Lovers Eyes [Caitrin]

[lucan]

He’d invited Caitrin round, even if she did hate his guts he needed to know that she was ok after their imprisonment in the dungeons. He wasn’t just going to get back on track and not ask about her welfare. Lucan had seemed to have taken a leaf out of Rouland’s book and poured some wine for them both.

“I know we’ve had our differences, and that you don’t think very highly of me, but I invited you here just to check that you were ok.” He told her, “The dungeons aren’t exactly the homeliest of places…” Ribs ached vaguely as a reminder of how far Morgana almost went.

“Here…” he passed her the cup for her to take.

Settling himself in a chair, Lucan toyed with his wine for a while, the dark crimson reminding him of their ordeal. Everything seemed to be a reminder now, but he was working on expelling everything from his mind that was conjured up. If he could do that, he could do anything. He hadn’t seen Camila since the events that had happened. He knew she was alive and had written to her father about an important matter that had played on his mind, ever since he’d been down in that darn dungeon. Cam could have been used as bait for him, Morgana had known just how much she meant to him, and now he planned to make Camila herself see that.

Tagged: Caitrin de Archer
Timeline: After S3 Finale
Setting: Allard’s Estate, late evening

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin had accepted Lucan’s invite after spending most of the time after being released from the dungeon in complete solitude. It hadn’t been good for her; most of the time had been spent in her room, or just around the estate in general. She had made an effort today, mostly to show Lucan that she was grateful but also for herself in a way. She was wearing a tightly laced green dress which cut low and complimented all the right areas. Her hair flowed around her shoulders and she took the seat that Lucan had offered to her. Caitrin smoothed down the silk of her dress and looked across at the knight as he spoke, “I never said I didn’t think highly of you.” She said softly. They might have had their differences, but being in the dungeons had changed a lot of that.

She took the goblet of wine and smiled her thanks. Was she fine? Could she lie and just say that she was fine? Caitrin had been able to lie to her Uncle, and others around her to say that she was fine, and recovering, but she wasn’t sure how far she believed that herself. Lucan would understand wouldn’t he? But perhaps it was a little premature in the conversation to be pouring her heart out to him after all he might not even want to hear it. He could just be being polite. “I’m a lot better now than I was when we last met.” That wasn’t a lie but neither was it the entire truth. “What about you?” Caitrin asked gently, raising her eyes to Lucan.

Being here reminded her of her time with Griff. She hadn’t seen him in months, and she knew that he had every reason to hate her, but she had hoped that he would have been able to see how much she did love him. Caitrin bit her lip, she never was that fortunate, and she felt like she was existing at the moment rather than living. Perhaps this was the evening to change that, because she really needed to be brought out of her cycle of self pity, “Can we call someone to make the fire please?” She asked hopefully “I’m a little cold.”

[lucan]

They sat and drank quietly, the events seemed to have shaken them both up – whereas before they would been at one another’s throats, making comments which would eventually lead to a war of words. The only war Lucan could consider acceptable in his mind. Yet the imprisonment had changed them both. It had made Lucan all the more stronger and determined, and Cait? Well…it had shut her up somewhat, but she was not speaking out and starting an argument at any given moment.

The fire was eventually lit after she said that she was a little cold, before Luc would’ve told her to stop fussing, but now things were different. He hoped that they could be friends, or at least try to be. “I’m…I’m me…” he said rather pathetically in answer to an earlier question about his wellbeing. “Part of me wishes that I was dead and then I remember who I have here…” Lucan didn’t do heart to hearts usually, but seeing as they had both been in this together he could be sure that Cait would understand.

He sat back in his chair a little more, “I want us to start over again…let us at least try to put our differences aside and be friends?” The ball was in her court now, it was best to let the lady decide these things. If she didn’t want anything more to do with him then so be it, but at least he could say that he tried.

[Caitrin de Archer]

In the aftermath of everything that had happened, Caitrin felt quite different. She wasn’t sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. She had always come out on top in a way, or she had always healed and everything had been fine. Right now though, the total opposite was happening. She had been imprisoned by a woman who was crazed enough to ruthlessly trying to bring magic back to Camelot. Caitrin was shook up in another way as well, she had been so naive, were people with magic really capable of all that? As a sorceress, she wasn’t sure what to think. She hadn’t ever thought that magic could be so cruel. Her magic wasn’t powerful enough to cause any of that, but it was worrying to think that she might be capable of something like that. Caitrin shuddered a little at the thought.

She smiled as the fire was lit again, and she rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to warm herself up. She hadn’t really been comfortable since before her episode in the dungeon. Caitrin had never thought that spending time down there would affect her so much. How wrong she had been. Caitrin looked up as Lucan as he began to speak, and bit her lip, shifting slightly in her seat. “You have so many people around you who love you Lucan.” He had no reason to dwell on such thoughts, she however felt completely different. She didn’t have Griff, or even a supportive family around her.

Caitrin was quite surprised that Lucan was offering such a truce, but she realised that she shouldn’t be in a way. After all, he had invited her here, and she had wondered about the motives behind it. In truth, she had just been glad of the gesture. Camelot had returned to normal, and yet she felt somewhat forgotten in amongst it all. “Yes, we’ll start over.” She gave a soft, genuine smile, trying to look like it wasn’t forced. “It’s the least we can do I suppose, given everything that has happened.” Caitrin drained her goblet and looked down into it, tucking some hair behind her ear, “Thank you for inviting me here Lucan, I really appreciate it.”