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Post by Alistair on Aug 11, 2010 15:21:36 GMT -5
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"Then why are you? Apparently Alistair thinks I need to build up some callouses." Mae looked down at that and it would be hard not to notice the unscared hands that were working. "You looked like you needed a friend. Besides, druids have to stick together, that is why Father says." she told her, and looked over to make sure no one was watching. Only Alistair seemed to pay any attention to them, and he did not appear to be about to stop them.
Alistair was trying to only pay half attention to them. The other half he was trying to ignore them. He wanted to know what they were talking about, but didn't want them to know he wanted to know. If the princess gave away who she was, it would be bad. However, if he reacted angry over their speaking, Mae would only get more curious. Children and Woman could never mind their own business, and Mae was both.
"I notice you didn't come over here until he went away. Are you afraid of him?" Mae gave her a smile, "Of Alistair? Nnnoooo. Are you?" Mae had not reason to fear him, he might be bossy but he had never hurt her, or anyone around her.
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Post by isadora on Aug 11, 2010 16:07:29 GMT -5
Isadora frowned, looking away from the little girl and down to the clothes she was working on when Mae mentioned that druids needed to stick together. What would she think if she knew who Isadora really was? Would her reaction be the same as her father's? She didn't really want to find out, and yet, she didn't want to lie to her either. She supposed that letting her assume her identity wasn't lying, but she still didn't like it. But she had to agree with what Alistair had said, that it wouldn't be a good idea if the kids knew she was a princess. So she didn't correct the child.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you." Looking up at her, she smiled at her, wiping her forehead on her sleeve absently. Wiping off her wet hands on her skirt, she offered a hand to Mae amicably. "My name is Isadora." She didn't know if anyone had told the girl her name, or if anyone besides Alistair even knew it. His plan hadn't been very well thought through as it was, he hadn't even known her name before he took her, how could she expect anyone else to?
She frowned when the girl seemed confused by her question, so Alistair hadn't been unkind to the girl. Maybe she was just afraid he'd rat her out to her father. She wasn't sure how to respond when Mae turned the question back at her, unlike her, Isadora had plenty of reason to fear the man. But did she? She didn't honestly believe he'd hurt her, or that he'd meant to hurt her up until now; he'd even gone to the trouble of fixing her wrist after he'd mangled it, she remembered, looking down at the smooth skin, now marred only by the braided grass bracelet circling her wrist. She glanced over her shoulder at him again, letting her gaze linger for a moment before she started working again. "No, of course not." She laughed quietly, as though the idea of her fearing him was ridiculous. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 11, 2010 16:27:11 GMT -5
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"My name is Isadora" Not a very druid name, and her hands were so free of marks and scars. Mae might not be the smartest girl in the world but she was not an idiot, "Sastipe, my name is Mae, daughter of Rilan. She used the Druid word for hello and the formal greeting. Sastipe was part of the old language that magic lived in, spoken for longer then man could remember. She was sort of testing, to see what the woman knew.
"No, of course not." Mae started to help her with the washing, sharing the other side of the bucket while they talked. She seemed to be starting to understand, even if she did not know what was going on. Maybe she was not a druid, and had run away, that could be the only reason Mae could think of. "He does not talk much, but he saved my brothers. They were playing in the river, and the current was to strong for them. Alistair is a seerer, he saw it happen, and knew how to save them from his dreams."
Mae started to hang some of the clothing that was scrubbed, she looked over at her father and then at Alistair before going back the Isadora and whispering, "Are you going to marry him?" She asked, wondering if she had runaway. Mae seemed to think nothing of Alistair's treatment of Isadora.
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Post by isadora on Aug 11, 2010 16:50:04 GMT -5
Isadora nodded to the girl's introduction, not sure what to make of the unfamiliar word, but sure that she shouldn't act as though she were confused. It must be some druid language, but what it meant, Isadora could only guess. Probably a greeting, from how the girl had said it, but she wasn't brave enough to test it out for sure. She listened as Mae explained how Alistair had saved her brothers, that must be what he had used against Rilan earlier to ensure his help. That confirmed her earlier notion, that Alistair's visions could be prevented...at least that was good to know.
"Yes...he told me about his dreams." So it wasn't just her that he didn't speak to very often, then; it was everyone. She wondered if it was ever lonely. She smiled at Mae gratefully as she automatically started helping her with the wash, wondering if Alistair would put a stop to their discussion now that Isadora wasn't working alone. "You don't have to do that, Mae." She told her, she didn't want the child to feel obligated to help since she was here. "I told you Id do your work today, I meant it."
She was startled enough that she dropped whatever she was working on when the girl asked her if she was going to marry Alistair, her jaw dropping and her eyes going wide. That was...unexpected, although as she tried to think of why she would think that, it became increasingly obvious why she would think that. Alistair didn't talk much, and suddenly he brought home a strange woman who he spent all his time watching, when he wasn't by her side? She helped with the camp chores even though she wasn't one of them, and, probably most telling of all, they had shared his tent. Mae wasn't young to miss the significance of a man and a woman alone in a small tent. As this occurred to her, she couldn't help but giggle, pressing a hand to her lips to fight back the giggles. "You should ask Alistair that." She said, smiling mirthfully at the thought of the little girl asking him if he was going to marry the captured princess. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 11, 2010 17:11:48 GMT -5
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"I told you Id do your work today, I meant it." Mae laughed softly but not in a mean way, "Your not going to finish this today if I don't help you. Then tomorrow there will be more work." She explained, "Besides, soon the men will hunt and then we have to get more water, and start cleaning the catch." Which meant skinning, and cooking whatever rabbits or deer they managed to bring down.
It took allot of work, and it never ended in a Druid camp but it wasn't like in the city. There if you did not finish your chores, then you got fired, whipped, or you could not make enough money to feed yourself. Here if you did not finish your work, you just had more to do the next day. Mae had never been to a city, but she didn't think she'd like it there. She'd heard storied from her father, none of them flattering.
Ask Alistair? "Maybe I will." She said before looking over at him, then over at Isadora, feeling doubt. After a moment, she turned and started walking over to where Alistair was sitting. The conversation could not be over heard but one moment, Alistair was sitting calmly then next he was standing and glaring at the princess and the next he started laughing. He sat back down and looked at Mae, speaking very low to her.
When Mae came back she was laughing. "Alistair said you were a fairy princess, and he kidnapped you from the gates of Avalon it's self, to be his wife. He said you were learning to be mortal." It was clear from her expression she did not believe him; and it was clear from Alistair's expression he thought his words funny.
Alistair on the other hand, wondered what the women were talking about. How had that question come about and why did Mae ask it of him. He would have thought they were mocking him had he not known they'd had no time planning such things. Not in the moments they have spent together.
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Post by isadora on Aug 11, 2010 21:41:31 GMT -5
Isadora raised her eyebrows when Mae explained why she was helping her, and was grateful to her. She hadn't known the little girl did so much work on her own. "I see..." Isadora knew she didn't move as quickly as those who were used to the work, but she hadn't thought there would be so much that she wouldn't be able to finish. And to think, Alistair spent his days sitting around, dreaming up schemes to capture beautiful princesses rather than helping out. How very like a man.
Isadora continued working, her eyes following the druid girl as she crossed the camp to speak to Alistair, mirth in her eyes but not obvious otherwise, managing to keep the amused smile from her face; until Alistair stood up in outrage, and she couldn't help but laugh as he started to glare at her. She wondered what Mae had said to him, when he started laughing, and then she was curious what he was saying to her in return. She didn't have long to wait, before Mae returned to speak with her again. She kept her features carefully schooled as Mae explained what had them laughing, only raising her eyebrows and smiling. "You don't believe him, I take it?"
It was dangerously close to the truth, yet so ridiculous that Isadora knew no sane person would believe it; but Mae still had that hopeful gleam to her eyes, that maybe she'd have enough optimism to believe the story. "What do you think? Should I marry him?" Now she was just having fun. Even if she didn't find the man who had kidnapped her to be deplorable, it wouldn't change the fact that he was not only a commoner, but a fugitive of questionable moral standing. And she was a princess, so the question of marriage was simply out of the question. But she was having fun teasing the child, nonetheless, so she let the charade continue. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 11, 2010 22:03:06 GMT -5
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"You don't believe him, I take it?" It was very clear Mae thought it was teasing her, she was very unaware just how much Alistair had told her. "No one can steal from Avalon! He must have said it because your pretty, like a fairy should be!" Alistair had only told her such a lie, because he knew she would not believe him, and yet it would seem real in ways. He hoped she would be to young to ask for the truth and keep playing with the lie. Marry the princess? A druid?
She had made him want to kill her, and kiss her with in the space of an hour, and not even for the first time. He pitted the man she'd one day wed. She'd either be stronger then him, and run all over him or if he was strong enough to stand up to her they'd spend the rest of their lives . . . . Alistair shook his head as of to shake off the thoughts he was thinking. She was ice at times, ice was hard to live with. Still, he'd seen cracks in that ice. Some man, whoever the poor bastard was, was going to one hell of time melting it.
Had she'd been a druid, things might have been different.
"What do you think? Should I marry him?" Mae laughed at the question and looked back at Alistair for a moment, then back at Isadora. "Yeah! You could stay here forever!" She said, being to young to know details and that there was more to take into thoughts then just staying somewhere. Mae was the only girl here, she didn't see beyond gaining a friend. She grew slightly serious, but more in a childlike way, then a grave way before asking curiously; "Isadora, your not a fairy, I know but you're not a druid, are you?"
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Post by isadora on Aug 11, 2010 22:35:34 GMT -5
Isadora laughed at the girl's reasoning, well, it did make sense. If she were a fairy princess, she doubted she'd be in this predicament...she would've just used magic to get rid of him, after all. Maybe magic wasn't so bad, if it could protect her from men like him, who felt they could just take whatever they wanted. "Hmm, you make a good point. Maybe Alistair tricked me? Once a fairy gives their word, they can't take it back, you know." That was how all the stories went; a brave man managed to trick the dreadful, mischievous fairies, and take their gold away; why wouldn't it work with their princess instead? Oh, now the allegory was getting a bit too real.
Isadora had often wondered what sort of man she would marry, or if she even would. There were too many men out there who saw her only as a title, and who would consider marrying her as only a stepping stone to a throne. If she married, she would be expected to be submissive to her husband, and her lands would become his; it was a lot of power to be gained through a marriage, and it had always made her wary. It was why she had been raised in a convent, away from power-hungry men.
She laughed again at Mae's answer, so full of childlike innocence and glee, it made her wonder why the child would want her to stay forever; maybe to have someone to help with her chores? That didn't seem likely, since Isadora got the feeling she was more of a hindrance than a help right now. "I don't think that would make your father very happy." Her laughter quieted when Mae spoke again, and Isadora looked up at her, then shook her head. "No, I'm not." It was pretty obvious that Isadora didn't fit in here, she should've known Mae would notice. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 11, 2010 22:53:24 GMT -5
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She began asking questions, in a quick child like way, starting off excited at the idea of him tricking her, and ending confused over her father's displeasure. "Did he trick you!? Why would Father not want you here? He likes everyone . . . everyone but the king." She corrected her self at the end. She knew of her father's hate for nobles, and mostly for the king. The king hunted them for no other reason then what they could do. No one seemed to see the irony that the king was doing what he feared of them. Distorting the peace for no true reason.
"You don't have to be a druid to stay here." Mae reassured her, and seemed to know not to ask more questions, "If you did marry Alistair, you'd be a druid then. We'd help keep you safe. He knows were danger is coming, and we can avoid it. The king's men never look here, cause nothing will grow. They think it's un-in-habit-able . . . " Mae stumbled over the words she'd heard her father use before as she tried to explain to Isadora why they lived here.
Their faces had gone from laughter to somber. Not good. It meant they were plotting or something equally annoying. Alistair shot a glance at Rilan before standing and casually walking over to the girls. He once again resumed his sit leading against the tree holding one end of the rope up. He said nothing to them, and did not even glance their way, just moved with in ear shot for he did not trust his little princess. He could tell that with their faced, things were getting away from the casual conversation. Why did women always do that?
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Post by isadora on Aug 11, 2010 23:35:41 GMT -5
Isadora shrugged noncommittally when Mae launched into her questions, laughing as she asked more than she was planning on answering. "Your father doesn't like me because my being here puts you and your family in danger, and because he thinks I'm dangerous." It was all true, but Isadora couldn't tell her why, couldn't explain that the longer she was missing, the further the soldiers would look. Even if Uther gave up, her father never would, even if he had to drag out the entire army of Gwent to search the backwoods of Camelot. So having her here was dangerous, even if it might not seem so.
Isadora smiled warmly as Mae tried to convince her to stay, it was nice that she made such an effort, but she knew how quickly it would end if the child knew who she really was. Before she answered, she heard someone approaching, and looked over to see Alistair coming closer, taking up his post from earlier. Apparently letting them speak alone was too much for him. Since he didn't say anything, she didn't either, and instead, looked back to Mae. "True, but then I'd be married to Alistair, and who wants that?" She teased, more for the druid's benefit than the little girl's. Was she trying to provoke him? Maybe. But he deserved it.
She shook her head laughingly at Mae's suggestions. "Honestly, you'd get sick of me! The novelty of your very own fairy princess will wear off in a few days time, I assure you, and then you'll get tired of constantly helping me do things you've known how to do your entire life. Just wait, you'll see, I'm entirely useless." She laughed, even if it probably was true. How long could Mae stand having a grown woman who didn't just need help washing clothes, but cooking and even cleaning? Isadora had never done any of those things in her life. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 12, 2010 18:42:40 GMT -5
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"--and because he thinks I'm dangerous." Alistair who had just come from the other side of the camp looked over at them, as he picked up on what they were speaking of!! The princess was just telling the kid everything?! Mae's eyes grew wide and excited, "Are you really powerful then?" A powerful pain in his arse! "No, because Fairies can't keep secrets and druids only stay alive by keeping them." He stressed the word secret as a reminder to her, not to tell the children to much. He was letting them talk, but if the princess went to far, he'd protect Mae by keeping her in the dark.
As for her remarks over no one wanting to marry him, he rolled his eyes, and tired to think of a remark to come back with. He was not used to witty banter and long conversations. Years of being alone make him not feel to comfortable in crowds, and sometimes not know what to say. "Like wise." Was the best he could come up with, and even to him it sounded childish even with his deep voice.
At lest she was honest, he thought as she called her self completely useless. He still wasn't sure what princesses did all day (but by the look at how pretty she was he would guess it involved hours around a mirror) but they could not even carry buckets of water, or wash clothing. They had others wait on them hand and foot because they were born that way. Where born 'special'. "Besides Mae, we both will be moving on in a few days. The princess will be going home, but I promise to come visit when I can." If he was not hunted by then. Once she went home, told them who he was, he knew he'd had every knight in the kingdom after him.
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Post by isadora on Aug 12, 2010 20:36:12 GMT -5
Isadora rolled her eyes as Alistair answered for her, and shrugged at Mae. "Maybe we fairies think certain druids keep too many secrets." She replied to Alistair while still looking at the little girl. Isadora had already underestimated Mae's ability to guess, and whether Alistair realized it or not, there were far too many clues as to Isadora's identity as it was. To a girl as curious as Mae, those clues would tantalize her, maybe even drive her to make up something far more fantastic than what they were telling her, or something dangerously close to the truth.
She laughed at Alistair's brief response to her insult, not in a malicious way, but in a merely amused way. "You still think we should get married, Mae?" She raised her eyebrows at the girl, at least this line of questioning shouldn't convince Alistair to break them apart; he might not like it, but it wouldn't put Mae in any danger.
She froze for a moment when Alistair spoke again, when he mentioned 'the princess going home', her eyes going wide, before she recovered herself and started working again, hoping Mae didn't notice her momentary lapse. Maybe she'd think he was still continuing the fairy princess charade? She was just glad it was his slip-up, and not hers. She didn't say anything, but continued working in silence, not sure what else she could say. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 13, 2010 12:45:57 GMT -5
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She sounded, dare he say, amused at this game. "Druids would not have to, if they did not have so many people hunting them. Fairies should also remember that they are not in fairy land anymore." Alistair was less amused, while his voice was calm, he was growing more uneasy with this topic. Mae wasn't daft, and she would start understanding soon. He was not just protecting Mae here, if the child learned the princess was just that--a noble she had been raised to fear and hate, he unsure what that might bring around. He doubted they would seek to hurt her but they could make these few days worse on her. Undo whatever ground he had gained.
It was a balancing act he was doing here, he was a druid but he was still a stranger to these people. He had to make sure the princess learned just enough to open her eyes but not enough to damn them all--"Not if he is sending you home! I thought you kidnapped her to be your wife?"--on the other side of the balance, he had to keep her safe. If the more angry, bitter druids knew she was here, he might not be able to protect her. . . .. and his dreams were growing clearer.
"But she won't marry me." He explained to the laughing Mae, saying it was her fault. "She can't stay here alone and unwed. Tell her, if she wishes to stay she has to marry me. If she does not then I am taking her home and leaving her there." He was amused at his word, making it seem like the princess was in charge of her fate. "I will give her two more days after this one to make up her mind, if she still says nay then I must return her to fairy land beyond the gates of Avalon. Until then she lives the life of a druid, not of a fairy. . . . " He grinned as he brought the conversation full circle, "and druids keep their secrets."
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Post by isadora on Aug 13, 2010 13:55:31 GMT -5
Isadora sighed in compliance, she wasn't trying to make Alistair mad, and besides, she enjoyed speaking to Mae, so she'd go along with what he wanted...for now. She didn't want to put the child who had become her only friend here in danger, and she assumed Alistair knew the dangers of this life better than she did, so she'd hold her silence. She wondered at how he could think she could she forget she wasn't home anymore? When her hands burned from the harsh soap, her body ached from the hard work, how did he think she felt at home here? She was just trying to make the best of being stuck here until he was done ransoming her off.
"Two more days?" She looked over at him, keeping her tone light, but she wanted to know if that was really how long he planned to keep her here, or if it was just another story for Mae. "Why should I change my mind? You don't even want to marry me." She added haughtily, turning back to her work and managing to somehow look indignant even as she scrubbed dirty clothes, in a way that only a princess could really pull off. Would her airs and graces tip Mae off? She doubted it, the girl had probably never met a princess before, even if she did find Isadora unusual.
"No, Mae, I can't stay. I have things to do back home," she didn't mention what those things were, that she missed her father and her people, that she had people she loved who she needed to take care of. That would probably be a bit much for Alistair to be able to handle, he'd probably think she was saying too much again. She smiled at the little girl. "But I'll miss you, when I go." She might even worry about her; was she safe? Did her family manage to avoid the knights? And she didn't like the idea that such a young girl was going to live out her days in terror. [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 13, 2010 16:43:32 GMT -5
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She had not continued their double meaning conversation, and he was thankful for that. "Two day." He replied to her question. He had told her (hadn't he?) that this would be just for a few days. If not then he'd meant to. It was then she roused the mischief side of him with her next challenge done by words and deeds. Normally the only one who could inspire him to break his own rules was Vaughn, a man who he'd known as a child but had a darker soul the Alistair did. Vaughn was part of this plan, in a way but He'd hope to keep him from the whole plan.
It was not Vaughn, but the princess who'd done it to him this time. With her i-am-better-then-you voice, and turning her back to him with it ram rod straight and graceful. It was as of she was trying to annoy him or at lest get a reaction from him. He lifted up off his arse and on to the balls of his toes, staying crouched down. He moved as slightly as he could up behind her.
Mae was replying to her, slightly distracting her while he moved, "Maybe then when I am older, I can go to Avalon and visit you?" He sent Mae (who had said the word Avalon with a roll of her eyes, as if she did not believe a word of what these two said) a wink, as he leaned forward she spoke in a low, deep voice near her ear. "Don't fool your self, Princess, men always want the finer things in life and then unattainable." Which she was both.
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Post by isadora on Aug 13, 2010 17:21:29 GMT -5
Two more days of this...it wasn't ideal, but she could live with it; but only if she had to. She still planned on running away if she could, she didn't think he wanted to hurt her, but did he really think letting her go once he got whatever it was he wanted was a good idea? She might not know exactly where they were, but she remembered enough to describe it well enough that the knights would be able to find this place easily when she returned home. Either way, she didn't like the idea of being at his mercy, whatever he thought.
Isadora kept her features carefully nonchalant at Maes question as she thought of a response; she couldn't tell her where she was from, obviously, and it wouldn't be a good idea for the girl to come to Caerleon in any event; if she were simply a peasant it would be different, but she was a druid. To visit Caerleon was a death sentence for her. "I would like that, but I don't think it's a good idea, Mae." Unless things changed. Unless things could be different, and druids didn't need to fear Gwent any longer.
She stared at her hands as she worked, thinking about what Mae had asked, unaware of anything Alistair was doing. She was reasonably startled to hear his voice rumbling in her ear, his deep tones sending a shiver down her spine that she was unnerved to admit wasn't entirely unpleasant. To her credit, she managed not to flinch or jump away, instead turning her head towards him, bringing their faces scant inches apart. "True, but there are some things men want that they can't get simply by taking them." She whispered, not wanting Mae to overhear, her gaze meeting and holding his as he crouched behind her. [/size] ((Thanks! Yep, I do. I wanted something with some more color. xD))
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Post by Alistair on Aug 13, 2010 18:07:57 GMT -5
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Alistair had not answered Mae's question, and nor was he going to. He would let Mae ask to visit the princess. Let the princess think over how things would never be, even if Druids became safe in Gwent one thing would still keep them apart: Princess did supper with the poor. More then druid blood kept Mae from being able to be friends with her, kept him---from nothing. He wanted to shake his head again, to stop whatever thought had been forming.
"Please?! I promise to be good, and help with the chores!?" Mae pleaded, the way children sometimes did, and Alistair spoke to her with out bring his face away from the princess'. "She is not a druid, Mae, she can go were we can not. What might be safe for her, is not safe for you, nor I." He wanted to look at Mae to make sure she understood but he was not about to break eye contact first.
Mae might have reacted to that statement but it was not with words, and Alistair was only half paying the child any attention anymore. Mae was a wonderful person, happy and loving against all odds; but in this moment, his attention was on the woman, not the child. Reaching up slowly, he brushed some of the hair back from the princess' face, before moving in slightly closer and speaking in the same deep low voice from a moment ago. "How else would you suggest a man get what can't be earned?" Lowly druids did not earn princesses . . . . Then it accorded to him, why were they speaking of this as if it was something possible? When he returned her home they would not even think of each other, right?
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Post by isadora on Aug 13, 2010 18:54:23 GMT -5
Isadora didn't look at Mae as the child pleaded to be allowed to visit, as determined as Alistair was not to break eye contact first. Even if staring in his eyes was a little more familiar than she might've liked...she was too stubborn to give him that. She let him explain why Mae couldn't visit her, why they were too different for there to be anything between them; wait, when had he said that? It was true, nonetheless, but why would that thought occur to her? Maybe gazing deeply into his eyes like this really was a terrible idea, but there was something more than a simple competitive urge holding her gaze in place now.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he touched her face, and it was her reaction more than his action that startled her as he moved closer and she didn't try to pull away. When he spoke to her like that, with that deep, masculine voice, why did it make her head go fuzzy, her chest buzz with warmth? Ridiculous, she hadn't reacted to a man like this since she was Mae's age! And she still couldn't bring herself to tear herself away.
"Maybe...there is no way to get what you want." Her words were true but she didn't like to speak them, found them contradictory to her body's reaction to him, didn't like the way they tasted as they passed her lips. They contrasted with the warm, inviting tone of her voice/ [/size]
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Post by Alistair on Aug 13, 2010 19:44:54 GMT -5
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Women were nothing but trouble. Alistair knew this was breaking the rule he had made just the day before. She had teased him, until she got him stuck in that metal death trap of a shirt and then ran away from him. This could be a trap, she could be playing him. Mae was right there, he was sitting a bad example for a kid. He should slide back, walk away. Save himself and his pride before she tried to hit him again.
Yes, walk away from the siren, ignore her song. Still, he was not willing to break eye contact. It was like how moths, flew close the fire. He'd knew it would burn him; kill him but he could not pull back. Just hope he could pull back in time.
Alistair let his hand linger in her hair. His rough hands were not used to something so soft as her skin and hair. They were used to his own skin, and the ground and hard work. They were used the hilt of his sword. Not silk of her skin. This was a bad idea. He knew he should break eye contact right this second. No more of this. The game would only get her killed when it made him drop his guard. "To hell with it," He said in a deep low almost growl before leaning closer to gently cover her lips with his.
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Post by isadora on Aug 15, 2010 17:52:10 GMT -5
She would have liked to have been able to claim that her actions were exactly what the paranoid side of him would suspect, that all of this was some game or ruse in order to gain her freedom; but the truth was it wasn't. Isadora was more than willing to lie, trick and cheat if it would return her home, but to play with a man's emotions like that, to manipulate him like he were just a toy was beyond Isadora. Maybe she'd be better at negotiating if she were willing to twist a man's heart around her finger to control him, but the thought of degrading herself like that made her cringe.
So she couldn't pretend, even to herself, that she was trying to trick him now, and what had started out simply as a matter of pride had become something else. She was oblivious to Mae now, twisting her body around at the waist to better face him, putting one hand still damp from the wash palm down on the ground to steady herself. She was closer to him now than she could recall being to any other man, able to feel the heat of his breath when he growled an almost uninterpretable statement, her eyes widening for only a second before they fluttered closed when he kissed her.
It wasn't like the last time he'd kissed her, his lips weren't crushing hers, it wasn't meant to be cruel or controlling, he wasn't trying to punish her. Despite the roughness of his lips and his hands, there was a softness there, a gentleness that he obviously didn't show often. She ignored her own better judgment as it yelled at her to shove him off, her pride as it ordered her not to give in. She didn't know if it was the stress or she was honestly going insane, but she liked the way it felt as he kissed her. Tentatively, she raised a hand to his face, just barely brushing her fingertips over his cheekbone, slowly moving them over the contour of his cheek gently, letting his stubble scratch the palm of her hand. Everything abut him was rough and hardened, where she was all smooth and soft, perfect complementary opposites. [/size] ((Glad you like it...I thought it kind of made her look like a high class call-girl, but hey! xD It's pretty, anyways. Thanks again. ^^))
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