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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:15 PM Post #226 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:12 pm Neeria
Neeria cowered behind Arthur, shaking with fear. When she'd grabbed the Commander and hid next to him, she hadn't mean to harm him. Hurting Arthur again was the farthest thing from her mind. It had seemed the natural thing to do in light of her terror. Neeria just wanted to get out of the cell. Even if she had been armed, there would have been no way for the small woman to fight off 2 Sarmatian knights by herself. Suddenly, like a lightening flash, the dark knight grabbed the woad by the wrist and wrenched her from Arthur's side. Then Neeria heard the unmistakable sound of steel being viciously pulled from its scabbard. Lancelot's face was so close to Neeria's that she could smell his hot sour breath when he spoke to her. A millisecond later, the scout moved toward her and grabbed her other wrist. The action cause a ripping sensation on her side.
Neeria literally heard her teeth chattering. Lancelot's voice was calm and collected, his words calculated and carefully chosen. "Lancelot. It is as I have told Tristan. My fight is not with you, Sarmatian," the woad said just above a whisper. She had spoken so softly, she wasn't even sure the words had actually come from her trembling lips. The two knights towered over her and had her feet practically lifted off the cell floor. She thought for sure Lancelot would decapitate her then and there, his knuckles were white from holding the sword so tightly. Neeria closed her eyes waiting for the homicidal blow. Lancelot looked feral and extremely dangerous. Neeria would swear later that she thought she felt heat coming from his body. Tristan, on the other hand, was icy cold, detached and lethal. The scout held her tightly, practically cutting off the circulation in her wrist.
Neeria went ice cold. Would Arthur stop them? Neeria struggled with the knights, futilily, expending what little energy she had. Her body finally went limp, exhausting. Her heavy breathing came in wheezes as small moans escaped her lips. Neeria coughed a rattled cough again and sneezed. Lancelot never took his dark glare off of her. She could see the protruding vein in his forehead which gave him the appearance of being completely insane. "I don't mean any harm. I swear it. I just need time to heal my wound. It already feels ripped again. I mean no harm, knight," Neeria tried to sound as convincing as possible. Neeve, the healer, positioned her body between Neeria and Arthur, protectively and said something to Castus that Neeria didn't hear. Like a caged animal, Neeria tried to free herself from her captors by wriggling and pulling, trying to kick herself away from them out of the cell. Summoning strength from the depths of her being, Neeria began to struggle again. Tristan's grip seemed to tighten. The woad felt as though her small wrist would snap into pieces. "Unhand me! Let me go!" she wailed. Her voice was scratchy and deep. "Arthur!" Neeria said then shot a terrified look at Lancelot with wide eyes full of fear, "...I mean...Commander..." she said, her voice quivering "...please...I meant you no harm...I swear it...please ask them to unhand me!" Malcus Barbattus The corners of Malcus' mouth turned upward into a broad smile when Catherine slid her soft, delicate hand from his. She was being coy and he loved it. The sunlight, a rare delight on that island, made her green eyes twinkle. As she crossed her long creamy legs and turned to face him, Malcus felt the beginnings of his hardness.
"Ay, I do," the captain responded, "never before have I seen an earthly creature as lovely as you. Only the angels in my dreams of heaven compare to you." The captain loved the opportunity to say things like that to a woman... to a woman who deserved it, not the wenches that raised their skirts in alleyways and in the stable stalls. Malcus took his eyes off Catherine for a moment when he noticed movement across the way at the stables. It was Scipio. Barbattus groaned inwardly. He did not want to be seen by the optio. Malcus cleared his throat and smiled again. "My lady, I wonder if there is a place where we might talk a bit more....privately" the captain wagged his eyebrows and bowed, clicking his heels lightly. Barbattus extended his hand expectantly and waited for the blond beauty to respond. Nolan The guilt Nolan felt gathered like a knot in his stomach while he waited for Merlin to speak. If Merlin had been harmed...Nolan didn't dare think of it. The earth stood still while the woad waited for Merlin to respond to his offer of sacrifice. Nolan was willing to die for his failure.
"Yes, my leader," Nolan said. He was not relieved. He'd been ready for whatever Merlin said. "I will not fail you again. The gods will be favorable because of your mercy. Safe journey, Merlin." Nolan gathered his quiver and moved swiftly over to the waiting burial party. "Rosita," he called, "It's time to go. Are you ready?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:16 PM Post #227 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 10:07 am Adian He set the tool box on the ground and began to inspect the outside of the infirmary for damages, his hands running over the stone and wood surface. The building has sustained a lot of damage that had not been repaired from the woad attack before this present one. Adian grimaced. The woads were about as destructive as a group of termites. There was slight fire damage as well. The window had been repaired, but still looked to need a new frame...otherwise the building was in remarkable shape on the outside. Adian's trained eyes spotted a few other things that could use tending to, but first things first. He felt over the slightly burnt piece of wood and then took up his measuring tool and took in the size and length of the slab of lumber, as well as the measurements for the new frame around the window.... also taking in, mentally, the amount of adhesive material needed to hold the window in the frame and make it secure. With a heavy sigh, Adian made ready to go to the supply cart and get the wood needed to begin. It sat within four steps of where he stood. Adian walked over and began to pick through the wood and other items needed, and when he was satisfied with what he found, the young man began to carry the wood and items over to the damaged area of the infirmary.... That done, he settled down to what looked like a full days work. He wanted it to be done well, and look nice. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:20 PM Post #228 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 11:21 am Amadeus
Amadeus was answered from the least likely people. The lowly squire Jols, and an even lowlier piped voice from the blonde. He gave a nod of his head at Jols' quick response and, without letting his expression slide, he looked the blonde straight in the eye, a strength emanating from his grey orbs. He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment... pretty, yes she was that. Common? Oh more than likely. But she had exquisite lips. The Optio quirked a lopsided smile as he looked to Darya as she mumbled a 'good morning'. He wondered what she would think of his next move - which was to sketch a half-bow to the pretty blonde, his black hair falling down over his forehead as he looked up at her from his bowed position to smile. "My lady, Tatiana - I am Amadeus Elpidius Scipio. Optio here at Badon Hill." Amadeus said graciously, coming to stand to his full height once more. "It seems we just move in the wrong circles, my dear, unfortunately." There were voices behind him, men greeting him and he gave an apologetic smile to Tatiana before turning to face the soldiers.
The Optio straightened his shoulders, looking proud but also looking still rather optimistic, lively and inspirational as he peered at the man, trying to recall his name. "Titrus -- yes, yes - see to it." he said with another slap of his hands together, rubbing them briskly to work some warmth into them. He glanced up ruefully at the clouds as another in their gathering added in a discontented mumble -
On another day this kind of comment, made in teh way that it was made - under the breath and in such a surly tone, would have enraged Amadeus. As it was he was intent on proving something today and so he simply scoured the men gathered for the man who had made the comment. There was one who looked rather like he was sitting on hot coals, stiff and militant. No it was not him who made the comment - ah that one. He gave a nod of his head to Karl and sniffed in a deep breath of cool air before glancing back at Tatiana and Darya -- always entertain the ladies - before looking back at the man whose name he did not know. "You and me both. Though it is a pity the weather was not more favourable for the horses footing out there in the forest. Name yourself, soldier." he said then with a quick jut of his chin, folding his arms across his noble chest and giving the man an encouraging nod. Mari
Mari gave a longing look after the lovely white paper that was put back in the drawer. She knew that she could have asked Linnette for some of it now, some of it for herself, but to ask was out of character for the girl. Instead she resolved herself to know she would draw upon that paper once she was certain she was able to do this kindness for a woman bereaved. When they got outside the narrow street at the side of the tavern, Mari looked up rather bewildered to find herself ina part of the fortress grounds she had not known about before. She was glad to be with someone for the memory of the alleys of Badon Keep held a dark resident shadow in her mind. The young woman was blessed from such gut-wrenching memories by a most wonderful question from Linnette. Milan. Her expression brightened immediately. She stumbled over her own foot as she turned to smile down at Linnette wistfully. She looked every inch like a girl in the throes of her very first love. "He's Milan." she replied stupidly and thought for a while that that was enough. With a girlish smile, and without thinking that her happiness in love would upset Linnette at all, Mari clasped a hand to her chest as she smiled thinking of her friend. "He's a b.. well, he's a man that I met here. He's very sweet. He's taller than I am, and quite pale. Dark hair that's very disorderly." she laughed, turning to Linnette to see if she might share her amusement at the young man's wayward locks. Then continued… "And very beautiful blue eyes. We're... " she blushed, oh how she blushed! Her dark eyes dropped and she looked away quickly, happily guided to their destination by Linnette as she thought and spoke of Milan. "We're in love. He's helping me rebuild my mother's old cottage. He also helped me when I was .. when, " she startled herself by almost blurting out the dreaded admission of 'attacked' or worse yet, 'raped'. Her guts turned to ice at the memory and she quickly wiped her fingers across her cheek, pushing away the strands of curly hair that clung to her pale skin as she frowned at the ground before her. "He's helped me alot since we came here. My father and I that is. We met Rafe and Adrianna outside too. Adrianna..." Mari had no idea how she managed to wind her conversation to-and-fro so haphazardly, but she found herself saddened to think of her friend. "She died. Before the woads..." Mari explained and took a deep breath through her nose. She glanced back at Linnette with an apologetic smile on her lips. "I'm sorry. I tend to wander with my thoughts. My father says it's my mother's curse that I ... " she tucked her chin to her neck and pouted out her lips, frowning as she impresonated her father, deepening her voice as much as she could as she said - "talk so damn much." Drake Strange man was right. Dangerous man was right too. People could be so oblivious to the dangers they faced when entangling their lives with someone like Drake Februus Octavius. It wasn't that he purposely hurt the ones aruond him, it just seemed inevitable. Even young Elysia had been hurt by him in the end. And he had truly loved, she who had not ever betrayed him, she who he had lived for when the rest of his existance had seemed pathetic and agonising. There was only so long a man could remain detatched from his heart though. And Drake was pushing those limits now. He wanted nothing to do with emotion, nothing to do with responsibility or affection. What good did it do a person? None. None at all. That Linnesse had a miniscule fear of him was all too right in Drake's eyes. Now if only Linnette would have that same fear he would be able to stop worrying about hurting her.
The little prickly blonde followed him as he bid her to do so. Foolish that she was so trusting of him, but Drake did not comment on it. He simply cleared his throat and looked down at her, quite frankly, and declared in a quiet, husky voice - "She's a whore." - then lifted his eyebrows as he waited for Linnesse's reaction to this. His lips were quirking outwards in mild amusement at the friends the two young girls seemed to make - and he wondered if she would disapprove of his intentions to ask this woman if she might care for two young girls like Fleur and Cassidy. Idly, Drake also wondered if Linnesse would better approve of a whore or of himself. He may not have his virtue for sale, but she definitely did not approve of him one little bit. It was not something that Drake wanted to have out with her, not when he didn't know his own intentions. How did he explain it to the bristling blonde that he had no ill-intentions on her sister, that, in fact, he had the greatest respect and admiration for her, that he wanted nothing more than for her to be safe and then... well, then how did he explain that he wanted nothing in return for it save the knowledge that she was safe and happy? |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:23 PM Post #229 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 11:32 am Arthur As both Tristan and Lancelot jerked the little one away from Arthur, Neeve was immediately there urging the Commander in the opposite direction presumably to safety. Arthur complied and took a step backwards, but his instincts still told the Roman that he was in no danger. It had been a lucky grab at his concealed wound….and it was only mildly complaining – a dull ache - for the disturbance. What concerned Arthur the most was the possibility his knights might cut the girl down in misplaced defense. But he understood and appreciated their collective acts of valor on his behalf. She was after all, a Woad and one that had made an attempt on his life once already.
“I am fine, Neeve,” Arthur answered with a hand to the Briton’s shoulder and a quick appreciative smile to meet the concern in Neeve’s blue eyes. “She is frightened,” He added as Lancelot began speaking at Neeria with obvious venom in his voice. Arthur returned his attention to the scared captive; glad to see that her head was yet attached to her body and both Tristan and Lancelot had merely drawn blades and not cut with them. Arthur being ‘Arthur’ only resorted to violence when it was unavoidable…in this moment it was unnecessary. But Arthur did understand why Lancelot (and Tristan as well) had reacted….and the other man’s immediate and blatant act in defense of Arthur spoke of that bond the two men still had….no matter their personal traumas; each man would still gladly give their life for the other. And Arthur would give his own life for any of his men.
“Lancelot, that is enough,” Arthur said with quiet authority. Did he think that Arthur could not hear or that the Roman was truly that foolish?? The girl, in Arthur’s opinion, had no need of Lancelot’s particularly venomous threats…she surely understood her predicament here. Or was it all a ploy to draw Arthur’s sympathy long enough to gain her freedom? She had been fiercely attacking him only days ago and now this morning Neeria seemed a completely different person. It was enough to make the Commander’s head hurt. And he had more important matters on his mind than the fanciful whims of one little frightened girl.
“She will be allowed to return to her people when she has recovered. But while within the fortress, she will be guarded,” Arthur said with a firm nod to Tristan confirming that he understood the scout’s concern and quite frankly agreed. And then the girl began shrieking again…a piercing sound that had Arthur briefly grimacing….he sighed while his fingers flexed into fists at his side.
“Men, bring her….but be gentle hm?” Arthur began with a sardonic tone as his intense gaze ticked between Lancelot and Tristan. “Neeve, see to her injuries and treat her as best that you can. Lancelot, send for Derfel and order him to mind her until she is fit to return to her village,” Arthur said before finally looking down into the broken girl’s dirty little face. She truly was a pitiful sight; Arthur’s mouth slightly twitched in empathy. But, he had to move on….Neeria had given him the information that he had requested. Thus Arthur would not hold her against her will despite the obvious opposing opinions of those present. Perhaps Lancelot was correct in that Arthur was by far too kind. But no matter….the Commander had made his decision on the matter. “Neeria, you have my word that no one will harm you as long as you obey Neeve and the man that I am assigning to watch over you,” Arthur addressed his captive with a kind expression at last. “Neeve will treat your injuries and see that you are fed and washed…and my knight ‘Derfel’ will remain with you….mind him, hm? Or you will be faced with punishment at the hands of Lancelot,” Arthur briefly gestured towards his lieutenant and without a glance at Lancelot, knew the dark knight understood the Commander’s wishes. Let Neeria be as long as she brings no further trouble. With all that said, Arthur turned and stepped out into the damp dark corridor expecting the others to follow. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:24 PM Post #230 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 11:32 am Saoirse Dagonet was eating. And he was not drowning in a pool of bereaved misery for Gedeon. Saoirse supposed this was an improvement from the day before when he had been so bleak, when he had been so weak - but she was also not entirely comfortable with the topic she had raised either. It was still such a touchy subject for her - Aoife, their daughter. She knew she had been so wrong in taking away Dagonet's child, and she knew that he was so wrong for taking her back with the love that he had. But she was also entirely unwilling to sacrifice that which they had now. She was too selfish for that.
The red head's cheeks blushed as he prodded the fact that there might be another reason for her career change. She frowned, eyes looking down at his large, worn hand and shrugged one shoulder petulantly. She parted her lips to speak but ended up changing her mind and shaking her head. Her shoulders sagged and she tensed her jaw, looking back up at Dagonet with another shake of her head. "Ah it doesn' really matter right now anyways, love. We can talk bout it later - after ye've eaten all Vanora's breakfast an' dunked yerself in a warm bath." she said with a lopsided smile, hopeful that he would be content to continue this discussion later this evening, or later again if she could help it. Saoirse didn't want to remind Dagonet just how untrustworthy she was, how she had hurt him and the potential hurt that would haunt him as his daughter grew day-by-day and he was not to see her. "The walk there an' back should be enough exercise fer ye t'day.." she said, rising to her feet and leaning over to kiss her lover's forehead. She clutched his large hand too, then leaned her elbow against his shoulder, smiling across at him - "D'ye mind if I pop down the way there t'see if there's somethin' t'put in the bath-water tha'll do somethin' good fer ye?" she asked with a hopeful smile. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:25 PM Post #231 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 12:39 pm Dagonet Dagonet observed her carefully... She was not looking at him, but at his hand squeezing gently hers little one. It was strange... Why she brought up the topic and now not wanting to talk about it? What was going on in her head? What doubts cosnumed her? He wanted to know and to help her any way. Tall knight would not thought that she was thinking in fact about their daughter right now. He would not thought.... maybe just because it was still too fresh wound. Too fresh hurt. The fact that he had lost Gedeon was enough for him right now. Thinking about Aolfie would bring him even deeper in his sorrow and tears. He tried to put aside all of the bad thoughts right now. He had to recover soon, cause the infirmary was the worst place to be right now... He wanted to get able to return his room and then he can think more about his life.. Right now he had to get better. For Saoirse... for Linnette... for his own sake.
Dagonet decided not to push her further, only nodded his head dropping the subject for now. Maybe really they could talk later, more freely.
She leaned and kissed his forehead... Dagonet watched her without saying anything as she spoke. Yes, it would be enough for him. He wondered if he was up to it.. but he was not going to say at loud his doubts. He just wanted to get out of this bed.,. Get himself refreshed. Clean... Get rid of this smell that Saoirse so disliked about him right now.
"Sure..." he murmured, and chewed the last piece of his breakfast and sent her a small smile. HE could wait another minute before moving from the bed. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:26 PM Post #232 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:36 pm Catherine
... And Catherine loved to hear them spoken to her! Especially when the speaker seemed to believe those words, so smitten did he look with her beauty. The blonde smiled up at him in appreciation of the compliment and twirled the blonde hair about her finger delicately, trailing the nail of that same finger down her cheekbone softly, pursing her lips as she looked at the Captain. He seemed distracted, his dark eyes peering off towards the stables and a flash of distaste crossed his features. Catherine, ever curious, simperingly turned her head to the side,resting her chin against her shoulder as she looked at the people who were there since the Captain left. One more had arrived, the Optio Scipio, and the blonde looked back up at Barbattus. He cleared his throat, seeming to dispel distracting thoughts from his head as he came to focus on her fully again.
He waggled his eyebrows in a rather endearing manner, bowed and cilcked his heels. Catherine gave a small laugh of amusement at this show and then lowered her pretty green eyes to his hand. "Talk more about angels? Or more about your dreams?" she purred the last word as she extended her hand, not giving it to him, but instead she used her index finger to touch the palm of his uplifted hand softly, glancing at him from beneath her eyelids before rising to her feet. She made a show of brushing down her skirts and stepped forward, deliberately not taking his hand but not denying him her touch either - allowing him more of a chase than merely giving in to his whims. Catherine moved forward, towards the tavern door, looking over her shoulder with a sultry smile. "I know of a cozy little corner inside the tavern where we might tease out the truths and lies of a man's dreams, Captain. Join me?" she asked him whimsically, as if she were not a whore and he was not looking for a whore's services. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:27 PM Post #233 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:57 pm Tatiana Hearing him introduce himself to her as gallantly as a knight would to a lady, she felt her cheeks get warm and knew that a soft blush had flushed her skin with its heat at his flowery speech. Meeting his grey eyes with her green ones, she listened to him talk and found herself quite taken with him but a quick thought of Adian, helped keep her feet on the ground.
"Its nice to make your acquaintance, My lord Amadeus Elpidius Scipio." After saying his full name, she respectfully bowed her head in his direction. "I guess you're right, Sir Optio." Tatiana replied, a shy smile appearing on her face in response to his own smile as he turned away from her to address the men that were ready for the mission to start. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:29 PM Post #234 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 2:34 pm Linnesse
"A wh..." Linnesse almost repeated the word, her voice raised in outrage, before she abruptly cut her voice off and clamped her mouth down over the unseemly word, her cheeks reddening at the very thought. And he thought it was funny! This rough, crude man actually thought it was funny! "Well, I don't think she's a suitable companion for the girls at all then," Linnesse snapped, indignation making her suddenly more confident- at least relatively. She glanced over at the girls, sitting on their bed, and fell silent- she didn't want to alarm them, didn't want to have to explain anything about what Drake had just said. She took a step towards the bed, but a split second later, threw all caution to the winds and whirled back on Drake. "No more than are you. What are you doing here, anyway?" Linnesse's cheeks flamed with her own forwardness, and she suddenly once more spun away from Drake, unable to bear his gaze any longer. She dropped her head, fixing her eyes on the floor as she strode the two steps back to Cassidy and Fleur's bed, where she immediately reached for the two cloaks that hung on pegs nearby. "Come, girls. You're both well now and we should get you home." Starting with Fleur, as the smallest and perhaps easiest to tackle, Linnesse flung the cloak around the girl's shoulders, her face set into a thin, disapproving expression that brooked no nonsense at all. Linnette
Linnette smiled wistfully in response, just letting the girl talk on, rapturously describing Milan- who must, Linnette supposed, be the same hapless, unassuming boy whom Kolya had accused of the rape and Mari had defended, and who had, as she remembered it, been wrongfully imprisoned for a while. He had been a thin, mousy, unimpressive creature, withering before Kolya's overbearing. belligerent masculinity- but the way Mari spoke of him left no doubt that to her, this Milan was the brightest-shining star in the universe, the very center of her whole life. Linnette's throat swelled up again, and she kept her eyes straight ahead for a while- would she sound like that, trying to describe Gedeon? Would she have, when he had been alive? Or would her reserve have prevented any such raptures? A sudden itch for a pen, ink, and paper took hold of Linnette. She might not be able to come out and talk like that- but maybe she could write it down. Write it down, just like Vanora had suggested, not stories, but a description, something that would encompass every little thing about Gedeon, lest she forget. Lest she forget. Mari prattled on, touching on life events that were no doubt very significant, though only glossed over as she chatted, until suddenly, the dropping of her voice into a lower, comic register snapped Linnette out of her agitated reverie, as she realized that the girl was imitating Kolya.
Linnette chuckled despite herself, despite the note of sadness in the sound. They were almost to the infirmary now, as she realized, almost to the time when she would have to propose her audacious, but very, very important plan, to Dagonet. Her stomach squirmed with butterflies as she looked at the infirmary door. "I hope he'll let us," she muttered half to herself, referring, of course, to the drawing project they were about to embark on. As they mounted the steps to the infirmary door, Linnette glanced over at Mari, realizing that their location might require some explanation. "His father's name is Dagonet- he's one of the knights, too. He was injured in the last battle. I think he's still here." Linnette carefully adjusted the small book over to her bad hand and opened the infirmary door with her good one, looking curiously around as she and Mari stepped over the threshhold and into the big room. Her eyes went immediately to Dagonet's bed, the location of which she remembered from last night. He was there, sitting up, the tray before him announcing the recent presence of breakfast, and Saoirse was perched in the chair next to him. Linnette eagerly started forward- but hesitated as something else caught her eye. Not too far away, Linnesse appeared to be helping little Fleur on with her cloak- but just behind her was Drake, and though Linnette had heard nothing, there appeared to be some definite tension between her sister, the girls, and the red-cloaked man. Linnette hesitated- what was going on? Linnesse...Linnesse wasn't trying to demand explanations of Drake like she had yesterday, was she? Linnette sincerely hoped she wasn't- and despite her urgency, she was completely ready to march over there and do whatever had to be done to make peace between the two of them if she had to. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:31 PM Post #235 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:18 pm Drake Her expression was priceless. Drake's own face remained impassive as the word sunk in and the little blonde went even pricklier than before. If she had been a canine her hackles would have been raised into vicious spikes as she gaped up at him. The Spaniard almost wanted to tap her chin to close her mouth - but resisted the temptation as he waited for her response.
Now it was Drake's turn to snap his mouth shut. He had been about to suggest the whore's home for the girl's when the blonde whirled away from him, intending to stalk back to the bed. Drake frowned, lifting a hand from across his chest to scratch his jaw, wondering if all women were so damn ... irritable. Sighing, Drake surmised that if she were now a cat she would be swishing her tail indignantly. The Spaniard was just about to follow her back to the bed when she whirled again. He looked down into the fiercely irate face of Linnette's sister with an impassive, bland stare.
Drake frowned. He was at a loss in how to deal with this woman. Normally he would simply step in and give someone like this a stern look that would turn their knees to ice and then easily take back control. But the woman's physical similarity to Linnette prevented Drake from doing anything too forward. And there was a stupid, ridiculous, ludicrous, childish, idiotic part of Drake that didn't want to give this woman a bad impression of him. Any worse than it was in any case. Being who she was ... Oh fuck it! Drake was just taking a step forward, readying the frown that would make Linnesse quail when the door of the infirmary opened. Out of habit more than interest Drake looked over and saw Linnette. HE stopped. The Spaniard reached back to scratch the back of his neck, glancing over to teh door to Linnette. He looked back towards Linnesse, over to Linnette and back to Linnesse with a visible sinking of his shoulders. He couldn't do it in front of Linnette. Irritably slapping the pads of his fingers together, Drake cleared his throat. "They have no home." he reminded Linnesse in a deep monotone. Jaw tensing reflexively, Drake stepped closer again, standing by Linnesse's shoulder as he looked down at her - "I'm trying to fix that." he said through gritted teeth, not wanting to say too much in front of the girls for fear of raising their hopes when there was a chance he couldn't find a home for them with someone they liked. His green eyes said as much as he peered down at Linnesse, feeling an itch between his shoulder blades as he wondered if Linnette still watched them. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:34 PM Post #236 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:34 pm Tristan
"Hmmmph." Tristan growled illustratively as he ushered Neeria along, very firmly, with Lancelot on the other side of her. He wasn't precisely gentle, but at least he wasn't trying to cause pain specifically- and that was about as kind as he felt like being right now. The corridor outside the cell was scarcely different from the interior of the tiny, dank room, but already, as they started up the corridor, Tristan could feel the change, the alteration in the very air itself, that meant they were going back outside. Back outside, to where he felt more alive, to where perhaps his demons would not torment him quite as much. To where, perhaps, he could speak a little. "Arthur," he began as they walked, trying to think about how to phrase this so that Arthur would understand it without giving too much away. "The little Woad, yesterday..." Tristan glanced uneasily at Neeria, then returned his eyes to the front as they continued forward. He really shouldn't say more in front of the prisoner, should he? He should just tell Arthur when they were alone. At least Neeria wouldn't be going unguarded- Derfel, though Tristan still had his doubts about him regarding the Saxons, certainly had no love for the Woads. He would guard her well- he'd have to. Linnesse
"They were staying somewhere before they got sick. That's their home," Linnesse snapped in answer. Her back was to both Drake and to the infirmary door, so she hadn't seen Linnette and Mari come in- and she didn't want to turn around, with Drake no doubt glaring at her like he always did. Truthfully, she feared the look in his eyes- the green intensity that seemed to burn. She didn't want to get burned by it again- she feared, in fact, that her resolve, her courage, would melt to nothing if she did. So she didn't look at him, just focused all her efforts into getting Fleur's cloak clasped- it didn't seem to want to go, for some reason- and into wracking her brain for the names of the couple the girls had been staying with. A blacksmith and his wife, Linnette had said? Right? Linnesse was ashamed to admit she couldn't remember- but surely anything was better than the company of whores. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:35 PM Post #237 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:44 pm Galahad So his intention had been to ignore everyone, but he couldn't deny the pang of regret as those there ignored him as he passed them by. Galahad glanced back over his shoulder briefly, looking at Jols and Bors and Darya before giving himself a self-pitying shake of his head and resuming his trudge down the line of stalls to his horse's. He looked in at the grey beast and sighed. "You missed me didn't you?" he asked the grey. The horse gave a soft snort, snuffling it's large nostrils against Galahad's chest, almost pushing the man backwards. The Sarmatian could have taken this as the cherry on top of the pitiful-cake, but instead he took it as a gesture of affection from the equine. HE gave a soft laugh, his youthful face finally relieved of it's heavy burden for a moment. Galahad reached out a hand and touched the horse's warm cheek and rubbed gently. Instead of hopping over the stall door as normal, feeling too tender in body for that, Galahad unlatched the stall door and edged inside, breathing in the familiar, warm smell of the stables. It was relatively quiet down this end of the stable and it allowed the young Sarmatian some quiet time to just forget all about the things that he had to figure out. Alina and Lancelot, Gawain and Arthur. Arthur... Galahad shut his blue eyes to dispel the image of his Commander being desperately disappointed in him and walked to the stall wall. He took the brushes off their holders and walked to the grey horse, frowning as he started to brush - lightly at first, careful of his wounded side, but after a while he lost himself in the rhythm of it, brushing, wiping, brushing wiping - sweat beaded on his forehead, running down in small trckles beneath his tunic. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:39 PM Post #238 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 6:54 pm Malcus Barbattus Malcus felt like the cat that got the cream. He licked his lips as he admired the beauty seated in front of him. He loved the chase and looking at the curves of Catherine's body, he knew it would be worth it in the end. Her soft laughter was like music to his ears. Life at Badon was hard. There wasn't much beauty to a military man like Malcus Barbattus. It was rare indeed, but there were times when Malcus wished he had settled down with a woman who would keep his bed warm at night and bear his sons. But Barbattus hadn't wanted that commitment for his life. He was committed to the Roman Army. But this was hardly the time to be thinking of things like that. Malcus was perfectly capable of behaving like a proper gentleman and this woman would enjoy his company this morning, he would make sure of that.
The blond purred like a kitten when she spoke. It caused Malcus to smile at her again. The captain lowered his head and whispered in her ear, getting a good whiff of whatever sensual scents she'd bathed in. "How about both, my lady?" he said, first blowing then flicking his tongue quickly on her earlobe.
Malcus drew in a deep breath and stood up straight. "There is nothing more that I'd rather do than share a drink with you or any other place I'd rather be than in your company, my dear." Just then, one of the squires walked past them. "Er, excuse me for a moment. Henry!" Malcus called. "Ay, Captain Barbattus!" the boy said, startled. "Go to the prison. Tell them on my order to release the stablemaster. I'm sure he's cooled off by now." "Ay, Captain," Henry said and scurried off. Malcus turned back to Catherine and smiled. "Forgive me, my lady, for the interuption. Shall we?" Captain Barbattus extended his elbow to Catherine so that he might escort her properly to the tavern. He looked over his shoulder making sure that they were not seen by the optio. Titrus and Karl Titrus leaned over and whispered to Quintus. "He don't look so bad, eh?" and shrugged. But Titrus was no fool. If the captain had warned them about the optio, he must have had a damn good reason. Titrus would just do as he was ordered and carry on like he would if the captain was there with them.
"Ay, Optio Scipio, right away, sir!" Titrus said and saluted once again. "Alright men, you heard the optio," the lieutenant said in a raised voice, "let's get ready to ride out. Secure and mount! As soon as the Commander arrives, we're off!" There was a flurry of activity in the stable area as the men began making last minute checks, securing things and climbing up onto their horses. Karl clicked his teeth again when the optio spoke directly to him. Karl instantly regretted having said anything out loud as it seemed to have drawn attention to him.
Dammit! Karl wanted a drink badly but it would have to wait until they'd gotten through the main gates of the Keep. In the meantime, he'd have to make nicey-face with the optio who was standing there in all of his Roman glory. Karl fought not to roll his eyes. "My name is Karl...uh....sir. Uh...it's a pleasure and a honor to be ridin' witcha today." Karl wanted to hurl. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:40 PM Post #239 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Oct 26, 2008 8:36 pm Brendyn He observed everything with silence. He and his mount were more than ready to ride out, but the Commander had not appeared yet....so he waited a bit longer. Commander Antonius had always trained his men to wait until he appeared and had mounted his horse, before ordering the soldiers to mount theirs. This was done out of respect. Brendyn's eyes moved from Titrus to Quintus and the rest before moving his eyes back to the Optio. He did not know the Optio personally, so he really did not know what to expect from him. He saw the Lieutenant say something to the Centurion, but was more intent on waiting orders which came from the Optio...
Mount before the Commander? It would have been unheard of at Aesica, but maybe things here were different, and the order had come from Titrus and the Optio whom he knew little of, but had only heard his name once or twice. Brendyn had wanted to wait, but had no inclination to do latrine duty again. Moving to Tyranus's side, he placed his boot in the sturrup and hoisted himself in the saddle while Tyranus pawed anxiously at the earth. The young soldier hoped that Arthur would not be upset for seeing that the group had mounted before he had done so. He trusted Titrus completely though and if the man said to mount, then he'd do so. There was great anticipation in the stables and especially among the other's who were riding out. Brendyn cast a glance toward where Tatiana was standing next to Darya, and gave both of the ladies a smile, then turned the black arab around to line up next to Titrus's horse. The black pawed lightly at the ground as if anxious to leave, but otherwise, stood in a relaxed but alert position, ears perked forward and head proudly held. Brendyn gave Tyranus a pat on the neck as if to say 'well done', then he reached over with his hand to make sure everything was within reaching distance. Should something bad happen, he wanted to be ready to protect the Commander...with his life. |
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| golden_trillium | May 13 2010, 01:41 PM Post #240 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Oct 27, 2008 1:51 am Alina Oh, for Gods' sakes, this was ridiculous! She could re-arrange the medicinal contents onto their appropriate shelving all day and it wouldn't have made any difference. Outside that door was still the world, and it would be waiting for her regardless of whether or not she was prepared to face it. So much remained the same and yet so much had change. People changed. Alina wanted so much to be able to go back to a time in her life when she hadn't felt so lost to herself. She wanted someone to tell her everything would be okay someday, but in all honesty, the only person who could tell her that was herself. And, even then, there was no faith in certainty that things would turn out okay. No one every really knew - they hoped, but they didn't know. Alina knew she had to grab ahold of herself and not let these uncertainties in life rule her. The past was gone and the future was shrouded in infinite shades of gray. It was the present, and only the present that mattered, and Alina did not want to shut herself away. Only now mattered, and she didn't want to let it pass her by - nor did she want to forget the people that made the present what is was for her. Nothing was ever perfect, but she knew she had been happy once. Perhaps she would find rapture in that happiness again. Or at least normalcy. Mind set, Alina stopped vigorously rolling the vial she had had between her palms and reached out to return it to its home. The tiny bottle clipped the shelf and threatened to crash to the floor, but on reflex she retrieved it mid-air, and secured it back upon the shelf. Slicking back her hair, she gathered it into one hand; taking the leather strap from her wrist and tying back the dark wavy locks loosely, Alina left the storeroom and headed out into the main ward. There was a girl wandering the aisle ahead, looking about rather uncertainly, as if searching for someone. Alina drew closer, recognizing the girl as Fiona - whom she had only met briefly once before - and she appeared to be cradling a bloody hand to her chest. Was she hurt? The healer frowned, and approached Fiona from behind, reaching out to touch her arm. "Fiona? Are you okay?" Alina asked. Instinctively, the woman reached for the girl's hands and with the gentlest of movements clasped Fiona's wrist to draw her hand into the open for better view. "Oh, goodness," she added quietly, still calm, even as she took in sight of the bloody nail impaled into the girl's palm. Alina's grasp remained lightly upon the girl's wrist, her free hand moving to rest at Fiona's elbow to direct her toward an empty cot. "Here, sit. Sit." Luckily there was a basin of fresh water and clean cloths nearby. She would have to go back to the storeroom for bandages, but first had to see about that nail. "What happened?" she questioned. Cassidy & Fleur Fleur had understood she was to stay put as Drake moved away, motioning for Linnesse to follow. Obediently she complied, and crouched atop the cot, balancing effortlessly on the balls of her bare feet and wrapping her arms around her knees. She cocked her head to the side and watched wistfully as the adults spoke privately out of ear-shot of her. Idly, she scratched her scabby knee through the material of her green dress and narrowed her eyes intuitively upon the pair. Cassidy had since pulled herself back into a sitting position and crawled up beside Fleur, kneeling comfortably, hands flat against her lap and resting against the soles of her feet. She exchanged a glance with her little sister and turned her attention back to the others just in time to hear Linnesse exclaim.
Cassidy frowned in confusion and sat up on her knees when Linnesse went for their cloaks. Fleur's head swiveled to follow the healer's movements and immediately stood on the bed when the woman came before her, curling her fingers on the underside of the woman's forearms for balance as she draped the smaller of the two cloaks around the littlest girl's shoulders. Cassidy pulled her own cloak to her chest, fingers curled into the fabric as she threw a glance over Linnesse's shoulder at Drake. She parted her lips to speak, but was interrupted by Drake. The older girl couldn't quite comprehend his meaning, but the healer's words left her staggered and she sucked in an anxious breath as she looked from Drake back to Linnesse, whom was still struggling to clasp Fleur's cloak. Where were they supposed to go? Cassidy was certain, after all, that she and Fleur would end up fending for themselves. From the very beginning, Cassidy had never expected these people to accept responsibility, to care for them. They weren't Linnesse's children, nor were they Drake's. They weren't anybody's children, not anymore. She had mentally prepared herself for a moment such as this when she and her sister would be grown tired of and disposed, but now that it had arrived, Cassidy had no idea what she was going to do to take care of herself and her sister. Without quibble, Cassidy skooched off of the bed and silently donned her cloak. Her head was bowed, blonde strands creating a curtain between her face and Drake's and Linnesse's view. "You don't need to bother. I can take us," she said in a small voice. To where, though? Home, she supposed. Their old home, cold and dark and festering - but such a home was still a home when one had no place else to go, wasn't it? |
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