Far Longer Then Forever

[Alistair]

"Well, it's definitely your child...it hates twirling too." Alistair had put her down when she demanded; and watched as she spun around and gotten sick (thankfully) some place he could not see. "Bloody hell woman!" He wasn't sure what brought this on but it did not look good. Was she sick or was this a baby thing he was not meant to understand! He didn't even know HOW to ask if she was ill or if it was the baby. She'd blamed the baby, but did that mean the baby was sick?!

Hadn't he heard the braggings of this kingdom's doctor? Some old man who had been working in this place since the dawn of time? Then he remembered the last queen died, and he knew they could not trust the old Pendragon doctor. No; he needed one he could trust. He needed a Druid doctor. Someone who knew things; and could do the job right.

[Very romantic. Clearly I am the romantic one between us and you are the awkward one I give you what women want and you puke at my feet.]

[isadora]

Well that seemed to have him pretty freaked out. She rolled her eyes when he swore out loud at her, then put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. "I will not tolerate that kind of language around our child, Alistair." She scolded him matter-of-factly, putting one hand over her belly protectively. If he couldn't keep a civil tongue in his head, then she was hardly going to let him be around their newborn baby; the last thing she needed was a little druid prince who swore like a sailor.

"I'm fine. I'm not sick; I'm pregnant. It happens." If he wanted a better explanation than that...well, he was out of luck. Isadora didn't rightly understand it either, but she knew that she often felt sick but that was normal; at least, that was what she'd always been told. She hadn't exactly consulted anyone on her condition yet, for fear of raising suspicion, but she didn't think it meant anything bad. If she thought her baby was in danger, she'd already have consulted the castle physician, regardless of whatever danger there might be.

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((Well I thought it was funny. xP))

[Alistair]

One moment she was dashing behind plants to return the contends of her belly to the earth and the next she was fussing at him for his language?! It was enough to make him want to curse some more! Alistair drew back an folded his arms as he stared at her with a bit of disbelieve. He cared not if it showed on his face right now; she was the one who made no sense!

he knew that she would be greatly displeased with his actions upon their return but he wanted a Druid doctor to look at her. Someone who knew about magic and knew how to handle the unknown. Not some old man or whoever women turned to when they had this. Maeve perhaps; bit know of something to ease this awkward returning of the meals. He would discuss his plans later with her; but he would take her 'advice' and not bring up the doctor now; like she would not talk of magic now.

[You do seem the type to enjoy vomit and dead bodies and mud.]

[isadora]

Sense? There was no place for sense in Isadora's mind just now! But she couldn't help but crack a smile at the confusion written on his face; there, she'd finally made him show an emotion on his face. That was at least twice tonight; she was getting better at this. Soon enough, he'd have no hope of hiding anything from her. Of course, even as she thought that, she had no idea that he intended to drag her before some crazy witch doctor out in the woods once they got home; if she had, it would have started their argument over again for sure. She had plenty of capable physicians in Caerleon, the best in the realm, looking after her father. And if she trusted them with his care, why not her own? And that of her child.

"And it was worth it just to see that cute befuddled look on your face." She teased, sashaying over to him and taking his hand, and pulling him down along the path once again, continuing their walk through the castle gardens. She wasn't quite ready to go back to the party yet, and she highly doubted he was either; especially since he just kept getting hit with unexpected surprises tonight; both good and bad.

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((You say that as if you don't already know it's true.))

[Alistair]

One moment she was clinging to him in a way that suggested thing; the next she was ill behind Camelot's plans and then next; she was calling his expression a bloody annoyingly girl word! Alistair made sure to return his face to the expressionless mask he often wore; to avoid being called the child like word. Her vocabulary was well into twenty times his; and she decided that cute was fitting?

She reached for his hand and started to pull him deeper into the garden but after a few steps he held firm; refusing to let her pull him any further. "Go. I will find you in a moment." He told her; knowing how uncomfortable she must be with having just been sick. He would collect a glass of water; to help her remove the taste from her lips; and then attempt a conversation with her; about this illness.

[You win. NO romance. Just gross facts.]

[isadora]

Isadora sighed when he went back to his usual expressionless face, and she realized she'd called him cute again without meaning to. "And I mean that in a manly way. A very masculine sort of confusion." She added, trying to fix what she'd already said, but it was probably too late. She was always forgetting that there were certain things she shouldn't say to him...and cute was one of them. She was still thinking about what she might say that would make things better, when he excused himself.

She turned back to look at him as he pulled out of her hold, promising to find her soon, confusion and a bit of anxiety in her expression. She hadn't insulted him that much, had she? "...All right." She agreed hesitantly, but she didn't really move. What was the point of walking through the gardens by herself? She was kind of shocked he was willing to leave her alone at all...sure, they were in a garden, but this was the castle of Camelot. Had she really hurt his ego that badly?

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((Hahaha, oh you know you love it.))

[Alistair]

Alistair turned on his heel and left her standing there while he exited the garden to seek out what he needed. It did not take him long to find one of the many people taking drinks to and from the main room to stop them and steal four glasses from him. That would make it look like there were others were he was going as well as make it enough water to drink.

These idiot nobles seemed to think the best way to drink was with small glasses that needed to be refilled very sip. There was a long cloth over the person's arm; in case they spilled a drink; so they could clean it right away and he stole that too.

Returning to the garden with two glasses per-hand; he found her right where he left her. She did not look pleased, "Are you ill, again?!" He asked as he approached slowly.

[isadora]

She thought about wandering further into the gardens on her own, but looking around, the garden seemed much colder and less welcoming now that she was alone. She rubbed her arms nervously for warmth, her eyes flickering around the garden while she waited for him to come back. She tensed up when she heard someone approaching, but breathed a sigh of relief when it was just Alistair, returning with water in his hands.

At his question, she smiled a little bit, then shook her head. "No, honey. I'm fine." She dropped her hands, looking quizzically at the items he'd collected while he was gone. "What's all this?" It looked like he had...a lot of water. And...was that a cloth? Where'd he get a cloth? It didn't occur to her that the servants carried them around, Isadora wasn't used to paying attention to the hired help or what they might be carrying, unless it was something she needed.

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[Alistair]

Alistair watched her for a long moment; taking in her face and trying to decide on if she was indeed well of if she was trying to stop him from worrying. Whenever she tried to do the later; it usually made him put up his guard and watch her closer.

"It's water." He told her; as if she should know what it was. "You are ill, and ill people need water." He was not talking down to her; but nor was he used to explaining his actions. Sitting down three of the cups; he poured the fourth over the cloth he'd stolen from the worker and held it up to her so she could wash her hands and face after her 'illness' and feel comfortable. "The rest you can drink."

[isadora]

She smiled, despite his tone that said she ought to know what it was, and took the offered cloth. She didn't mind his running off so much now that she knew he'd only gone off to do something for her...it was sweet. He was just trying to take care of her. She used the cloth to wipe her mouth and hands, and taking one of the little cups of water, she drained it. She didn't want him to think she was ungrateful for his offering. "Thank you, Alistair."

"Aren't you thirsty?" She asked, since he had brought so many glasses; how sick did he think she was? She did feel better for having had a drink, it washed out her mouth and soothed her throat, but even so, this seemed like a bit much. It was a good things he had big hands to carry it all with.

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[Alistair]

Alistair held up one of the small cups, that seemed to be made to be as small as it could be. Tall they might be, but they were thin and narrowed near the bottom. "It would take ten of these to equal one real cup. A waste of metal and time these are." She told her; before holding it out to her.

He had not known how much she would need to drink; she had had taken all he could carry. There was rarely deeper meaning to his simpler actions. He thought she was thirsty; so he brought her water. He would not drink til she had her fill; as any druid would do for their women. He could not do much for her in the ways he was used to husbands taking care of a wife; for she had men who hunted for her; and men who took care of her 'shelter'. So he made sure that when he did something for her; he did it well enough.

[isadora]

She raised her eyebrows as he explained what a waste the little ornate party cups were, obediently taking the cup he held out. She supposed that was supposed to be a no? She smiled at him over the rim of the cup before she drank it, too. She didn't want the water to go to waste and he seemed far too disgusted by the frivolities of the nobles to want to even touch the water himself. She knew he didn't like the excesses of nobility, but complaining about the cups? Now he was just looking for things to hate.

"You're so good to me." She decided to ignore his criticisms of the cups, instead focusing on the fact that he'd purposely done this to make her feel better. She reached up her hand to touch the side of his face affectionately. "How did I ever get so lucky to have you?" He had many flaws, yes, and he drove her crazy all the time. But she knew that it would have been far easier to wind up with a man she simply couldn't stand, someone who she couldn't love and who wouldn't try so hard to take care of her. And yet, she had him.

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[Alistair]

Alistair chuckled silently for a second; before looking at her with an almost smile on his face. He wasn't sure what she approved of so much half the time she said things like this to him; but he knew that she did and he was glad for it. That there was something he could give her.

"I seem to remember you did not always with to think your self lucky." He was (trying to) tease her about their first meeting; and while his voice lacked the common joking air one should have; it was there in his own way. "You did try to undress me within an hour of knowing me." He knew that she had been trying to escape; but he was leaving out details to make it sound like something else had happened.

[isadora]

Isadora raised her eyebrows at him, her smile lingering. "You weren't always so good to me," she reminded him when he pointed out that she didn't always feel so lucky to have him. Their relationship didn't have the easiest of beginnings...hell, it was hardly ever easy. But at least he didn't tie her hands and make her do menial labor anymore; and they rarely had occasion to skin anymore deer, either.

She couldn't help but laugh when he accused her of trying to undress him, was that a joke? From Alistair? "I couldn't help myself; I'd never met anyone so rugged and manly before." She replied, letting her eyes drop down from his face, checking him out in the armor; the same as the one he'd worn when he'd kidnapped her. Somewhat disquieting. "You could say I couldn't resist your raw animal magnetism." She was teasing him too, because they both knew that getting him hot and sweaty had been the last thing on her mind when she'd helped him get undressed.

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[Alistair]

"You weren't always so good to me," He was better to her then Vaughn would have been. He knew he'd been an ass; she was a noble woman and had cried over some knight but then wished all druids dead. More or less anyway. He could still remember how close he came to wishing he could sake her or smack her; but he'd known better then to raise his hand to her. Or any woman.

"I couldn't help myself; I'd never met anyone so rugged and manly before." Her first comment left him a little bit unsure about how to respond to her; her later comment was just silly. "You could say I couldn't resist your raw animal magnetism." He would ignore that one; if only for his sanity. "Your knights are rather . . . . pretty." That was being nice. Grooming was important to nobles and some wore the most outrageous clothing. One adult man was wearing yellow. There was something odd about a man who dressed as colorful and pretty as the girls he was trying to impress.

[isadora]

Isadora smiled when her teasing was met with silence, well, at least it had amused her. She shrugged nonchalantly when he pointed out that her knights were...pretty? She couldn't decide if that was an insult or not. She decided to go with the latter, so she wouldn't feel the need to get defensive on their behalf. "I don't like pretty men." She pointed out, she must not, otherwise what was she doing with him? He was the most beautiful man she'd ever known, not that she'd ever tell him that because he'd probably misconstrue what she meant by beautiful as something feminine.

"You know how sometimes, you see a person, and you think they're really good-looking, but then you get to know them, and you realize that they're really just kind of dull?" She'd known so many people, nobles and peasants alike, just like that. "But then there are other times, where you meet someone and you think, oh yeah, they're all right. And then when you get to know them, they just get more and more attractive the more you know them?" She smiled at him and reached out to take his hand. "You're the most attractive man I've ever known." She wasn't teasing him anymore.

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[Alistair]

That made so much no sense that he wasn't sure he could respond to it People didn't change in how they looked; they ere who they were. When he'd first saw her; he'd thought her beautiful and he still did. Getting to know them did not change how they looked. This much be a female this; for he'd never heard of this type of looking before.

Alistair was however a smart man at times; and knew when he was being complemented. "I had dreams of you. Long before I knocked on your door to take you. I knew you'd be in danger; and that you could die." His dreams weren't something he normally talked about; but this one had not ended with death' but the life she carried now. "No other face had stayed with me for so long. Even when I was awake I thought of the nameless face." When he'd knocked on her door; he'd known that he was playing a game with her life. It was a risk he'd no longer take.

[isadora]

She knew it wasn't the way he looked that had changed, but rather, her perception of how he looked. She hadn't loved him from the first moment she saw him, in fact, she'd kind of hated him. But now she could hardly even remember feeling that towards him, even though she remembered perfectly the reasons why. She frowned when he brought up the visions he'd had of her before they met; it was kind of sweet that her face had haunted him --she supposed-- but she found it more annoying that he had still carried out his kidnapping when he knew he was endangering her, even if she was just a nameless face at the time.

She didn't want to dwell on that, however. She didn't like the idea of being a nameless face to him. "I don't know if you remember...you were delirious with fever at the time." She changed the subject, to something else from the first time they'd met. "But you called me a devil, sent to tempt you into hell." She had found it amusing at the time, and she still did now, so she laughed softly. If anything, the two of them were going to drag each other down to hell. "Do you still think that?" She asked playfully, wondering how he'd answer that.

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[Alistair]

"No," He admitted to not remembering. He didn't, the last thing in that era of time he remembered was taking her deeper into the mountains and planning on never letting her see another person or get unbound until he dropped her off with her people. He remembered the anger toward her; but not the time up there from while he was hurt.

"Yes," He teased her; claiming she was still trying to tempt him to hell. He didn't completely believe it now; there was something else at work here. Yet how else did one explain something so lovely wanting to be around someone like him? "I do however; remember one hell of a good bath later." When she'd stripped naked and not cared he was there. He'd never questioned it; for it worked out for him. But he always wondered why, "Did you know I would join you?"

[isadora]

Isadora scrunched her face up at him and gave him a playful glare when he teased her about still thinking she was a devil; if anything, he was her devil! And had he ever succeeded in pulling her from the path of the righteous. She was glad he didn't remember when he had been ill; he had been so vulnerable and childlike, and she knew he'd hate knowing that someone had seen him like that, but seeing him like that was part of why she loved him.

She smiled and blushed when he reminded her of their bath together; the first of many. She shook her head at his question. "I seem to recall telling you to turn your back." She had known he wouldn't listen. But she'd only meant to tease him, for all that she would never admit that was her goal. "I only wanted to get clean." She maintained her story, even though it didn't really matter now. "Had I known of your affinity for baths, I might have acted differently." She was smiling, when she noticed that there was still one glass of water left. Well, he did love his baths...without thinking more on the consequences, she tossed the contents of the tiny cup over his face. "That's for calling me a devil." She giggled playfully.

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