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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:48 AM Post #1 |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:49 AM Post #2 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 6:16 am Neeve After they had left the dungeons and Arthur had ordered Lancelot and Tristan to hand Neeria over to her, Neeve had just snorted disgruntledly and shot the Roman a last rather angry glance before she had grabbed the Woad’s arm firmly to drag her along… The two women moved into the opposite direction of the men and Neeve couldn’t help but curse quietly under her breath. She only hoped that Derfel would be informed soon. VERY soon. Tending to a prisoner’s – even to a Woad’s – wounds while the person was safely locked up in the dungeons was one thing…to babysit one in the open another. The first thing was part of her job…the latter…was not. And where on earth was she supposed to get clothes for the Woad from? She doubted that any merchant would be willing to sell her some when seeing Neeria. The girl looked too much a Woad to blend in so easily. The healer frowned… Vanora! Maybe Vanora had an idea…or even some spare clothes left. Surely the redhead was at the tavern. How convenient…for that would mean Neeria could get some food, too. “This way…”, the Briton murmured as she slightly changed the direction to use the shortest way to the tavern. The less people saw Neeria – or rather her with the Woad – the better. Her grip was Neeria’s upper arm was still firm…after all, Neeve didn’t want to take any risks. “You have no idea how lucky you are…”, the raven-haired then added and for the first time since they had exited the dungeons actually looked at the Woad by her side for a moment but still kept the two of them moving… |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:43 PM Post #3 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 10:25 am Neeria Neeria blinked her eyes as she got accustomed to the light outside. It seemed as though she'd been in the dark dungeons forever. She breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with the cold fresh morning air. But then she coughed, a deep rattle in her lungs, and sneezed again. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and rubbed the results on her trousers. Tristan squeezed Neeria's upper arm and roughly shoved her from his grip as Lancelot loosed her other arm as well. The woad hissed at Tristan but didn't say anything.
The dark knight wasn't nearly as scary in the day light as he'd been in the dark dungeons and Neeria was able to keep herself composed. She squared Lancelot in the eye. "I can hardly wait until we meet again, Sarmatian," she said, much braver than she actually felt. The healer, Neeve, then grabbed Neeria's arm and pulled her away from the group, cursing under her breath. As they walked, Neeria turned and looked over her shoulder. She looked at Arthur who was still standing there talking with Lancelot and Tristan. Arthur seemed even more surreal in the daylight in his armor and flowing cape. He was so tall with a broad chest, thick neck and large hands. He had dark curls on his head and thick eyebrows. Neeria continued to stare until Neeve yanked her in a certain direction, forcing the woad to turn around and pay attention to where she was walking. Neeria wondered if she'd ever see Arthur again. "I can walk on my own," Neeria said and yanked her arm out of Neeve's grasp. "I gave Arthur my word I would not make trouble and contrary to what you think, my word is good." The short woman walked fast to keep up with Neeve as they made their way to where, Neeria didn't know. "Where are you taking me?" Neeria asked.
"Yes," Neeria grumbled as her short legs worked hard to keep up, "I'm very lucky," and she rolled her eyes. |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:44 PM Post #4 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 1:44 pm Mirtha Mirtha stared into darkness... He was thinking about everything that occuried recently. He did not remember half of what he should. He was drunk more than few times... He just could not cope with the world without those drinks! It showed today. He got beat up by some Roman asshole, just because he could not get his own nerves cool down in time. He had problems with authorities around it would seem. He was used to take orders, but when being a mercenary it all looked different, he could leave the job without explaining why and search for another one... But he had runn out of places to work like that. And he needed a change... He was tired of bloodshed... Finally he was doing something he liked. Something what was a far rememberence of who he could become if not for his friend's death... if he had not started drinking heavly. A heavy sound of footsteps cut trought his thoughts and Mirtha oppened his eyes to see that there were two men before the cell door. The guard oppened the door and Mirtha remained in place looking at them without any expression...
Mirtha stood up and walked to the door mesuring the two at the door. Guard and young Henry, who he had known... Who had known him? He was running around the fort always! "Fucking time...." he murmured walking past them and without further thinking stormed out of the prison. It was cold outside... He briefly wondered if he should visit Ione, but then he did not know if she wanted to see him. She had lost her child... and maybe, just maybe he had something to do with it... Maybe thier having a sexual act was a reason for this also. He sighed making a silent promise that he will never again get close to her... he won't hurt her again. And in this moment he remembered that he promised to get Adian to see her. But where the hell he could be? Mirtha decided to look in the tavern first. So he walked the way to the tavern and entered... A drink first... He walked to the bar without looking at anybody and waited for somebody to serve him. He had bottles in the stable, but there was a large comapny of Romans and knights leaving for somekind of mission. He should make sure that everything was in order... but a small drink before won't be bad... |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:46 PM Post #5 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 2:36 pm Neeve Neeve truly hoped that Vanora would be in the tavern. In fact, the healer set all her hope in Bors’ woman for Vanora usually knew a solution to every problem. And especially the clothes task was a problem for Neeve. Thus she walked on with long strides until…
When Neeria suddenly yanked her arm out of Neeve’s grip, the healer inwardly rolled her eyes but outwardly shot a glare at the former prisoner. She did, however, not slow down her walking pace. “Forgive me that I’m not as trusting as the Commander…”, the raven-haired hissed with sarcasm dripping from her voice, “…as far as I know, we had your leader’s word regarding the truce between your people and this Fortress, too. And what happened, hm?”, he healer paused, “so much for the word of a Woad…” The Briton sniffed and focused on her steps again…totally forgetting to actually answer Neeria's question about their destination...
This made Neeve stop abruptly. She turned around and shifted her crystal-blue gaze towards Neeria. “You don’t understand this, do you? Everyone in that cell down there wanted you dead…”, the healer stated and pointed into the direction of the dungeons, “…all but one. And it’s only because of our respect for the Commander and his orders as well as because of his compassion and patience that you are still breathing… You are lucky. Better keep that in mind.” The Briton narrowed her eyes at the smaller woman… …when the noise of flapping wings and a loud caw right above her distracted the healer. She glanced up at the skies and spotted her raven Dwyn circling downwards into her direction. Neeve sighed, secretly relieved about this distraction, and lifted her free arm a little to allow the bird to land on it. “And where have you been in the last days, hm?”, she asked the bird, her voice now much gentler than only seconds ago when she had addressed Neeria. Dwyn gave another caw and cocked his head at Neeve. The healer smirked slightly and watched the raven climb up her arm to sit on her shoulder. Shaking her head briefly, the Briton then focused on Neeria again. “Keep moving…we’re almost there…”, she told the Woad and walked on, knowing that behind the next corner the tavern would be in sight already… |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:46 PM Post #6 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 3:22 pm Vanora Well other customers were beginning to flow in, and Vanora began drawing ales for those who ordered the drink. In that time, she had also noticed Malcus entering the tavern with a young woman, but they had moved from her range of vision, and thought it best not to bother them. A wench came and ordered another ale, and Vanora drew the order and handed it to the young woman just as she noticed Mirtha entering the tavern. Well, now there was a sight! What had he done now? Vanora had seen men come out of fights, and Mirtha had definitly gotten himself into a scrap with someone. She said nothing though until he came to sit on a chair at the counter... Lordy heavens! The man stunk of stale ale and filth... but then the stable master was a regular at the tavern. Vanora looked the man 's wounds over and asked, "So Mirtha, what can I get you today? From the looks of it, you'd be needing a good tankard to get rid of the pain..." She raised an eyebrow. "Anything you wish to talk about?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:48 PM Post #7 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:41 pm Lancelot Lancelot snorted as Tristan continued to walk on; Arthur finally giving the only order he could have - should have done - after the scout's information.
Some of the men gathered by the stables had noticed them; one of them, a large, irrational looking Roman, said something to Tristan that the other man traditionally answered with a snappy retort. Lancelot couldn't hear the exchange, however, because he'd stopped again. He reached out and grabbed at the leather straps that hung from Arthur's waist and stuck slightly out below his cuirass. He hastily let go of the fabric, but did not avert his eyes when the commander turned his back on the group assembled - still some yards away - and looked at him. The injury Lancelot had received to his eye - fucking Galahad! - smarted and made tears still randomly fall onto his battered face, the chill wind drying them quickly but leaving his skin feeling old and tight. He crossed his arms over his leather covered chest, the arrow wound pulling a bit, and stood stock still, staring at Arthur, his hip cocked as he rested his weight on the ball of his right foot. The single sword still swung a bit at his side, until gravity affected the thing and it ceased as Lancelot remained in place, watching Arthur and wondering just how much he could say before Arthur rode off to his certain, ridiculous doom. "You should have given that order days ago," Lancelot said. "Rest assured I will carry it out to the letter." He canted his head and squinted at the Roman through exhausted eyes. Scrubbing a hand over his face and hair, he sighed when he caught wind of his own stink. "And by the gods, but I am foul." A laugh was cut off short as the look on Arthur's face forced Lancelot's bitterly humorous temperament to sour. "If you don't come back - you have two days. And then Merlin's head will belong to me." Noise traveled from the group of people situated with their horses - they were obviously waiting for Arthur's arrival so they could leave, and Lancelot knew that Darya was there, as well. Waiting. Waiting for the father of her child to come and kiss her and comfort her and let her know in no uncertain terms that he would return to her. Lancelot could see the dark, lanky form of the Optio, and he spat onto the cold ground as the nasty, bird-faced man's voice echoed in his head. officially sanctioned Optio conscripted dog whore Lancelot shook his head like an animal enraged, and clamped his teeth tightly until his jaw cracked. He raised his eyes and once more - painfully - met Arthur's gaze. "Don't leave me in this place alone, Artos." |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:51 PM Post #8 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 1:24 pm Catherine Catherine was always 'on'. Her movements always seductive with the intention of catching and keeping the eye of any men in proximity of her allure. Even when she knew she had caught a man's eye she sought to keep it firmly fixed upon her and none other. Many whores at Badon thought nothing of mooching in on another's catch and once a man was swept away by lust, it rarely mattered who it was he satiated that need in. So when she was walking ahead of Barbattus she moved with intent, a gentle sway to her hips that seemed to suggest oh so much! When she sat it was with deliberate care that he had to sit close to her when he chose to do so, and when she unhooked her cloak she was sure to stretch her arms backwards as she settled it about behind her so as to strain the creamy flesh of her bosom against her bodice. All an act, all part of the show.
Catherine gave a pretty chiming laugh at his words, when he referred to himself as a brute. She cocked her head to the side so that he looked to the crown of her head and she toyed with her chilled fingers. He asked her a question and she gave another small titter of amusement, draping her hand against her perfectly smooth cheek as she turned to look at him, her hazy green eyes sparkling with mischief and secrets that were there for the telling. "I would like half of whatever you're having." she asked, raising an eyebrow at him before giving another coy laugh at nothing and tilting her body over towards him. She made a show of extending her arms and then offering him her hands to warm, watching his face all the while. Her stomach was rather fluttery with the prospect of having a man warm her hands. It was really those moments without ribald humour and lewd actions that made Catherine all the more endeared to a man. A man might kiss her and she would kiss him back with muted passion. Another man might tenderly brush his hand against her cheek and her heart would be set alight with affection. "What I've heard tell of the Brute, " she smiled lopsidedly, a tendril of hair dropping down over her cheek sweetly, "I doubt is all true, Captain Barbattus. Would you whisper me the truth of him to erase the rumoured whispers that are already there?" she purred, staring at his dark eyes. Amadeus
Well, he would be the judge of that statement when he returned. The Optio gave a quirky smile to the child and started back towards the others, taking his time, pondering this new tactic of his. It worked quite well, that he could see by the fact that the men were not following his every move with wary eyes. Once he had gone off to get his horse they had started to talk amongst themselves. Amadeus was just coming back up towards htem when he heard one of teh soldiers hiss --
The Optio raised an eyebrow but said nothing, coming to stand at the back of the group, casually leaning a shoulder against his horse's shoulder and looking over towards where everyone else was looking. A glint of silver. A flash of dark, dark hair and bizarre feeling that there was a buzz in the air preceded the commander. Amadeus lifted his chin and came to stand forward a little, grey eyes looking towards Arthur. He looked to be the centre of the gathering as Tristan came stalking in and past him towards his own horse, Amadeus presumed. The Optio gave a respectful smile to Arthur.
The quietly spoken words were clearly heard by the Optio. Arthur was still half-way across the courtyard only and Amadeus turned quickly, his head snapping this way and that to find the person who was pouring their heart out in a defensive hiss. He cocked his eyebrow, not sure which man it was and then gave everyone gathered, including the women, a warning glower. He would be friendly, of course, but he would show due respect to the Commander. The present Commander. The temporary Commander for Amadeus saw the position as his once he had gathered enough support for himself. "Enough!" he snapped quietly, firmly and turned back to face Arthur, his chin dipped slightly as he watched Lancelot dog the Commander's heels. "Your Commander is present." he added in a grim undertone. Drake When he spoke Linnette gave a slight start. Drake did not comment on this but he did wonder where her mind was that she had forgotten he stood right next to her. Perhaps she was just accostomed to his ever present hovering, he thought gloomily, realising that he was becoming more and more like a bad stench around her. He wondered if she were becoming impatient with his presence... ? He wondered if she would tell him if she were - her manners and propriety might prevent that. Though Drake found it hard to believe that Linnette, like Alina, would not speak her mind if he did irk her.
Oh she shouldn't have done that! Her warm hand made contact with his warmer forearm and it seemed to send a jolt of awareness coursing through dusty veins and passageways deep inside of Drake. A longing came over him, a pining for affection, a deep desire to fold this small woman in his arms, kiss her forehead, feel the brush of her soft skin against his lips and tell her that he will do this for her and more, so much more if she would just touch him like that again. She looked away from him so missed the strike of agony that flickered across his vision once those feelings all came to life inside of him again. Long dormant needs arose in him and every emotional nerve ending that he had so painstakingly deadened years previous was suddenly alight with agony. Drake lowered his eyes, looking at the dark hairs on his forearm where she had touched him and resolutely set about caging back all his emotions and feelings once more, hurriedly pushing them deep down into a dark abyss inside his heart. He looked up at the two girls, Fleur peering at him with more astute observation that he cared to notice and she came tottering over to him, silently taking his hand. Drake felt awkward, having to stoop one shoulder a little and so he scooped her up onto one arm. He gave a meaningful nod of his head to Cassidy and turned wordlessly to leave the infirmary and figure out how he was going to find out where this Catherine woman lived. He didn't look back at Linnette but he felt as if there was a burning in the centre of his shoulder-blades and he wondered if it was because she was watching his departure or if it was because she wasn't... |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:52 PM Post #9 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 1:58 pm Linnette Fleur, with her usual seemingly imperturbable cheerfulness, gave Linnette a wave goodbye as Drake picked her up, and Cassidy met her eyes with acknowledgement if without enthusiasm as they turned to go, but Drake...he said nothing. Not even a nod, he didn't even look at her as he turned to collect Fleur. He just dropped his eyes, his face expressionless, and Linnette thought with a stab of dismay that maybe she had displeased him by that request- even though he had offered to help! She breathed out a frustrated breath, scrubbing her good hand across her forehead momentarily as she watched the trio retreating. Curse it. He had already done more for her than she could ever possibly repay, including probably saving her life twice, but she just kept finding herself in sitatuations where it was convenient to ask more of him, more small favors, more concessions. And he granted them, because he was a good man, but that didn't mean it wasn't an imposition. Maybe she should take the request back and just walk the girls herself, after all... Linnette started forward, almost ready to go after Drake and the girls, when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye from the other direction- Dagonet, sitting up on the bed, seemingly preparing to go. She had to retrieve Mari and catch him now! Torn, she looked back at Drake's retreating back, at Fleur's blonde head perched on his shoulder and Cassidy walking alongside...and on a sudden implulse, hurried a few steps to catch up with them, coming up beside Drake on the opposite side to where Cassidy walked. "Drake? If you find me later, I'll redo the bandage on your hand. If you..." she had kept walking through all of that, making a beeline for Mari by the door, and now turned around and said her last words while walking backward, her cheeks coloring a bit for her forwardness. But this was the only thing she could think of off the top of her head to do- and she had to do something. "If it might be easier," she concluded with a sheepish, abashed shrug, before turning and dashing over to Mari. She put a hand lightly on the girl's back and guided her away from the doorway where she had remained, over in the direction of Dagonet's bed, hurrying. "Sorry about that, Mari...you really didn't have to wait here, though!" She cast a last, worried glance over her shoulder at Drake and the girls, then looked back to Mari with concern. For the first time in her haste, she noticed how nervous the girl looked, and remembered suddenly that probably the last time she had been here had been in the aftermath of the rape. Poor thing- Linnette clicked her tongue in soft sympathy as she continued to steer Mari across the floor. "It's all right...it's just that he's right over there and he looks like he might be leaving...Father?" Linnette called out as soon as they were within reasonable range, feeling her cheeks flush again on using the title. It seemed awkward to address him like that, now that Gedeon was gone, but she knew no other proper way to do it- he was still her father-in-law. A few of the nuns' and patients' heads had turned to follow their progress, obviously wondering what all the fuss was about, and Linnette drew herself up despite her blush, hurrying the last few steps to Dagonet's bedside. "Father...I wondered if I could ask you something," Linnette fairly skidded to a halt beside the bed, panting a little bit and wishing that everyone not directly involved in this would stop staring at her. She felt terribly conspicuous, but plowed onwards anyways- the picture that she wanted was more important than anything. |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:54 PM Post #10 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 3:24 pm Mirtha
Mirtha barely looked over the tavern in search for Adian's face, but did not find it... so he turned away to lean over the bar slightly. In the same moment Vanora came talking to him directly. He looked at her, then lowered his gaze upon his shirt and saw blood stains all over it... and for sure his face had to look in similar way, beaten. Stablemaster winced a little at this and waved his hand in it doesn't matter gesture.
"Rough day...." he murmured and gave the woman a slight smile. "Give me some ale and something to eat..." he sighed a little looking at her again. "Talk? No... It's just not my fucking day.." |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:55 PM Post #11 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 5:13 pm Mari Mari was just like that. She stood quiet and polite, not wanting to intrude on anything important. She had a sweet but nervous smile on her lips as she looked about the infirmary, looking over at Linnette and her sister and cocking her head at the older man that hovered about the two of them. He looked gnarly - rough and moody. He kind of reminded Mari of her father. She looked away when he lifted his head and she caught a flash of the burning strength in his green eyes, pursing her lips as she found the ceiling interesting all of a sudden. The tall bearded man was leaving with one of the little blonde girls on his arm, the other at his side and Mari couldn't help but gape at the image. He was so unlikely to be the one to care for such fragile looking girls and yet it seemed to be as Linnette bid it. Or was it... ? Mari watched in wide-eyed fascination as Linnette hurried after the bearded man. He did not respond to her words but merely stared straight ahead and then carried on walking once she had left him. Linnette came over to take her deeper into the infirmary. Mari smiled hesitantly at her approach.
"Oh it's ok - I'm ok, honestly." she said emphatically as she was led towards the tall man and the red head. Mari gave them both a shy smile, dipping an awkward curtsey to the man, knowing he wa the father of a knight and presuming him to be of some standing. Mari, inevitably, had grown up with a firm respect and admiration for the Sarmatian knights. She was half-Sarmatian herself given that her father was one of the conscripts. All her life Mari wanted to feel an affinity with the Sarmatians but never seemed to be able to - relating far better to the Britons instead. Linnette addressed the older man and Mari felt her own cheeks flush red at the hazel-eyed woman's embarrassment. She dipped her head and akwardly smiled, glancing up with hesitant brown eyes to the red head, wondering who exactly she was. She didn't look all that much older than Linnette was, and Linnette was not all that much older than Mari herself. Perhaps a healer? A baleful glance from the red head put Mari on edge. She quickly dropped her eyes to the gruond and edged to the side a little so that she was closer to Linnette. Her hesitant gaze lifted to the tall Knight and she gave him an awkward smile. How would he take this request? |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:56 PM Post #12 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 6:31 pm Vanora Vanora studied the stable master as he seemed to be searching for someone... possibly someone to share a drink with no doubt. She did not push the matter with the bloody shirt and the black and blue nose and marks on his face. Someone had obviously pummled the hell out of him....though Mirtha was not a weakling by a long shot as she had heard some things about him as well from the other customers.
Vanora returned the slight smile, "Wait here and I'll order you your regular.... eggs, a slab of meat and bread with honey, right? Or would you like something else?" Vanora raised an eyebrow as she poured the tankard of ale and set it in front of the down cast man. "Well, if you need to get something off your chest, I am always willing to listen..." |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:57 PM Post #13 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 6:37 pm Malcus Barbattus Malcus continued to watch Catherine's every move. She was as graceful as a swan. Femininity and delicateness oozed out of her pores. It is amazing she is a whore, Malcus thought. This woman should be the wife of a rich nobleman - what on earth was she doing in the blood and filth that was Badon Keep? What terrible fate in her life had led her here? Malcus wondered. Yes, he would fuck her - fuck her good - and pay her well for her services, but he couldn't help wonder just who she was. She was playing the game well, but Malcus knew he was the master. He outwardly smiled at the thought. The captain looked at the creamy, smooth skin above Catherine's bodice again and licked his lips as Catherine cocked her head to the side and laughed at his quip. Oh yes, she had understood his innuendos.
Catherine leaned closer to Malcus, allowing him another glimpse of her generous, luscious cleavage. Then she gave both of her hands over to the man so that he might warm them. Malcus smiled and blew into both of his large palms, rubbing them together. Then he grasped Catherine's hands between his and held them there for a moment. Their eyes were locked when Malcus took her hands and placed each one on each of his cheeks, the palms resting just above his lips. Just then a barmaid came over. "What can I get ya?" she asked rather haughtily, flashing a quick glance at Catherine, but then focusing on Malcus. "I'd like some of that honey-spiced tea that Vanora makes so well, love," Barbattus said and then looked back into Catherine's green eyes. "In one of the large tankards," he added, not looking back at the girl. The girl grunted in acknowledgement and walked off.
Malcus lowered his head and smiled, then took Catherine's hands from his face but still held them. "Some things you may have heard about me, I'm probably famous for," he said slowly...slyly..."it depends on what you heard and whom you heard it from." Malcus met her gaze once more. "From my men, you may have heard that I command them with a hard and heavy authority. That is a truth." His smile faded and his lips curled to one side. He looked at Catherine sideways. "From my lovers, you may have heard that I left them satisfied and purring for my return. That is a truth too, my lady." Malcus straightened his head and lifted one of Catherine's hands to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Now tell me. Which one did you hear?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 01:59 PM Post #14 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:25 pm Linnesse
"Of course, Sister," Linnesse murmurred, getting up from the bed, but with her eyes still fixed on Ione with an odd, puzzled look. It seemed that there was more to the story of the pregnancy than Ione had really told her...but as Linnesse rounded the bed, she sternly reminded herself that it was really none of her business. It wasn't, but...to be perfectly honest, it did put Ione in a bit of a different light for Linnesse, one that she might have to consciously try to overcome until she could be as casual and matter-of-fact about unknown-father pregnancies as Sister Margaret was. Blowing out a sigh, Linnesse opened the door of the room. "I'll just be a minute," she murmurred back to Ione, before going around the door and shutting it behind her. Out in the infirmary, she immediately turned her steps towards the workroom where she would find the ingredients for tea, but as she walked, she was craning her neck to see what had happened with Linnette and the girls- and Drake. After a moment, she spotted Linnette's auburn head over by Dagonet's bed, with Saoirse's brighter red making Linnette's look pale, but the girls were nowhere to be seen. So she had already taken them, home, then? That hadn't taken long- but Linnesse supposed that if the place they were staying was nearby, it needn't have. And Drake, thankfully, was nowhere about, as far as Linnesse could tell. It looked like that crisis was averted- but still, Linnesse intended to have words with Linnette about Drake very, very soon. Not now, though. Linnesse continued on into the workroom, where she got out a cloth and laid it on the table, then poured out a pile of the dried black haw from the appropriate jar in a mound in the center of it. With quick, sure fingers she folded it into a packet and tied it with a narrow strip of cloth, then on an impulse made up a second packet of chamomile, too. A good, relaxing herb, that one- perhaps a good compliment to the black haw. A few minutes later, she was back at Ione's door, pushing it open and slipping inside the room. "Here you are..." Linnesse crossed the the bedside table and set down the two packets, pointing them out in turn to Ione. "The larger one's the black haw, and the smaller one is some chamomile?" She tossed a questioning look at Sister Margaret, just checking to see if that one was a good choice, and the nun nodded approvingly. "Take a small cup of the black haw..." Sister Margaret tapped the appropriate package again, looking at Ione, "every day for the next month. Then, if you've had no more bleeding or contractions, you can stop unless they come on again. If you do have more signs of miscarrying, take a bigger cup, or have someone make it for you, and send someone for me. Don't try to walk to the infirmary yourself, though, if you can possibly help it- lie down and rest wherever you are. You understand?" |
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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:00 PM Post #15 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 12:10 am Kayley
"Oh, Scáth, of course. My valiant protector," Kayley mused and pat the black horse's flank gently. The beast seemed to nod its head in agreement, which made Kayley chuckle in mild amusement. Smith's bland, but straight-forward response to her observation about him being rather 'terrible' made her laugh again. Her hands went to his shoulders and she peered around at the side of his face. "Well, at least you admit it." No, Kayley would've never sought to change Smith in any way. His blatant honestly, his audacity, everything that made Smith Smith was what she loved about him. It was true he did tend to be a loner from time to time, but he always seemed to come back to her in the end. They had a bond that neither of them shared with another. And, while Kayley was rather self-sufficient, it still made her feel good to know that despite what happened, despite whatever the future might've brought, that they had each other, and she could depend on him through thick and thin. There was much about the world Kayley still had yet to learn, and at times she may have even been uncertain of her place in it. But, if there was one thing, one constant in her life that she was sure of, it was Smith. Kayley glanced over her left shoulder at where Micah padded along the others on foot in brooding silence. Oh, she had known the man long enough to recognize when he was upset. Micah was like an open book to her with his myriad of emotions. She sighed inwardly. "Micah?" she called sweetly, innocently, hoping he'd at least acknowledge her. She did not like these tense silences between them. "Are you not talking to me, Micah? I wish you would, you know..."
"No, no...that was Colin, I think...Roan made me that carving of the bear and - " Kayley answered, as she realized he had insulted her at the end, and she had walked right into it. She wasn't really insulted, of course, but the implication made her scoff and pinch Smith lightly just under his armpit. "Oh, really? Do I now?" she inquired disbelievingly, turning her face aside and nose in the air, pretending to be aloof in the matter of his take on her personal life. She momentarily forgot about Micah. "And, I suppose that you, Smith, know of someone much more tasteful for me than those other men?" |
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