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Post by lucan on Jul 1, 2011 6:42:15 GMT -5
“Well I try to be me at all times.”
Lucan smiled and nodded at this. “In a job like yours with a dragon lady screaming, you need to keep your chin up and never lose yourself – even when you think you might just”. He told her, “and as for me? Well what you see is what you get – which I can’t quite be sure is good or not” the trademark grin spread across his lips.
“I’d be honoured!”
Honoured? Now that astonished him a little. “You’d rather be employed in a manor house rather than a castle serving a King? Well…aren’t you just full of surprises” he chuckled “I’d keep things in check.” Hmmm well that sounded good. Lucan looked around and then back at Idris. “I’ll make sure that if that time ever does come – I’ll keep that in mind”
Now that they’d gone their separate ways Lucan found it strange to be able to hold a conversation with a servant – one that had been interesting to say the least. He returned to his room and changed. People would think him such an alcoholic if they could smell the wine stained garments right now, but that hadn’t been Idris’ fault (even if Yvain had stated it was) – it was purely an accident.
Lucan headed outside for a while, not wanting to return to the hall to find his friend plotting to get revenge on the servant girl. It was obvious that Yvain would voice his opinions strongly should she ever bump into him again (lord forbid). At least the evening was warm – so had been the days. Lucan found himself a quiet corner outside just to reflect upon everything.
Why had he even told Idris about his family? He hardly knew her. Thoughts then turned to his family themselves. He imagined Elaine would be sewing away whilst his father worked on various letters of importance. And Griff? Well…Griff was a different story. Hopefully he was keeping everything in order during their father’s absences. Perhaps he’d even married? No – he would’ve been informed. Then Lucan remembered that this was his family – and that he wouldn’t be surprised if he returned home to find his father had died months ago. Hopefully he hadn’t.
When the time was right he was sure that he’d go home again – but with a loyalty as big as his. He wasn’t about to leave Camelot for a little family reunion. No – he’d sit right here and watch the stars (and hide from Yvain for the rest of the evening.)
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Post by lucan on Jun 28, 2011 13:53:58 GMT -5
"I think you will have many bruises, perhaps a broken bone or two--"
Ok that sounded good. Right now it didn’t feel it – it felt like he had more than two broken bones. His whole body felt like it was in pieces!
She seemed to be a servant that stuck by the rules so it seemed. At least one of them did "That would be a bit too improper, my lord, for a servant and a knight."
“Of course” Lucan said, the only images that he could see right now was the ceiling. “How stupid of me”. Living by the rules sucked just as much as being reminded of them. Yes, it wasn’t common for servants to address nobility by their first names, but if Lucan had his way, then he’d much prefer to be known as that instead of people having to shove ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’ at the beginning or end.
She seemed pretty sure that he wasn’t going to die. Had she even checked him over properly? Oh well – he was living for now, so at least if he did happen to take a trip to heaven then he’d know what had caused him too.
"You appear to have a bump on the head--" a rather large one "--and your chest seemed to be bruised, as if something fell on it." Guinevère was now explaining. Something fell on him? Well that didn’t surprise him in the least. He remembered seeing and hearing something crumble from above him.
“I was helping the people to safety” he said, trying to remember what had crushed him, “I…I heard something and looked up…then I woke up here?”
At that point a large pain shot through his chest. He clutched at it and groaned, trying to breathe through it all to control the pain. He could feel his heart beating faster as well as his breathing increasing. This was intense. Whatever had hit him had done a pretty good job of breaking his body to bits.
“Still think I’m not dying?” he panted and kept his hand clutched to his chest.
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Post by lucan on Jun 28, 2011 13:37:09 GMT -5
Well, this was all very cosy but quite frankly it didn’t surprise Lucan in the slightest that their father had given Griflet an ultimatum. Just by seeing how he was in the last 5 minutes that they’d just met, gave the young knight a lot to go on.
Could he really afford to look after his brother who seemed to have no life plan and bedded anything with a pulse? Probably not. There was always the choice of writing to his father to straighten out the situation. With Lucan being in a job that diced with death and Griflet who had no desire to marry, yet had the brains of being a duke if he put his mind to it, then surely their father would turn his back on his youngest son so easily.
“Not the family man eh? Well…join Club Aubert” Lucan referred to himself not exactly being as close with their family as he’d like to be.
"I Never said I would marry her and it’s not as if I seduced her, she’s as much to blame as I am. More so, in fact, it was a very revealing dress.”
Lucan groaned as his brother decided he would emphasise the situation more. “Thanks for that information” he took another swig of his drink, “and as for Lady Sybil – I guess I always found her a little…wayward in character” he then looked at Griff, “Not that I agree with you for going along with it, but you could’ve at least controlled yourself”. Even as a child Griff could never control himself if Luc remembered rightly.
Lucan sat back and looked at his brother. To be honest, he was disappointed – more so with how he seemed to just think he could have it easy. Their lives were anything but that. “Griff…” he drummed his fingers on the tabletop and looked at his brother from under his hair, “One day you may not have a choice as to whether you inherit or not – perhaps you should at least consider the possibility that one day you may have to marry or at least take over the estate if im not around as well as our father. Now that would be a blessing for you, as you could do what you like then”
“What am I supposed to do? I don’t have anything; it was a rather hasty escape. I can’t go back, then I would have to get married. Unless you know of any noblewomen who wouldn’t mind a complete cad for a husband. Preferably young and gorgeous, but then if I’m being a cad then I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
Lucan propped his elbow up on the table and rested his forehead in his palm. What was he to do? His little brother was in need of his help, and yet Lucan could find no way of doing so - other than the options he'd already given him. Uther would never allow him in the castle, and quite frankly the younger Aubert would destroy everything in his path. “Get a job? Earn your keep?” he suggested, not even bothering to look up – his head was throbbing away. “As I said, I can give you money – but I can do no more than that. Im sorry, but that’s the way it will have to be.”
It was either that, or Griff would have no choice but to return home. Lucan decided that it would be best to write to their father. Perhaps he could be swayed.
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Post by lucan on Jun 28, 2011 13:16:52 GMT -5
"Just relax. You're doing a fantastic job so far. It'd really be a shame if you fainted."
He couldn’t help but smile at this. She was being too nice to him when obviously he was making a complete idiot of himself. “For me perhaps – but for you? Well I’d say it would be a blessing in disguise” he winked.
Lucan listened to her fools and idiots comment with intent. She’d clearly chosen the wrong man to sit with then – especially as she was now saying that he was handsome?! Him? Ok he wasn’t anything special but to hear that from a girl and now pass out was incredible. All he had to do was keep breathing and to remember to speak once in a while!
“Well you would be the first to say that then” he commented, given the fact that no other girl had managed to speak past a sentence before he’d flee from them.
"Can I ask you the same question? Why me? If you've run away from every girl who approaches you, why are you still here talking to me?"
Lucan smiled knowingly at this. Since he’d first laid eyes on her he’d known this next statement that he was about to say, from the start. He looked to Camilla, not feeling as shy as normal and then stared ahead. He wasn’t about to take her hand and declare his love for her or anything. That wasn’t even the Lucan way. His way with women usually involved a sprint out the door and a bump to the head from passing out. He truly knew that he had no idea what love was. How would he know? Was this how it felt?
He decided to just stop thinking and answer her question.
“Perhaps you’ve got something that other girls don’t have”
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Post by lucan on Jun 16, 2011 13:02:15 GMT -5
Voluntary Exile? That really didn’t sound their father at all – then again he’d attempted to get Lucan down the aisle before he’d left. Of course the elder brother politely declined. He couldn’t talk to a woman let alone marry one. That was hell gift wrapped with a nice big bow.
Lucan couldn’t help but snort. “Not the marrying type then?” he asked. He didn’t know what his brother’s interests were apart from the ones that he’d found out in the last ten minutes. Women and Ale. “I remember he tried to pull that stunt on me too – I don’t blame you for leaving”. He didn’t. Lucan was doing what he wanted with his life so Griff could do what he liked with his. “Although I have a feeling that I’ll be receiving a letter sooner than I thought I would” he gave his younger sibling a knowing look. “You must have really pushed him over the edge for him to actually give you a choice that involved getting out”.
“I don’t have anywhere to stay...or any money...”
He knew it. He knew that Griff would have come out with that sooner or later. He couldn’t stay with him at the castle – that was beyond impossible and he wouldn’t get past the gate. However Lucan could help him out with the money issues. Now his brother was giving him the thumbs up in a cheeky manner that Lucan only knew too well. It was a family trait. To turn something utterly awkward or depressing into a humorous subject. It seemed Griff had inherited his sense of humour.
“I can give you money, but accommodation? Well – I guess you’re stuck with this place” he gestured around him. “I can cover you for a month or two, but you need to make a few choices Griff. If you’ve chosen to turn your back on your nobility and the family, then you need to know what you’re going to do with your life – after all, im not going to be around to support you forever”.
That was true. He was prone to the risk of dying far easily with his job than any other. If he’d made his will out right now then he’d leave all that he had to Griff. Not just because he was blood, but he was the only blood who would benefit from it’s uses.
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Post by lucan on Jun 16, 2011 11:40:59 GMT -5
“I didn’t come here to argue with you.”
“Then why did you come here?” Lucan asked. That was what he was more curious to know. If Griff wanted a fight then he’d gladly take him on, but he still couldn’t understand why his brother had chosen to seek him out after all these years.
As he went to move away he felt his brothers hand grab his arm. Luc looked down at it and then at Griff, who looked like he was desperate to make things right between them. “Yes, and now im leaving” Lucan told him. Arguments or not, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared to sit and listen to his brother drag on about family life and issues. Lucan had enough of those as it was without having any more loaded on him.
“Please Luc. Have a drink with me, another drink with me. A friendly one.”
Great. Now he was making some kind of puppy dog in pain face. With a small sigh the young knight nodded. “One drink” he held up his finger to signify how many, “and that’s all”.
He took the chair opposite Griflet again and nodded to the barmaid to bring two more drinks. “Yes…” Lucan reluctantly agreed, “We are”.
He sat back and folded his arms again. “So…does father know about your little road trip? Or did you make a more hasty exit from family life like I did?”
Lucan remembered that he couldn’t wait to escape the suffocation that was his life with Elaine and their father. He’d made sure he said a quick goodbye before leaving. Of course Elaine had said nothing and just stood there, whereas his father had wished him luck. Griff? Well…Lucan couldn’t recall even saying goodbye to him. That was just how close they were.
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Post by lucan on Jun 15, 2011 15:14:27 GMT -5
“Oh that is charming. I’m a terrible person for not writing, but you’ve got far more important things to do. I forgot how high and mighty you always were.”
“Oh stop acting like such a child!” he snapped, Now this was the Grif he knew. The little boy who’d always whine about something or other. “You know perfectly well that Elaine and father would choose you over me any day. Why? Because you have far more potential than I do Griff! I mean look at me! Im sat here hardly looking like that material that he’s wanted while you sit there and look the part!”
He was getting annoyed now. “What reasons could you possibly have?”. Reasons –well he had 101 of them, maybe even more.
“Do you know what? Do you really want to know why I haven’t written – why I haven’t gone back to see father? Because I can’t Griff – I can’t bear to have him look at me and think about what a waste I am! I have a duty to Camelot, to my King! My place is here protecting him, and if you can’t see that then im sorry to give you a shock if you were expecting me to roll out the welcome flag”.
He slammed down the empty cup that he’d just downed. “Im a Knight of Camelot – that was who father wanted me to be. Not a duke – but a Knight who would give his life and die knowing that he was leaving the world with his honour.”
There was silence, “Now try asking me again what reasons I could have”
Then it was onto the subject of disownment.
“And you put that so diligently too” Lucan made a face. Yes, he knew Lady Sybil – she’d sometimes visit with her family when they were younger. “And as a matter of fact I remember her perfectly, thank you very much.”
What the hell were they doing? Biting off more than they could chew at each other’s conscience?
Lucan stood up. Well and truly ready to leave. He wasn’t about to launch into a full-blown argument with his estranged brother. “Well this has all been very nice, but perhaps it would be better if we just left the conversation as it is now and move on with our lives”
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Post by lucan on Jun 15, 2011 14:15:07 GMT -5
If you wanted to see me you would have swung by a little earlier – rather than wait eight years!” Lucan retorted.
“And anyway, you never wrote to me.” Wrote? Never wrote?! He had some cheek! If Griff knew half of what his life was then he’d accept that Lucan had no time to devote himself in painting a definition of a happy family portrait.
“Ive had far more important things to do” Lucan glared, If Griff was going to be a ten year old again then Lucan was more than happy to argue. “Father isn’t bothered, and neither is Elaine –I know that for a fact. They have you – they have their heir to Glouchedon, just like it has always been planned.” He told him sternly, “You may think that ive cut all ties Griff, but I have my reasons”.
Did he want that drink? Did he? No he didn’t – what he wanted to do was pour it away. He shoved it towards Griff, still staring hard at him until his brother gave in and finally admitted that he’d almost been disowned.
Lucan sat back and looked at his brother a little more. “You? Disowned?” he snorted, “what happened to the ten year old who was dedicated to becoming the next Duke if I happened to end up six feet under before you or father?”
Well – it appeared that he was no longer there. Staring back at him was a young man in blood but not so much in bond. Was this a cry for help? Had Griff come to him in the hope that Lucan could do something about it?
Lucan sighed and gestured to the barmaid for another few drinks. “What did you do?” he folded his arms; “it must’ve been bad for father to almost disown you”. Corneous had always been one for honour and glory. He lived by the rules and graces of a Duke and noble life as expected. He'd brought Lucan up that way - so why was it that Griff had seemed to turn out the complete opposite?
The barmaid brought them the drinks and Lucan pushed two towards his brother and one towards himself.
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Post by lucan on Jun 15, 2011 13:27:42 GMT -5
Lucan didn’t flinch as Griff clapped him on the shoulder – looking more than elated to see him. It was a shame that the same couldn’t be said for him. He still found himself staring blankly at his brother, if not rather coldly.
"Only if you buy me another drink. I'm a little short these days."
Lucan looked him up and down; A little short? Griff was dressed to be robbed and yet somehow had come to Camelot with obviously the same clothes on his back that he left Glouchedon in. “You certainly don’t seem it to me, besides I think you’ve had enough for one day”
Suddenly he found Griff pulling him tightly into a total man hug. Ok…clearly something was up – literally all those years and nothing, then suddenly his brother wanted a family reunion in a tavern of all places” Lucan pulled Griff off and firmly held his shoulders to look at him.
This? This was the Duke that his father had been training him to become? Yet he was slumming it in taverns and claiming to be short of money. What the hell?!
"Come, come."
Ok, it looked like he wouldn’t be getting the early night that he wanted anytime soon. Lucan sat down as Griff took a seat opposite, managing to secure a few drinks. Being the dependant older brother that he was, he handed the barmaid some money and then turned back to his brother. “Why are you here Griff?” he sighed. “You haven’t given me so much as a letter in all these years and then you turn up here…how did you find me? Did father tell you? it wouldn’t surprise me”. Lucan didn’t put anything past Corneous. Either Griff had been sent to track him down (but he didn’t really believe that) or his younger brother had decided to go on some crazy road trip.
"Well...this is a surprise."
“…Yes…” Lucan could hardly agree. A surprise?! This was a nightmare in all honesty! “Isn’t it just” he sounded a little bitter but he didn’t care. Griff couldn’t just turn up and expect everything between the to be all dandy and fine. Now his brother was babbling on and obviously had consumed more than enough ale to drink the whole of Camelot dry.
Lucan leant across the table and looked into his brother’s eyes coldly. “Why are you here?” he asked again slowly.
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Post by lucan on Jun 14, 2011 14:39:16 GMT -5
“It was fun” he smirked, “Gives me a new opportunity to mix with new people other than the ones I already know” he referred to the other Knights. “You are the most interesting character that I’ve met so far, in a good way if you don’t mind me saying”.
Idris was a real ball breaker in his opinion – he’d witnessed this first hand and admired her spirit. For a servant, it was hard to find any character in them at all – well from the ones he’d met anyway. Most of the girls would ogle at the knights whilst they worked or would look exceptionally dull whilst doing a days work. However Idris seemed to take this all in her stride.
“Should I miraculously inherit my father’s estate, I’d be glad of taking on a servant such as yourself” he nodded, and then realised that the statement he’d just made, must’ve sounded incredibly dodgy. “For servanty things obviously” he added.
She was half curtseying now as she laughed. He smirked and shook his head, “Really – enough with the decorum around me, it’s bad enough that im referred to as ‘my lord’ let alone being curtsied to” he told her. Yes, it was common curtsey to bow down to a knight or someone of higher authority, but Lucan considered Idris a friend, not someone who should have to be all prim and proper in front of him. Alas though, ranks were ranks and there would always be a divide, and of course - being a Knight, he would have to play by the rules.
He backed away and turned, heading down the hallway, “I’ll see you later!” he called.
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Post by lucan on Jun 14, 2011 14:31:16 GMT -5
Yvain had told him to go on without him, so that was the plan. Lucan wasn’t about to hang around waiting for his friend to stumble back with him.
“I’ll see you in the morning” Luc smirked and got up.
Yvain (whose head was currently connected with the table top) looked up, “Go easy on me in training yeah?”
Luc could only chuckle at this. “And what would you do if a war broke out whilst you were drunk or had a headache from just that? You’d have to fight your way through it – so no, I won’t”
With that he turned and went to head out, only for someone to walk straight into him. Why was it that everyone felt the need to either throw things over him or walk into him? Did they have some kind of Lucan radar that instantly told them to get in his way?
The man who had stumbled into him was of nobility so it seemed – well judging by the clothes that he was wearing; he was asking to be robbed. Once upon a time, Lucan would have worn clothes such as this – had he not have become a Knight of Camelot. His clothes did scream nobility but not as much as these.
Lucan’s eyes met with those of the young nobleman, who couldn’t appear to be any older than 18. His hair dark and messy, and generally not having a clue as to where he was walking. Lucan gave a small smirk to him. What a place to literally run into one another when so many years had passed between them. Why was he here? Why was he drunk!
Lucan finally knew that he’d have to break the silence between the pair. Did he even know who he was? Well…Luc would soon have an answer to that question.
“You know, if you tell father about me hanging around in taverns when im supposed to appear and be every inch of an honourable knight, then I swear I’ll run you through”
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Post by lucan on Jun 14, 2011 13:33:13 GMT -5
She didn’t believe him eh? He shot a small grin at the ground. Either she was flattering him or she generally didn’t believe that no one had taken the slightest bit of interest. Of course it was the latter…well – sort of.
“Me, women and conversation don’t exactly go together” He admitted, “Im not exactly an expert in that area – Sir Yvain and even the Prince have tried to get to the bottom of this unfortunate circumstance – but I guess it’s something I’ll always have”. Unfortunately for him. “Although…surprisingly I haven’t yet run away from you, so I guess you should take it as a compliment” he smirked.
"This evening is quite fine, but it's only getting better."
“Really?” he raised his brows. Was she flirting with him?! Was he flirting with her?! Lucan really needed help in this area. Time to turn on the Lucan charm then. “Hopefully not because you’re sat here having to listen to me ramble on and make a complete idiot of myself”
"And your evening?"
His evening? Oh…well…now that was a completely different story. His evening had sucked up until Camila had headed his way. Now it was slowly turning out to be unexpected rather than unpleasant. Yvain had certainly been wrong about this one. Then again what did Yvain know anyway?
“Dull…” He answered, “But then I met a very beautiful woman who I didn’t faint on or run away from…” The Lucan smirk was now playing on his lips. How could one girl just be so…so…GAH! SO BEAUTIFUL!
Lucan felt like running into a wall 100 times over just to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming that a girl was taking an interest. And that he was actually calm and being utterly ridiculous in front of her!
He gave a small laugh of embarrassment, “Im sorry…I shouldn’t have said that – you talk to a girl for the first time and say the most ridiculous things possible”
Was now a good time to make a run for it? He could slowly feel the old ‘OH MY GOODNESS A GIRL!!!’ phase seeping back into his mind. Run or stay? Run or stay? Stay seemed to be the perfect option.
He cleared his throat. “What im curious to know is why on earth you would choose to spend your time sitting here talking to me, rather than choosing to speak to men who can actually hold a conversation without making fools of themselves?”
Lucan was no oil painting; Camila could have her pick of the bunch judging by the amount of advantageous men in the room tonight. It was a curious question with many answers, but he wanted to know what made him stand out from so many.
“Why me?”
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Post by lucan on Jun 13, 2011 14:02:45 GMT -5
The days seemed to be growing longer in Lucan’s opinion. Especially as the hunt for Morgana still went on.
He’d been present on some of these but today; he’d been carrying out duties in the castle and the town.
This was a rare night out that Lucan was having, not usually one for sitting and drinking in taverns, Yvain had convinced him to come out and relax that evening. Why he’d said yes? Well, he had no idea why but had gone all the same.
Yvain was sat opposite him, working his way through another tankard of mead whilst Luc was still on his first and sipping it slowly. There were not many locals in The Rising Sun that evening. Another rare occurrence. Travellers that were staying in one of the rooms yes, but very few of the townspeople. Luc would rather be in bed himself – tired and weary, but had instead given into Yvain’s constant whining that he should be enjoying himself for once in his life. In this case, Yvain was most likely right, but Lucan wasn’t about to make his head grow even larger than it already was.
“Another one please – Luc?” Yvain told the barmaid and looked to his friend
“No thanks, im good” he lifted up his half drunken tankard to the girl, who in return gave him a wink and headed off
“Oooooh, she likes you” Yvain raised his brows and watched her working at the bar, “you should go and say hi”
“I don’t need you playing matchmaker thanks very much – im quite happy as I am”
“What? Having women throwing themselves at you but then running away every time one gives you so much as a smile?” Yvain asked
“Shut up”
The barmaid handed Yvain his drink and then headed off again. “Every wondered what it would be like, just to have a day in your life when we’re not fighting off a griffin or training to kill the enemy?” Yvain asked
“Yes – and I wouldn’t want to trade what I have now”
“Why?” Yvain asked
“Because it would mean me being back in Glouchedon and having my father rant on about how important my rank and duty will be when I become the next duke” Lucan rolled his eyes.
“I can’t imagine you being a duke – no offence but I guess it’s because ive only ever known you as a knight”
Lucan snorted, “by the way im going I won’t even be around to inherit it all”. He gave Yvain a knowing look, “but I guess I don’t actually mind that – as long as my brother knows what he’s doing then everything will be in good hands”
The pair carried on talking until Lucan got up. He was tiring slowly and didn’t exactly want to be carrying Yvain back tonight, “Right, shall we call it a night? You’ve drunk enough tankards to fill a whole barrel”.
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Post by lucan on Jun 8, 2011 14:26:18 GMT -5
She didn’t know. Just as he thought. He gave a small snort. “Im dying, aren't I” he stated, “very slowly, and you don’t want to tell me”. He felt he was now. Everywhere ached, especially around the head and chest area.
“So what is it then?” he asked, “Internal bleeding? Lung problems?” it couldn’t be head trauma. He was awake after all, but then again he was sure that he had no idea what he was talking about. Was he repeating the same things to her? he really couldn’t remember and now just by doing too much thinking his head was killing him.
He went to sit up once again, but of course was scolded. "Please, just lie still while I get you some cool water! I will find out what I can for you, my lord." He did as he was told; he wasn’t about to get on the wrong side of her!
Lucan smiled weakly, “You can call me Luc – ranks and that don’t really go down too well with me, ‘my lord’ makes me sound older than I already am”
Perhaps he should ask her to send message to his father to notify him that his son was dying. Elaine would probably jump for joy – at least then her own blood would inherit everything. Corneous? Well, Luc didn’t exactly know how his father would react to that. He’d love to be a fly on the wall in that conversation between his father and stepmother.
No – maybe it was best to go quietly and without a fuss.
"Here, you should drink this slowly so not to make yourself ill. I will look over your wounds and see what has been done."
He took the cup of water from her and drunk a little, coughing at the connection of the water to dryness. His throat must have been dry enough for him to choke. Although now he was in even more pain where he’d been coughing. Taking a few more little sips his throat felt a little better. “Is there any point?” he asked her, “I already feel like im dying now anyway - it'll save you the hassle, and im sure there's some poor bloke over there waiting to be cleaned up” He pointed in no particular direction. All he could see at the moment was the ceiling.
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Post by lucan on Jun 8, 2011 14:08:30 GMT -5
Lucan shrugged at Morgana’s words. “I try” he stated, “But at least im doing something right” at this he looked to her and smirked. She would never break him. If she hadn’t managed to convince Sir Leon to pledge allegiance then there was no way on earth that she would ever get him to do the same.
"How are you enjoying your new accommodation? I know they are nothing compared to your old home, but we strive to provide lodgings befitting the guest,"
“Heh, can’t complain really, I didn’t expect anything more or less of you if im honest” he told her. “Then again I’ve made some new friends. Mr and Mrs Rat and their children. Good company if you grow tried of imagining a tyrant queens demise, over and over again in your head” He said this last part slowly with a little menacing look. Never before had he felt any hate for a woman until Morgana had betrayed them all. Now all he wanted to do was see her fall.
He was either going to die now, or be killed slowly later on for his words. He wasn’t going to take Morgana and her so called ‘reign’ seriously. Why should he? She knew nothing of knowing how to get people to yield to her. Especially after kicking the King off of the throne and then killing just to make a point. One, which technically had been meant for the Knights.
“Oh…” he suddenly looked at her as though everything had fallen into place, “I see…reign not going as well as you thought eh?” he smirked this time, “it mustn’t be seeing as you have so much time on your hands to drag us up here to have a little chat”.
One person came to Lucan’s mind right now. Camila. Where was she? He hoped she was ok. He’d thought about her a lot these last couple of days – her smile, her giggle. It was highly likely now that he would never see him again. Would she care? Probably not, but at least he’d tried. Hopefully she’d find someone more worthy. If Morgana was going to kill him then he’d be dying for her as well as Camelot.
He looked up at Morgana and narrowed his eyes. “If you think that I’ll pledge my allegiance to you then im afraid you’re wasting your time”
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Post by lucan on Jun 5, 2011 10:22:41 GMT -5
He was making her laugh for all the wrong reasons here, but at least she wasn’t giving him disapproving looks.
Lucan noted the blush that she now sported on her cheeks as he kissed her hand. Ok, so perhaps that was a good thing, wasn’t it?
"Don't worry about a thing, Lucan. You are very charming."
Luc gave her a look, “now my name and charming have never been used in the same sentence before – that’s a first”.
Of course they hadn’t, because no one had ever deemed him charming before. Mind you he was acting like the shy idiot that he was. How on earth did that seem appealing to her? Lucan would love to know what went on in women’s heads that attracted them to specific features, but then again, he didn’t.
Now she was calling him dashing??!!! Lucan looked at her shyly and grinned, “they haven’t called me that either” he chuckled slightly, “mostly because I very much doubt that it’s true, but thank you all the same my lady”.
My goodness, it was a wonder how he’d not yet passed out. Lucan surprisingly felt relaxed, sort of. He was now able to look at her for more than a mere few seconds without becoming shy again. “Are you enjoying this evening?” he asked, “I can see that most people are”.
He shot a glance to where Yvain was challenging Lionel to yet another drinking game. He’d have a banging head in the morning! Yvain caught sight of him watching and raised his cup cheerily. Lucan, with an amused expression, raised his in return before turning back to Camila. Finally, he was beginning to show the real Lucan.
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Post by lucan on Jun 2, 2011 14:15:43 GMT -5
She was telling him to lie still. Well he couldn’t go anywhere so that was something that he could do with ease. His head was spinning now, the throbbing pain searing through his head from one side to the other. What had happened to him? Lucan felt he’d been hit 1000 times over by a horse and cart. It must have been pretty bad for him to have been out cold and for him not be able to lift his head.
He didn’t even know if he could move his arms or legs yet. Perhaps he was just dying slowly. He felt like it. Oh well, he’d tried his best.
"Do you want to water to drink?" Gwen was now asking him.
He nodded as much as he could do at that moment. Trying to nod lying down wasn’t an easy task. Then again in his position, neither was sitting up at this moment. He couldn’t even manage to get any words out – most likely from the dryness of his throat
“What’s the damage?” he finally managed to choke out, referring to his injuries.
His throat felt as dry as ever now. How long had he been knocked out for? Who or what had done it to him? More importantly, who had managed to find him with an angry dragon destroying the place?
Luc decided to test out his arms to see as to whether he could hold a cup successfully. They felt rather stiff as he managed to take the water from her. Now that felt good. At least he could move part of his upper body and actually drink.
He looked at Gwen, “What happened?” he asked, “more importantly – who and how did anyone find me? It’s carnage out there”. His voice finally returned normally to him.
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Post by lucan on Jun 1, 2011 14:54:59 GMT -5
She was very blunt for a servant. Now that was a characteristic that Lucan hadn’t expected but he still found it quite funny.
“No – I shouldn’t worry, it’s quite amusing actually” he admitted, “to be honest, I just give him a few ‘accidental’ wallops around the head in training because it just feels right”.
The amount of times that Luc had brought Yvain crashing to the ground was just hilarious in itself. One time all he’d needed to do was stick out his foot. There was something about Yvain though – he was a good friend and just as loyal as any of the other knights, but sometimes there were moments where Lucan wanted to just knock some sense into him.
"Anyway, I doubt I'll be trusted with wine for tonight, I'll probably hide myself away in the kitchen and clean the crockery."
“I wouldn’t if I were you – if you want to survive the dragon lady then get back out in that hall and carry on serving” he grinned.
Lucan knew the servant woman that had scolded Idris all too well. He really was surprised that she didn’t breathe fire! Many of the servant girls were usually seen being ordered about by her, or (like Idris) being scolded for not doing the simplest of tasks correctly.
“Besides, im going to be there, so if she says anything then I can have words”.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 13:58:48 GMT -5
“I’ll try harder next time then?”
“If you do it on purpose then perhaps I might just become angry” he mused. “And I become quite menacing when im angry” he pretended to look menacing and threw her a warning look.
“I suppose a lot of people in families grow apart eventually.”
“Mine were never close to begin with, so I guess ive got nothing to regret about leaving” he shrugged.
Lucan wondered if he should ask if her family were close. Obviously from earlier she’d seemed uncomfortable on the subject so he decided to keep his mouth shut from asking this question.
Thankfully Idris broke the awkward silence between the pair. Lucan was glad – he could’ve sworn that if no one had spoken any longer then a tumbleweed would have just rolled on by.
“Will you go back to the feast after you’ve changed?”
“I will for a little while – then I should think about getting some sleep. Early morning training, and then a few duties to carry out”. One of them would most likely be taking part in yet another search party for Lady Morgana. The King was adamant that they’d find her someday – Lucan hoped that it would be soon, not just for the loss of men that it had gained so far, but also for Morgana’s welfare.
The empty presence at feasts and ceremonies was easily felt. Everyone was so used to seeing her there that it was hard to even enjoy yourself now that she’d been missing for such a long time.
“I suppose you’ll be returning to throw more wine over Sir Yvain as revenge?” he cast an evil grin her way.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 13:32:46 GMT -5
He was thankful she hadn’t given him a clump around the head with one of those goblets for asking questions. “I still shouldn’t have though,” he told her. Of course he shouldn’t have. They’d only just met for crying out loud.
Her comment about choosing the wrong person to spill wine over had him chuckling again. “Unlike a few friends of mine, I don’t feel the need to go mad at a servant just because they ‘accidentally’ threw some wine over me” he smirked, “it would take a lot more than that to make me angry”.
It would. If it had been on purpose then perhaps Lucan may have felt a little miffed, but seeing as Lord Hoel couldn’t control himself, he didn’t blame Idris at all for what happened.
“Do you see much of your brother?”
Lucan was silent for a moment. The last time he’d seen Griff was when he was just about to set out for Camelot. Griflet had been ten at the time and had spent the whole day asking Luc questions as to where and why he was leaving. That was the only proper time he’d spent with his brother.
“Sorry, now I feel like I’m prying.”
“You’re not prying – just asking” he grinned, repeating her words earlier, “I haven’t seen my brother since I left to come to Camelot. That was about eight years ago. I get the occasional letter but nothing much”. Well. He’d had about three letters but that was it. “My brother and I both lead separate lives – im busy here and he’s back in Glouchedon most likely being trained up to become the next duke”
Because he knew that his father would think it highly likely that Luc would die before he would.
Lucan had always wondered what his mother would have thought of the whole thing. Had she still been alive would she have let him leave his home? He remembered his father telling him of how unimpressed she was when Corneous had let Lucan hold a dagger for the first time when he was three.
He then realised that he’d been awfully quiet for a long time.
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