, maybe talking about live, healthy girls wouldn't be the best thing. "I'm sorry, milady, but I'm not much with conversation. I'm just a soldier in the Roman army. Nothing much with that," he blushed. "Maybe you could tell me about how you learned your trade instead." Malcus Barbattus Finished with the unpleasantry of filling Arthur in on the debacle that was supposed to be a peace mission, Malcus wanted to leave the commander's quarters, get as far away from Scipio as possible, and get some sleep. Three days in the stable was fair punishment. It was disgraceful and Malcus would hate it, but the captain knew that Arthur's judgement could have been a lot harsher, including lashes from the commander's whip. So three days cleaning up horse, dog and donkey shit was a skate. Besides, Barbattus would be able to spend time with Falco, and that he was actually looking forward to. Arthur had accepted Malcus' apology so Malcus would look forward to sharing an ale with his friend once the punishment was completed and Arthur was feeling better. Finally standing to the side, allowing Malcus a glimpse of the optio again, Arthur addressed both officers. Malcus tried hard not to look at the optio, focusing only on Arthur. The captain still didn't trust his temper should Amadeus say something stupid.
Malcus dropped his gaze and stared at the floor, biting his tongue. He wanted to beg Arthur not to go, to let sleeping dogs lie for a while. But Barbattus knew Arthur and he knew it would take a great deal to dissuade his brother-in-arms. Malcus also didn't want to cause any more trouble for the commander either. Damn you, Artorius, Barbattus cursed to himself, still not looking up.
Malcus looked up then and stood at attention again, striking his chest. "Oy commander. It will be done as you order. Go with God, Arthur. May the Almighty grant you peace and safety on your journey. I will await your return and only then will I rest. Good night, sir." Malcus struck his chest again. Then, with all the strength and willpower he could muster, Barbattus looked at the optio. The captain's dark eyes flashed as he looked at the pompous ass, sitting smug and content. Remembering his mentor, the great Pendragon, Malcus struck his chest at the optio and nodded. "Sir," he said. The captain didn't wait for a response, he simply spun on his heel and strode out of the room, his head held high, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Once outside Arthur's quarters, the captain spat his hatred for Amadeus on the dark corridor floor. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 12:59 PM Post #94 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:46 pm Ione It calmed Ione to know that there was someone with her, though even after the drought and herbs the nun had given her, there was still pain. Shorlty after the nun left, a pain like a stab with a knife darted through her body, and this time, she squeezed hard on Titrus's hand gasping. Ssssssshhhh, it will be okay The Lieutenant's voice drifted in her mind, and Ione really wanted to believe that everything would be fine even as the pain subsided and she exhaled and inhaled air....her grasp easing up on Titrus's hand once again. The drought and herbs the nun had given her began to make Ione feel a bit drowsy now. Her eyes were still on Titrus watching him shift in his chair....the comforting feel of his hand on hers. Ione had known Titrus as a customer, but he was also Roman. A Roman who, along with Quintus, had stopped to help her. Titrus had even aided the nun in helping the young weaver to sit up and take the herbal mixture. Were they then like Arthur who had rescued her from the dungeons? If it had not been for him, she'd have been dead. She owed her life to Accolan as well, Had she really paid him back for that? Now, she'd never know... Ione yawned, and then winced slightly. It was hard to get comfortable right now. A light sheen of sweat covered her face, and she felt exhausted...weak. To take her mind off what was possibly happening, Ione had asked the officer next to her bed to talk with her. Ione smiled as warmly as possible at his answer...
The hand that lay over his caressed his war roughened hands. Ione closed her eyes, then opened them again, "You..are more than..just a Roman soldier, Titrus. You are a kind, tender hearted man with a heart like a lion...Arthur is also a man with a heart like yours...and Quintus..." Ione, in her life at the fort, had often thought that she was "just a servant" until Arthur told her that she never had been, and that she was a civilian under his protection. To, Ione, people were always more than what they 'just were'. She felt the baby move slightly, and she placed her free hand over the place she had felt it move. "Do not ever...think of yourself as "just a Roman". " Ione's glazed dark eyes held the Roman's. "I consider you a dear friend..." As she thought of his second question, Ione thought of her mother. The woman had taught her everything she knew. Her eyes grew heavy with sleep as she began to speak of how her mother had taught her the art of weaving, spinning the wool and how to dye fabric...mostly how to make clothes, blankets and capes for others. "I had...made you a new cape for your uniform this past Yule...it..is black...with the emblem of a silver bear on the back of it and silver around the trim...thought...it...would look...handsomely on you...for formal occasions...' The weaver did not know if the black cape was regulation, but in her mind, she could picture how nice it would have looked on the Lieutenant. Ione had made Malcus one as well in the same stunning black with silver work on it. Gradually, Ione's eyes got heavier and she fought to keep them open. What if something happened while she was asleep? Her hand lightly clasped Titrus's not having the strength to hold it firmly. In truth, Ione felt like she was dying every time the pain hit, and now, even after the herbs, the pain still came. Ione bit her lower lip trying to stifle a cry of pain. As it eased, Ione looked at the officer with eyes full of sleep, 'What are your...duties? Have you seen Arthur yet?' |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:00 PM Post #95 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:00 pm Linnesse
"Mmmm," Linnesse tipped her head back and sighed in luxurious pleasure and completion, continuing to rock her hips softly as Derfel's movements slowed and he held her close, panting against her neck. As she rolled her head upright again, her movements slow and languid, his mouth captured her lower lip and sucked momentarily; she smiled against it and adjusted her angle, sliding her tongue into his mouth and taking her time with another kiss. "Well, love..." she broke the kiss and squirmed against him appreciatively before leaning sideways, her arms still tightly around him, and tipping them both over so that they lay untidily on their sides on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him and their bodies still joined. "You certainly weren't clumsy in that," she teased, dropping her voice at the end of that to a suggestive whisper as she pushed back a stray, sweat-damp lock of his hair. Her face was only inches from his, and she could pick out the outlines of his features now even in the dark. "I might think..." she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, "that you hadn't had any ale at all." A chuckle at that; one of her hands slid down and took up position lightly over his stomach, just resting there with no pressure. "Feeling better?" she inquired solicitously. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:03 PM Post #96 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:08 am Amadeus Oh wasn't it sweet!! Wasn't it all so happy families and buddies in the playground indeed... Castus and Barbattus the best of friends again. The Optio felt a bitter acid rise in his throat but kept his expression relatively neutral while they kissed and made up. When Arthur turned to face him, Amadeus moved his grey eyes from Barbattus to look at his Commander. He rose to his feet with great reluctance this time - his earlier surge to his feet in fury had broken the scab over the never-quite-healed wound on the back of his thigh and it pained him greatly.
Amadeus wanted to grin! He wanted to give a hoot of victory at being told he would accompany Arthur on this second mission. It was a relief, in truth, that he would get to redeem himself in front of Merlin, that Merlin would see Arthur bringing the man who was meant to be in command with him and no sign of the petulant whelp that was Barbattus. The Optio didn't mind, for now, that Arthur would be in charge of the mission. It would give him a chance to see the Roman Commander in action - in full swing, and to see how it was that he handled Merlin. To see if Rome would be displeased. All this talk of supplies and sheltering inhabitants and such like was all very noble. But it was nothing that Amadeus was interested in. The lower classes would look after themselves - they always did, didn't they?
Oh this got better and better! Lancelot was not to go with the Commander and Optio and Barbattus was not to be left in charge!! Oh Amadeus knew that there was more to come here - he knew that Arthur was dismissing the Captain so that he could chastise his Optio for trespasses Rome would have approved of - and it was this confidence that allowed Amadeus to sit and wait patiently for this. He knew that Arthur's methods and light-handed approach to insubordination would not be tolerated by Rome, he was confident that he could, with barely any effort at all, convince the powers that be in Rome that Castus was a liability. A meagre salute from Barbattus was met with an aloof inclination of his head and Amadeus looked across at Arthur expectantly. He wanted to sit again, to relieve the pain in his leg, but he would not until Arthur told him to. "Thank you for giving me another opportunity in this, Commander." he said in the meantime, careful not to admit to any mistakes in the previous mission because, as far as Amadeus Scipio was concerned, he had not made any mistakes. He was also careful not to say that he would indeed learn from this second mission because he had no intention on becoming anything like Arthur Castus. Kolya Not another one... Kolya braced himself for the punch, unwilling to fight Gawain like the way he had fought Galahad simply because he liked Gawain. He couldn't really explain it - perhaps it was because the fair-haired knight was willing to get into a punch up for the sake of a fellow Sarmatians honour. Even if said other Sarmatian wasn't worth it. In Kolya's eyes at least.
Cracking one eye open when Alina squirmed, Kolya's arms dropped down to his side and he looked at the little woman with her defiant, dark eyes and he gave a quirky grin, looking over at Gawain as if to say 'see? I ain't doing anything to keep her on my side'.
Kolya gave a snort of amusement when Gawain chastised Alina for almost getting punched. He took one step back and looked over his shoulder non-chalantly wondering if Gawain knew he would have gotten an equally tough punch to his gut had he accidentally hit Alina. And it wouldn't have been Kolya doing the punching either. He had no doubt whatsoever that Alina would strike back. He had the ache in his jaw to prove she was capable. He lifted his hand to stroke his jaw in reminiscence of that moment before looking back over to Gawain as he spoke about Galahad and about public spectacles. When the older Sarmatian was addressed he gestured to his chest, eyes wide in innocence and his mouth hung open before he scoffed. "Hey -- I am just a bystander in this. I'm not keeping her away from him, am I Alina?" he asked, looking at her squarely. "This is all her decision. I am not forcing her either way.", his blue eyes lifted to look at Gawain now, "I can't help it if I have something she wants and he can't give her." the Sarmatian intoned quietly, knowing he was stirring things but rather unable to help himself. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:05 PM Post #97 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:32 am Milan
Milan was beginning to understand something about language. It was not all it was cracked up to be. He tried to form thoughts on his tongue to project them more clearly, but so far little good it had done him. Since discovering his voice such a short time ago, he had successfully managed to insult, dissuade, and utterly confuse the one person he had wanted to learn to speak for, in order to hopefully better their communication. Well, it clearly wasn't better, because even when he wasn't completely obliterating his earnest meanings into mincemeat, Milan found himself tripping over what should've been the simplest of words to utter and coming off as entirely incomprehensible and probably a fool, too. He nodded at her words and sniffed quietly, his brow dipping sadly as he momentarily dropped his gaze to their feet. If Mari said she did not think of her attacker when she was with him, then he believed her, but it did not make him feel any better. Even if she was capable of throwing what happened to her from mind, even for a short while, Milan involuntarily picked up the slack for the both of them. Only what Mordred had done to Mari was not all he could think about, for he had been a victim to the dark knight as well. For an overly-sensitive creature like Milan, such mortally offending tragedies were ones he was not likely to forget anytime soon. He lifted his face with hopeful blue eyes when she touched a hand to his against her cheek. Milan felt like he was being burned at the stake as he stared into her dark depths, seeing the way they had become haunted. Oh, there was hope there as well, somewhere deep down within those beautiful eyes of hers, but there was fear, too. The young man held Mari's hands securely between his large palms and kissed them tenderly. If only he had been able to take her demons into himself, Milan was certain the burden would've been just one more of many he could carry; years of torment had made his shoulders strong enough. "Come...ss..sleep..." he managed quietly, tugging gently on her hands as he took a step backward toward the bed. Alina
Alina had waited for the inevitable punch she'd receive for coming between Kolya's face and Gawain's fist, without second thought as to dodge nor cower. Men seemed to have an ungodly urge to shed blood in order to exert their grievances, to make themselves feel better about situations out of their control. Gawain surely had his list of frustrations and lately all of them seemed to pertain to Galahad's pain. Well, Alina was the cause of Galahad's pain and so if Gawain felt the need to take it out on someone on his friend's behalf, she would dare to be that someone. The hit finally came, but not in the form of a fist. "And, you are the herald of perfect relationships. And, Galahad is a chaste innocent," Alina retorted haphazardly with a mocking smile. She couldn't contain the spite in her tone while bile rose in her throat like acid. The knight knew nothing about her, nor of her relationship with Galahad, nor of the genuine love she still carried for him. Never had someone spoken such heartless words to her. "You chastise me with your words, Gawain, and yet I do not see how you have won the right," she added, trying to fight the hurt that lurked by covering it up with fury. She intoned quietly: "Tell me you are without sin and then condemn me."
Alina gave a frustrated groan and shoved past the two men, ignoring the throbbing in her ankle as she stormed away a few steps. She turned back suddenly with a warning look meant for both men, as if to threaten, 'don't even think about following me.' Then, her fiery brown gaze momentarily locked onto Gawain. "If you're planning on returning to report to Galahad, tell him that I will see him tomorrow. That is, unless you plan on smuggling him out of Badon in a saddlebag tonight," she commented wryly. She understood Galahad would probably not want to see her, but he would have to. Gods-be-damned if the woman would allow some half-truth to come out of someone else's mouth like Gawain's when she was not present to defend herself. Galahad didn't have to say anything, but she had to speak to him. She had to try. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:06 PM Post #98 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:07 am Arthur Artorius Castus was weary….tired of dealing with failure and disappointment and pain and loss. His side ached and his head throbbed and his bare feet felt the cold that radiated up from the tread worn stony floor beneath them. The hour was late and the flames in the hearth had dimmed from negligence. The Commander had found a moment of comfort in his Captain’s parting words….Malcus was a good man, excellent soldier and trusting friend. But it had not been enough to ward off whatever ill tidings Arthur still felt deep down in his bones. He could not seem to shake the feeling that everything had changed around him, and not for the better. Arthur deeply exhaled and reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose when Amadeus’s quiet voice broke the silence….
Another opportunity? No. Arthur was only allowing Amadeus to accompany him tomorrow out of a military courtesy. There would be no further opportunities allowed in this very important matter for an officer who had failed in the task that Arthur had given him today. Scipio had proved that he did not possess the skills required to treat with the native Britons and he left Malcus and Tristan to fend for themselves when he should have seen to it that all the men had managed to get away safely. That point alone had the Commander angry. He expected such acts of cowardice and selfishness from Mordred who openly despised the Sarmatian knights and anyone else above (and below) his rank, but Scipio should have known better. Arthur set his jaw and very meticulously placed the tips of his fingers on top of the table he stood beside. His right hand showed the only hint of his true weakened condition as it remained carefully covering his wound. Clear and intense emerald eyes turned to fully focus on the other man present before Arthur began to speak. “Amadeus Elpidius Scipio…before I dismiss you sir, I am going to make myself perfectly clear and I will only state it once.” Oh yes, Arthur remembered this Optio’s full name and yes he was fully aware of the other man’s rank and place. However, Arthur had something to say and it was important. And God help the other man should he forget it in the future. “I realize that you are new to this post and that you do not know me and that my ways are also unknown to you….but while you are here, you will follow my example and do things my way. I did not request your assignment here, therefore I owe you nothing. However, you must earn my trust and my respect if you are to survive here in the wilds of Britain.” Arthur stated with an impassive expression despite a steely tone that could sheer hard leather. “I do not kill without cause. You will never again execute helpless captives. They were no threat to you and therefore no reason to end their lives…we become barbarians ourselves when we begin to behave the same as them. Have I made myself clear? You will follow my orders….and perhaps you will survive your term here….and then you can return to your opulent villa…” Arthur slightly tilted his head as he purposely mocked the well dressed and neatly groomed Roman before him. “….wherever that might be…and curse me to Hell then if you wish.” Arthur then paused long enough to clear his throat and slightly soften his expression. “I will remind you that I, too, serve Rome…..and above all, I serve our Holy Father. I will do my level best to keep you alive as long as you do as I command. I have no care for what you might have been previously told about me or my men before your arrival here…but while you ARE here, you will follow my directives. You WILL behave in a manner that pleases me. Is that understood?” Arthur finished his rather pointed dressing down of his so called Roman second in command and then let the frustration of the failed mission fade away. “Now unless you have anything further to add to the days’ events or what it is that I require of you on the morrow, you may go to your rest. Good night, Optio Scipio,” Arthur finished in quite the cordial tone after such a long and very curt address to a subordinate. God’s teeth, he hoped it would be the one and only time he would have to address Scipio in such a manner. Arthur prayed the man would soon prove his worth and show the Commander that he had the courage for his post here at Camboglanna. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:07 PM Post #99 |
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Author: Darya Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 10:43 am Neeve Fiona did not react to her words so far…but Tristan did…
Neeve did not like the scout’s tone… Or the way he almost glared at her for that matter. However, she knew him for too long and too well to actually feel intimidated of be scared by his behavior, but the healer also knew that it would be wise to not make the Sarmatian’s mood even worse. Thus her blue eyes just narrowed slightly at Tristan and her mind tried to make sense out of the few information she had gotten. So the escaped prisoner, that Titrus had reported about to Arthur, had been a child? What else could be meant by'little one', right? A child had managed to get out of the dungeons? Well, if that got public it would certainly do no good to the reputation of the Roman guards. But that was not so important right now. Though what was important was the fact that the girl had had help… Only now did Neeve break eye-contact with Tristan, nodding slightly to herself as she did so, and shifted her gaze towards Fiona instead, almost following the line of the scout’s outstretched arm as the scout was pointing at the Woad. “Well…”, the healer finally said – almost drawled – and put a hand on her hip while turning slightly towards Fiona, “…is there anything you have to say about this?” And choose your words wisely, the Briton added in thought, very aware of the fact that in the current situation at the Fort, one wrong word could indeed get the young Woad into the dungeons right away… |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:08 PM Post #100 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:11 am Dagonet
Dagonet shared with her silent moment of conspiracy... a silent moment of shy smiles between them two. Her visit made his heart expirence reliefe and small happiness from the fact she still considered him a father... That she still felt connected with him. Maybe there was something in him that Linnette wanted to connect with. She loved Gedeon much and the connection between Dagonet and her was not easly to break. At least the older knight wanted to believe in this. Saoirse was silent during whole conversation. He felt her beside but was not looking at his lover as his concetration was deeply over Linnette. Dagonet looked at the book she had and smiled a little also... "That would be nice, Linnette" he whispered. The last taps on his hands made him once more look away. He still felt awkward and a little sad, because his state and all. He felt Saoirse on the other side running fingers on his wrist. "Thank you, Linnette" he whispered in Linnette's direction without looking at her. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:09 PM Post #101 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:15 am Adian He felt restless, and stirred in his sleep. Dreams assailed him. It surprised him that his dreams were not of Thorn, but of Ione. Dreams that had never left him...dreams of the past. Of Ione, who had been his very first love. He opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling as he thought back to those golden days filled with sweet memories of a first love. The sun sweetened mornings and the walks they had taken over dew drenched moors, the times they just talked about everything or nothing at all, and how he had always hoped for the best for her. Ione was, to him, incredibly lovely, and she deserved someone who'd look after her and love her as she deserved. Those were times he wished had never ended...that they'd always be together and live in her house she stood to gain when her parents were gone. Adian thought back to how he had respected her, never "taking" her in those days, but reveling in the touches and kisses. It was only after he found that her parents had sold her to a Roman, that Adian adian realized just how much he cared for Ione. He did not know which fort the roman had taken her to, so he set out to search for her. Adian's search had brought him here to Badon Hill, and it was here that he had found Ione. His body tingled as he recalled how they had consumated their love in the small room at the back of her shop...the feel of her moving beneath him as he filled her with his seed. They had both wanted this for so long, and now that they were alone, it seemed the most opportuned time to do so. That morning he had met Thorn, and his love for Ione had been slightly forgotten.... His love for Ione. Had he honestly loved Thorn then? Adian frowned at the ceiling as if searching for answers. Or rather had they forgotten that moment when he and Thorn stopped Ione from seducing a rather drunk Javier? Turning his head toward where Tatiana was sleeping, Adian shook his head in disbelief: Was he becoming one of those men he had always dispised? the ones who were never faithful to just one woman? Suddenly he felt disgust for himself and what he had become. Promising women the moon, and then moving on to another? Unable to sleep, Adian propped himself up against the wall behind him, and thought deeper. The last thing he wanted to do was become a womanizer, as enemies were created that way. His mind went back to Ione...the way her dark auburn hair had shone in the sunlight like a rusty red Autumn leaf, her laughter that caught on the breeze. How could he have pushed such golden memories aside? Adian mentally kicked himself in the head. He had spent all of that time looking for her, had consumated their love, then they had gone off to love others.... Why had he not had the courage then to tell her that he cared for her? Adian thought it odd, that he had not given their memories much thought until now....why, he did not know. Perhaps it was because she was still close, here at the fort, or was it because he had sworn to stay and make sure nothing happened to her....and that she would not disappear again. What kind of jerk had he become? The thought made him want a drink. Preferably the whole keg. Surely Ione must have wondered if he had taken advantage of her in that one instant... Ione, Fiona, Tatiana, Thorn? How many other women would he lead on? |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:10 PM Post #102 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 12:18 pm Derfel
Derfel snorted a laugh as he allowed his body to slowly fall sideways on the bed with Linnesse. They remained joined and he could not help a small groan of appreciation in the way her body flexed around his still….gods, if only he wasn’t suddenly so sleepy! “Oh I had plenty….” He smiled as she so sweetly kissed the tip of his nose.
“Much,” Derfel said; indeed quite pleased with himself considering how much his stomach had been actin’ up only a short while ago. And then right on cue his stomach girgled and grumbled. “Er…so I thought,” He half laughed and pressed his face into Linnesse’s neck. “I’d best be still for the rest of the night, methinks,” Derfel added a bit sheepishly and willing the contents of his stomach to ‘stay there’. Making love to Linnesse had been the most incredible sensation he’d felt in ages and he didn’t want to tarnish the moment by throwing up his evening meal. Derfel could feel Linnesse’s hand over his grumbling stomach and it was a comfort. He swallowed rather roughly and then sighed. “I thank the gods every moment for giving me you,” Derfel murmured into the damp skin at Linnesse’s throat. He was actually thinking of Linnette – of all people – and how she’d lost ‘this’, lost Gedeon and what they had together. Derfel was certain that he would shrivel up and die without Linnesse. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:12 PM Post #103 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Wed Sep 17, 2008 8:36 pm Fiona
"Neeria?" Fiona's face was one of slight shock as she leaned away from Tristan slightly, her eyes on his face even as he started walking across the courtyard. Of course, the woad had known that there were two woads captured, but she had only known Eala by name, not Neeria. She hadn't realized just what had been going on when she hadn't been looking and she turned her head to look back at the dungeons, wondering if she should go down there to see her fellow countrymen, to find out what happened. She barely noticed that the knight was looking at her again, but in a more hostile manner then before. She caught his eye once more and frowned as he stepped forward a few paces, closing almost the entire distance between them.
Oh, Gods ... It was the first thought that came to mind when Tristan advanced towards her once again, making her feel like she was his prey, and he was some sort of hunter who wouldn't back down. He had figured it out, knew that it was possible that she could have helped Eala. Who else would have? She was the only other woad in the fortress, and hadn't been given on a choice on whether she was willing to help or not. Making Ash angry would not have been wise and the girl was a few years younger then Fiona; it wouldn't have been right to leave her down there, no matter what she did. Even being in the fort, she still felt a sense of loyalty to her people. Surprisingly, Neeve stopped Tristan before he could do anything and all Fiona could do was stand there, pretty much helpless. What was she even going to say? Even if she lied, there would still be the suspicion that she had helped and it wouldn't help her case with anyone. Even so, if she told the truth, there would be no telling what would happen then. She'd betrayed the leniancy that Arthur had on her, by helping one of her fellow woads to escape his dungeon. And with all her might, she didn't want to find herself back in that place. Neeve was waiting for an answer, so the woad quickly swallowed, her eyes traveling back and forth to the healer and the knight for a minute, glad that she was standing in his way just in case he didn't like her answer, and opened her mouth to speak. "No, there isn't. I didn't have anything to do with it." She kept her chin high as she answered, not daring to look towards the ground like she so desperately wanted to whenever she lied. She was normally an open and honest person, but this was not a situation where Fiona could afford to come forward and tell everything, especially not knowing what would happen if she did. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 01:15 PM Post #104 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thur Sep 18, 2008 7:11 am Linnette
"You're welcome...Father." Linnette added that last in a smaller voice, eying Dagonet rather regretfully out of the corner of her eyes. He wasn't looking at her; and as he had broken the eye contact, so, automatically, had she, gazing down once more at the little book she was carrying. The book...he had said it would be nice. Well, she would come read to him, come and read to him every chance she got, and maybe, just maybe, there would be some healing power in humorous words and maybe companionship, too. Dagonet...Dagonet was a little like Gedeon. It wasn't much, but there was that much to say about it. Looking at him was painful, but it was the kind of bittersweet painful that made her want to come back for more. Shyly, though...very shyly yet. "I'll come back tomorrow," she blurted out suddenly, and before she could stop herself, she was leaning down and towards him with an awkward arm around his shoulders- an embrace, if one could call it that, with her cheek near his. For just an instant, she smelled him, sweat and masculinity and, faintly, medicine, and then she was ducking away, her eyes fixed on the floor except for one quick glance at Saoirse that made her blush for embarrassment at what she had just done. Maybe it shouldn't be embarrassing. Who knew. But her cheeks felt unrelentingly hot, anyway. "Good night, Saoirse," she murmured, dropping her eyes to the infirmary's flagstoned floor again, the book held protectively in front of her, arms crossed around it. Turning, she took a couple of steps away from the bed- and that brought her into the stolid, waiting shadow of Drake. "Let's go," she murmured, raising her eyes to him; for an instant, hazel met green and things seemed to stand still, the blush gradually fading from her cheeks; and then she dropped her gaze again and turned her steps towards the infirmary door, heading, ultimately, for her bed and sleep. It seemed like a long walk. Linnette was tired, more so than she had been in the infirmary, and she yawned hugely several times as she went on her way. Except when door-opening was involved, Drake remained half a pace behind her, almost always, which made it hard to have any kind of conversation with him; she felt like she was always looking back at him, half-turned and waiting for him to catch up, but it was deliberate on his part. And she wasn't sure what to talk about, anyway. The happenings in the infirmary seemed like an obvious topic for conversation, but Linnette found that she didn't really want to discuss Dagonet and didn't care what had happened to Galahad, so that left little else. Little else but silence, that was- and that was how they walked, all the way back to her door. Well, to their doors, really, now that they stood right next to each other at the faintly torchlit end of the corridor. "Well..." Linnette put her hand on the door handle of the quarters she now shared with Linnesse and Derfel, her other arm tucked firmly around the book in front of her. She had been looking down at the door handle, but now she raised her eyes to Drake again, and once more, just as had happened in the infirmary, something seemed to shift a little as their gazes locked- something subtle, but something of great, indescribable importance. Linnette blinked, almost as if adjusting her vision, and looked again- his eyes were very, very green. How come she had never noticed that before. "Good night," she whispered, the words coming out as barely audible, and even though she pressed the handle of the door as if she was going to open it, neither her feet nor her eyes moved an inch. Tristan
"You lie." Tristan shook his head in disgust, eying Fiona with a contemptuous sneer. She lied, and she was bad at it, too. Who else could it possibly have been? What other girl in the fort would have wanted to rescue a wild Woad? He took another step forward, his free hand tensing as if for a blow...but then the hawk wobbled and squawked on his shoulder at the sudden movement, trying to extend her damaged wing, and the scout let out a defeated sigh, looking down and away from the girl. This was all pointless. The escaped Woad had been a child- and this one was a child, too. What kind of man was Merlin, who sent girls too young to be bedded to fight his battles for him? And why did Arthur allow these creatures in the fort, even as prisoners? They served no purpose- they were nothing but extra mouths to feed, and as Fiona had demonstrated, each other's allies. It was senseless. "Arthur will know about this," he muttered, turning away from Fiona, his clenched hand now hanging limp and impotent at his side. It sounded lame, like an empty threat, and perhaps it was. Perhaps Arthur, in his nobility, would do nothing. But maybe he would see the wisdom in turning all the various enemy stragglers- Neeria, Fiona, and any more he might be hiding- out of the fort. Tristan could only hope. "I'm going to bed," he added in a sullen tone, addressing that comment to Neeve and starting to trudge away across the courtyard, in the direction of the knights' quarters. Not to sleep immediately, he thought- he wasn't particularly tired, despite the long day- but just to sit down and be alone and away from stray Woad women running around, clawing at him, and screaming. Alone, with just the hawk and his memories for company- the way Tristan vastly preferred things. The rest of life was just too complicated. |
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| golden_trillium | Apr 27 2010, 02:58 PM Post #105 |
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Author: Darya Date: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:42 am Neeve
Neeve puffed out a breath. The situation was not getting any better but Tristan’s mood worse it seemed…and the healer was too tired after a long day to put all the energy she had left into finding a solution to this. If that was possible at all… Granting them all a moment of silence, the Briton then watched Tristan walk off, pursing her lips pensively as she did so. Then her blue gaze was back on Fiona and Neeve pondered what to do. She was a bit lost since she was sure she was still lacking information about that security breach. But then…it was not exactly her business anyway, was it? The raven-haired woman crossed her arms in front of her chest and just regarded Fiona for what seemed to be an age… “I hope you are indeed not involved in this…mess…”, the healer then said calmly, “…for your own sake.” She paused for a moment. “However, if you intend to go down into the dungeons to see…Neeria…try to not do anything stupid. I assume your identity as a Woad is still a secret…and in the current situation I’d recommend you make sure it stays this way.” Neeve glanced into the direction Tristan was disappearing into. “I don’t think he’ll report you…not right away at least”, with that she once more looked at the Woad in front of her, “…but do yourself a favour and stay low for now…” Well, what else could she say? Nothing it seemed. A corner of Neeve’s mouth twitched slightly and she gave Fiona a nod, before turning a bit, ready to take her leave as well. She was tired and had yet to see Darya…and she would have to be up early the next morning to have a word with Arthur. Yet the healer waited for another moment to give Fiona the chance to say something…if the Woad wanted to… |
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