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Post by Sasha on Jan 14, 2011 17:54:32 GMT -5
Nothing much had been happening that day. It was just a regular day in Camelot, which did not disappoint her at all. It was days like that that would begin peaceful and end peaceful. Exactly what she'd been searching for. She had spent some time talking with the Prince, whom she was rather growing close to... though she wouldn't admit it to even herself. Not that she didn't want to! It was just... a little too soon, right?
She was waking down the Grand Hall, getting slightly bored. The only close friend she had made so far was busy with royal duties at this time of day, and... well, she could of course start painting with her ink brush. Her drawings were somehow unique, because she never added colour. Just black lines. And she always drew animals, mostly wolves. She didn't think she was that good and had never shown anyone, but it was still something fun.
So there. The Lady Sasha would make an attempt at artwork. Now intending to go to her chambers, she hoped she had the patience to finish the quick ink painting.
Tag: Uther Pendragon
Location: The Halls
Time of Day: Noon
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Post by Sasha on Jan 14, 2011 16:21:01 GMT -5
Sasha slowed her horse to a stop just as he did. Arthur tied his horse's reins to a nearby tree, and went over to her side reaching out his hands to help her down from the horse. She took Arthur's hands and dismounted her horse. "Thank you," she said under her breath appreciatively. She knew she didn't have to thank him for little things like that, but it was still nice of him. Sasha realized that where they had stopped was quite a beautiful place. She honestly did not think she had passed it while coming to Camelot, and so new sights were very interesting to her. Sasha had probably been here at least once in the past, but still. . . there was no familiarity.
Sasha slowly walked beside Arthur, which would also be known as a stroll. The grass looked very soft, and lush green. There was a light warm morning breeze on the air, which gave Sasha a sense of content. She could hear the trees ever so slight swaying in this light breeze. After a few moments, Sasha found herself thinking about the nice things from her childhood. About the feast when Arthur asked her to dance with him, to... well, most of everything else was faded but she knew they were not bad memories. That area of her life was so blurred that she could only remember little of it. For instance, times she had played with her father. And also with Arthur. And strange thing was, Sasha did not feel sadness when thinking about it. In fact, she only felt a light bliss. That was different; well, staying in Camelot must be helping her.
Suddenly returning to the present she realized that she had been very quiet. That often happened when she was surrounded by forest, it was just so peaceful that Sasha felt at peace herself. It was her safe place, and technically always had been. But now? Sasha suddenly became shy, not knowing how to bring the conversation back up. She hoped Arthur would say something.
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Post by Sasha on Jan 10, 2011 18:14:40 GMT -5
Sasha Tiberius felt a stinging pain that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was similar to the pain she felt when the griffon had wounded her, but not nearly as intense. “I’m fine,” she replied to the Prince, quiet as a whisper but hopefully audible. Sasha was so grateful for him rescuing her... it was so noble, and it just proved once again that at least someone cared about her.
Wait... did her mother just hint to Arthur that she was a killer? She didn’t exactly think the Prince would take the word of someone he didn’t know over a close friend’s, but it was just the mention of it. The crimes Sasha truly had committed were in the air, and it all depended on what Arthur believed to be the truth that would decide where she ended up. If he did not believe Delilah, then their friendship would remain and because of the current experience possibly grow stronger over time. If he did believe her, then Uther would condemn her to execution for the murder of a Knight. Where Sasha knew she was destined to die, even if it wasn’t any time soon.
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Post by Sasha on Jan 10, 2011 5:27:09 GMT -5
"Indeed, it will be," she agreed with him. Sasha did find it interesting to just listen to people talk, but she especially did when it was stories of adventure. She looked forward to that sometime.
Lady Sasha gave a half-smile [mouth closed] when he spoke in a playfully cocky way, "It is in fact something that I would never forget... especially after being informed that you were dead."
(If I ever write this sort of failness again I will die... of shame lol jk But this is total FAIL, short, and late. Though it will definately help if we can do a time lapse to the forest, where they share a romantic moment. Is that alright with you?)
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Post by Sasha on Dec 29, 2010 22:10:17 GMT -5
Just as the knife slowly started to break her skin and sent a feeling of genuine horror through her heart, Sasha heard a familiar voice. She wasn't used to hearing him speak in a stern voice having not been in Camelot long enough. "Let her go," he spoke. Sasha gave a silent sigh of relief; it had never felt better to hear the Prince's voice. As long as he was here, nothing could happen to her.
She felt blood trickling down her neck from the small cut her mother had given her. As her mother let the knife drop from her throat, Sasha pressed her hand against her minor wound to stop the bleeding. If it was possible, there wouldn't be any more violence. If Delilah was smart enough to obey Prince Arthur's orders, then right now everything would be over for Sasha. And how she longed for that...
[Sorry it's short! :[ I'll get a longer post with Delilah]
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Post by Sasha on Dec 24, 2010 2:38:08 GMT -5
Sasha looked up from the berries with widened eyes when her mother said that they were poisonous. "You can't be serious," she said with surprise, and a sudden feeling of anger starting to burn within her. "B-but... you are." Looking back down at the deathly bright red berries, she decided that for once she'd refuse her mother's request. Turning her burning glare back up to her mother, she stood up quickly and threw the berries roughly on the ground. It took a lot of gut for her to do this, because she knew Delilah wouldn't hesitate to seriously injure her. It was about time Sasha did this, though.
"I know why you're doing this. For what I did. But hasn't it ever crossed your mind that living with it everyday is enough of a punishmet?" She spat, furiously and speaking all of this very rapidly.
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Post by Sasha on Dec 21, 2010 0:32:10 GMT -5
I don't know if it helps, but you could get pictures off of YouTube like you did for Brynn. There might be a few fitting pictures Wish Cameron Diaz would take a role in medieval setting xD
Thanks for taking the time to do this request, Arthur! <3
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Post by Sasha on Dec 19, 2010 21:33:01 GMT -5
Why did the bad things always happen when she was just beginning to enjoy life? Everything had been fine, despite being in her mother's presence. Her friendship with the Prince was growing finely, and she was learning everything she needed to know about Camelot. And then this happened. Her mother had abducted her, as amusing as that would sound to strangers. Not only that, she was also forced to stay in a cave... in the Forest of Balor. Thankfully only at the mouth of the cavern, but it still wasn't safe! Didn't she know that she could be killed too if one of those creatures appeared?
Lady Delilah had threatened her that if Sasha tried to sneak out she would regret it, and the worst thing about that was... she knew her mother would truly do such a thing. But why had she taken her here? As if she couldn't guess, but... was Delilah really such a fool as to bring harm to a noblewoman and go against the King? However, that was the least of her worries.
Sasha sat up against the cave wall, not knowing what she was waiting for. "Hello, my sweet daughter," Delilah said with a soft maternal voice as she emerged into the light of the entrance. This sent a chill down Sasha's spine, because she knew -- she could feel it -- that there was something in her mother's voice. Something was going to happen. Delilah sat down in front of Sasha, and then took her daughter's hand. There, she put something small... but it felt so cold. When Delilah took her hand away, it was revealed five small bright red berries. What? They looked aluring to the eye.
"You see those yew berries?" Delilah growled, losing her original motherly voice. Her voice was very dark, and angry. "You are going to eat them. Or I'll make you."
Yew berries? So familiar.... oh! she thought with fear. No... that couldn't be! Her mother couldn't be doing this! She just couldn't! If more than 3 yew berries were eaten, it could prove very fatal! Yew berries were very poisonous! Why would her mother do this?
But it was happening, and no one was there to stop it.
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Post by Sasha on Dec 19, 2010 19:30:53 GMT -5
OMG! I can't even put to words how great they are! They're just pure A.W.E.S.O.M.E.! I don't which ones to use first
Thank you so much, Arthur!! <3
And btw, the one with the lyrics "How many times can I break until I shatter" is great! =D Because I had heard that song and thought of Sasha lol
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Post by Sasha on Dec 19, 2010 0:23:19 GMT -5
This conversation was a lie. What she said about not being able to save her father was a lie. That she hadn't known he had been in such danger was a deep lie. She had known, for she alone was responsible for his passing. That was also one of the reasons her mother hated her so much. She never knew why she had done it, and her mother wouldn't even speak to her for the longest time. She had never questioned it though, even in thought. It would be better to just change the subject around a bit. "Do you possibly remember what happened after my father died?" She asked, not exactly knowing how to word it correctly. "I mean, did Uthe--... the King... ever say anything about him?" She was so preoccupied with the "other" thoughts of her father that she couldn't explain this well. Hopefully, Arthur would understand where she was coming from. She was referring to his... funeral... though. The thought of the word sent a chill down her spine. The main thought that was in her was.... 'This is truly all my doing?'
"Did they ever find his murderer?" Sasha inquired, sounding hopeful. A question she needed to ask, even though she was afraid of the answer. If King Uther's knights had found the "murderer", then that man or woman had died unnecesarily. And then that would be her fault, also. But she needed to know.
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Post by Sasha on Dec 14, 2010 9:32:14 GMT -5
Awesome!
I should have said this early on, but you can use any words from these songs:
What I've Done - Linkin Park Until the End - Breaking Benjamin My December - Linkin Park Faint - Linkin Park
Seems like LP really fits her xD Also, I hope this isn't much trouble for you?
Thanks! <3
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Post by Sasha on Dec 12, 2010 9:04:39 GMT -5
"You're right, I did," she said smiling, but it appeared slightly more like a half grin. "It was fun. Dangerous. But fun. I'm sure you know the thrilling feeling, especially being a man." Sasha loved the feeling she got after completing something, for example her seven month journey. Something she had inherited from her father was a welcome spot for winning. Pride wasn't everything, she knew that... but it felt great. "I'll be sure to tell you of them sometime."
Sasha gave a faint smile when he spoke of when he had asked her to dance with him. That struck in some way that she didn't recognize, but whatever it was it wasn't bad. She had a very dim recallition of that feast, but she knew enough to know it had happened. It surprised her, because she had been so young at that time. Younger than seven, that was for sure; her father had still been alive. "I remember that," she began with a very slight nod. "Good memories. I miss them." She missed them so much, but at the same time didn't feel as sad as someone would imagine. "I'm surprised that memory stayed with me, I was so young. Much of my memory from then has faded," she said to him, even wearing a genuine smile. She knew that her memory fade had been caused by her father's death, and she was sure Arthur would assume the same.
[ I just wrote a very crappy post! O.O I had writer's block, it's late, and I spent 5 hours on and off writing it... wow xD And I'm ver sorry it's late! Stupid writer's block! That was a very good idea you came up with =D ]
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Post by Sasha on Dec 2, 2010 9:57:43 GMT -5
Sasha swallowed, trying again to calm her nerves. Every time she did this, her feelings seemed to disappear... which was a good thing, obviously. Arthur's presence next to her seemed to be causing that to happen so easily, most likely because he was truly the only person she could trust. Such a shame she couldn't trust her own mother... daughters always needed that comfort and unique friendship between a mother and daughter, but Sasha had never known what that had felt like.
Even though Arthur must never know of her crime, or anyone for that matter, she wished he fully understood what had happened. That could never happen. However, Arthur could not have been more right. "I know, but... If I had known... I... I could have warned someone. He was a Knight, after all. I expect he'd be able to defend himself, but..." Sasha said, half to herself and not making eye contact with Arthur. "Even if he had still died, I'd at least know I tried my best." She would give anything -- and truly anything -- to go back and change the past and try to save her father's life, but that was... impossible. If she had only not been where she had been that cold December night, her life would not be as it was today. Oh, fate. What a cruel part of life.
Sasha just gave a slow nod, but added a very faint smile to tell him she understood and was very much grateful for his presence. "I... really must ask you," she started slowly, and shivered very slightly as if she were cold. "My father was a skilled warrior... I... I could never imagine him losing against any opponent. It's so unexplainable how this happened! One ambush in the middle of the night and... you know..." As to be expected, she couldn't help but become emotional in tone when talking baout this. Her eyes watered again, but no tears came. "So... h-how do you think that could have happened? I know that there are limits to strengths, but..."
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Post by Sasha on Nov 29, 2010 8:09:57 GMT -5
Oh, how she hated this. Sasha hated to cry, as it was the ultimate mark of weakness and now she was sure Arthur wouldn't think of her the brave and courageous type as he had just yesterday. What a shame, right? She had never seen her father cry, even though she knew from how he expressed his feelings often that he did it in private... but how could Sasha feel comfortable enough to cry in front of anyone, never mind the fact that it was in front of the Prince? And yet, she just couldn't control her emotions from spilling out. It was like stopping a severe bleeding wound, it would eventually stop. But meanwhile it was just spilling out constantly, and there was nothing she could do about it. And it even hurt like a bad wound, only emotionally. Which was worse in her opinion; much worse.
However, while she was loosing what was left of her pride and dignity, Sasha was thankful for the Prince's comfort and remarkably soothing words. He could imagine how she felt about her father's passing he said; she knew why he could. Sasha knew enough about the royal family to know that his mother had unfortunately and sadly died in childbirth, so she knew that they both shared the same horrible pain every day of their lives. She had always sympathized him for his early loss, even when she didn't quite fully understand how great a loss it was for everyone. And that led to the fact that she sympathized the King also; that was the only reason she understood his cruel actions... so really, the people who called him emotionless had never experienced that sort of loss. Sasha had, but the one who commited it was her. If it had been someone else who had killed her father, she would have hunted him or her down forever... and anyone like the traitor. She tried to stop thinking about it...
"Know what?" Arthur inquired in the same soothingly voice. She realized what she had said and had been referring to what she had done. Well, couldn't say what she had nearly said, but she would mean it all the same. "That he's just gone," she furrowed her eye brows and closed her eyes with deep grief. "I-I feel like it's my fault somehow! If I had been there... perhaps I could have prevented his death, at least..."
"...thank you... A-Arthur..." Sasha swallowed her grief, and focused on how very grateful she was that he was here to help and comfort her. Delilah would usually do no such thing. "You don't... have to do this for me, you know. But I am grateful for your comfort," she said, starting to smile toward the end. "Truly, I... am." She felt a few tears run down her face, because her thoughts flashed back to her father.
Curse myself! She thought furiously. Why?! Why?
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Post by Sasha on Nov 27, 2010 4:58:15 GMT -5
"I'm glad I don't have to look any further," she smiled at him, and then added as it slightly faded. "I should have realized sooner that I never had to look further than Camelot, but instead I never stopped hoping for it somewhere else... even outside of Albion, on my mother's travels. So thank you."
Sasha smiled very lightly as the Prince told her he didn't want to put any pressure on her if she didn't want to tell him to the story. "I think I can trust you," she began, strangely happy. "Besides, I need to get it out of my system." Then, she made sure he wasn't going to say anything more and started the story...
"My mother and I were living on the edge of Albion about seven months ago, and one night I woke up and went outside. My mother was still asleep, and was right before dawn. It's been so long it seems, that I forget exactly how it happened. But the thought of running away had been nagging me for years before that, but I never found the right time. It all seemed perfect then; it was dawn so I wouldn't loose my way until nightfall, my mother was asleep and wouldn't know I left, and I felt very strong that morning. I did in fact go back inside and take food and water," she explained, and then added with the utmost amusement, "I'm not that dumb, to just walk into the dawn with nothing. But that only lasted me a couple of days. On my seven months of travel, it only got harder and harder as I went along. Soon, I became so worn that I didn't even know which way Camelot was supposed to be and I had become too weak to even read the sun for direction so I just had to rely on the directions and escorts people gave me. It's almost hard for me to believe that only three days ago I was starving and weak and now I'm finally at my journey's end. And even though I was so weak, I knew I wanted to complete my journey on my own so I requested my latest escort only take me to the gates, as I've stated last night. Just a dignity thing... heheh."
Sasha in a way personalized the telling of her story at the end. A dignity thing, for a woman. She had her dignity to, as did men! If she lost it, she'd have a man's same reaction. And being escort to her final destination was kind of... condescending to it even if it would help her. "May I ask a question, Arthur?" She inquired, waiting for his answer. "Do you remember anything we did in our childhood? I can't seem to remember clearly."
[ Thank you, Arthur! =D Yours are epic too! <3 I made this one extra long though, because my reply is late ]
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Post by Sasha on Nov 26, 2010 23:48:13 GMT -5
Lady Sasha smiled slightly when he gently kissed the top of her head, and strangely made her feel comfortable enough to close both of her eyes. A few moments later, Arthur pulled away slightly and as before left his arms around her.
"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for."
That relieved her. She had thought that the Prince would be angry at her for "making" him comfort her. It was just... a relief. Another thing she didn't have to think about. He gently pulled her against him so she could rest her head under his chin again, he added, "You never need to say sorry for anything."
She let out a long sigh, as if completely exhausted from her episode. "I... I miss him," she whispered in a tired and calm, yet emotional voice, she felt a last tear run down her face. "It's so hard to live every... day knowing... it."
She worded her speech slightly strangely, but it was the best she could do at the moment until later. Memories of her father flooded through her, and then broke out into tears again. She clutched Arthur tightly again, seeking more comfort.
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Post by Sasha on Nov 26, 2010 22:47:48 GMT -5
Thankfully now it was slowly wearing off, and her normal fury was setting in. She just wanted this to stop, and now! Not later, or even a minute from then. Gritting her teeth in anger, she tried to push away her fear and vulnerability. She made a slight whine doing so, but her tears started to subside.
Sasha felt the Prince slightly pull away from her and wipe her tears away. Making eye contact with him seemed to help very much, because she was able gain control of her emotions and become lost in his sympathetic glare. She took in another deep breath and then tried to bring her breathing down to a normal rate. She scanned quickly around the to make sure nothing was different, and then back to Arthur. Receiving one last shiver, she slowly and exhaustedly rested her head under Arthur's chin. She didn't dare close her eyes though, because she was afraid her visions of her father's death would start again... however, she closed one eye and kept the other open. She didn't feel ready to speak, she knew she could do that later. All she wanted now was a little comfort. She felt so safe now, as if the "darkness" had left the room and Arthur was here to help her recover from her experience.
She needed to get a few words out though, she needed to. "I-I... I'm sorry... Arthur. I'm... sorry." She could barely even say, for she was so shaken from what had just happened.
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Post by Sasha on Nov 26, 2010 21:00:10 GMT -5
Sasha started to cry very silently when he placed his hand gently on the back of her head, as if taking slight comfort. Arthur took of his coat and draped it over her shoulders. Feeling him wrap his arms fully around her, she embraced tighter, her shivering stopping only a little bit. She had never been more happy that he was there for her than right then. "It's ok," the Prince said soothingly. The Lady Sasha took in a deep breath to try and caalm herself, while his voice was soothing her greatly. "Everything's ok." If she were in her right mind she would believe this whole thing to be pathetic and undignified, but Sasha found herself careless about it. All she was that she was undergoing so much mentally right now, and that her closest friend -- perhaps more -- was trying his best to comfort her.
A memory then struck her like lightning and her eyes were widened. When Sasha was told she was a murderer as a child. "Sasha, why did you do this? Please!" Her mother had been on the floor, sobbing. "Your father is dead! Why? Why did you kill him?" It was exactly like she was there, and she had just come back to the present as she was being held tightly by Arthur. Trying to break free from the continuing emotional tear in her chest, she hid her eyes against the Prince's neck.
"Please... stop!" She growled, but directed it at what was taunting her. So she held onto Arthur even closer than before... she couldn't take this anymore. Sasha had gone through this many times before, but it had never been so severe!
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Post by Sasha on Nov 26, 2010 16:16:25 GMT -5
Sasha hadn't even noticed the Prince had entered the room, for she was so terrified and shaken from what she was seeing. She closed her eyes tightly, trying the rid herself of the horrible visions, but all she saw were pictures of the past and violence. She felt a hand gently touch her shoulder, and Sasha opened her eyes quickly and turned her head to whatever was next to her. Her eyes blazed with intense fear until she realized who it was.
"Sasha?" He asked in a soft, yet highly concerned voice. She ignored him for a moment just to look back to the foot of her bed, where it looked as if nothing had happened. She shook her head back and forth slightly, beginning to literally shiver with fear. Her eyes were starting to water, and ever so slightly coming back to reality did not want Arthur to see her cry, so she put both of her hands on her eyes.
That did not work, she couldn't hold it in. Sasha had put her trust in the Prince, and she hoped he could stay true to that and never mention her crying to anyone. "Arthur...!" She whispered as she grabbed onto his shoulder, seeking comfort. Sasha felt tears begin to stream down her face before she properly reached him. Sasha laid her head on his shoulder, starting to shake from the fear she had undergone. Her heart was hurting from it, and the tears just spilled out with no control. "Arthur..." That seemed to be the only thing she could say.
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Post by Sasha on Nov 25, 2010 21:40:28 GMT -5
Sasha felt herself in a blank area. Nothing was there except the colour white, no outline and no noise. Not even a floor, so it felt strange. It was a dream, so she wasn't as scared as she normally would have been. There was just some sort of creepiness here, as if whatever invisible thing that was there wanted her out. She didn't know how, but a familiar man ended standing right in front of her. She stood eye to eye with him, and without a mistake recognized the eyes. They were a dark grayish-green, nothing compared to her grass green eyes, but she knew who it was.
"Father!" She exclaimed with astonishment and overwhelming joy. He gave her a blank stare. "I've missed you!" Sasha went on joyfully. Everything faded then and a whole new picture came into view. She was beside a river, fear and emotional pain overtaking her completely. It was night time. Her father's lifeless body lay before her, and she fell to her hands and knees crying. She then looked at her hands, which was drenched in her father's blood.
Sasha then instantly shot up into a sitting position, her breathing quickening to a very fast rate. She put both her hands on her head and dug her nails into her hair. She knew she was awake and was perfectly fine with it. If she could stay awake forever, that would be very convenient... but she couldn't, and she had to face these disturbing images of her horrible crimes every now and then. Only this time it had been Hell to go through.
When she looked up, Sasha could not believe her eyes. She felt as if she could start subbing in fear, and blinked tightly... but no. What she saw was there. Her father standing at the foot of her bed with the most furious look on his face she had ever caught him with, and right beside him was her distraught mother. "Why did you have to do it?" Tears streamed down her mother's face. "You've killed your own father!"
"No... n-no," her voice started to raise from a whisper to normal. No! No! Her father looked away disgusted and took his wife's hand. Soon they both ended up looking away from her. "No!" She screamed. "Please! No!"
Setting: Sasha's Chamber
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: Second morning after The Beginning of the End
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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