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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 2, 2011 6:21:31 GMT -5
Caitrin shifted and pulled the blankets over her body. She groaned slightly and made a mental note that if she was ever going to do this again she was going to do it in summer, rather than in winter. She shivered slightly and hugged her body gently. She knew she would have to move eventually, but it would be colder outside the bed than it was inside so for the moment she could see no good reason to move. She drew herself up on the bed and frowned slightly, it had been four days since she’d left Camelot and she was now starting to get slightly concerned at her own actions.
She had managed, in her anger to end up in somewhere in the Northern Lands. She’d been aiming for Mercia, mainly because she knew Mercia, but she’d taken a wrong turning somewhere along the lines and now she was in the middle of nowhere; fantastic. She wasn’t about to admit she was lost, no, she was perfectly fine. She sighed and sat up in the bed, picking her shawl up from the bedside table and pulling it around her shoulders. She had every intention of returning to Camelot, but she had a point to prove first.
Her Uncle had made the silly mistake of pushing a suitor to take her hand, naturally Caitrin had taken it badly, and had run off in the night. She was going to return, she just wanted him to know that no matter how hard he tried she would never again be forced to take a suitor to her bed that her family had forced upon her. She’d been too young when her father had forced marriage upon her to know how to react to it, she was a bit older now, and fortunately her confidence had been enough to carry her down the road, and convince her that running away was the right thing to do.
All in all, apart from being slightly lost this had been one of her better ideas. None of her Uncle’s men had been able to track her as she’d left in the middle of the night, therefore she was at her liberty at when she returned; she had enough money to tide her over for a few weeks anyway. She’d managed to find this inn and had gained lodgings for the night, though the man behind the bar had said she could stay as long as she wanted.
Caitrin groaned and finally threw the covers back and was hit with the cold that the morning brought straight away. She didn’t let it bother her though as she quickly grabbed a comb and pulled it through her hair, crossing the room to where she’d laid out her underclothes and dress. Setting the comb down she pulled on her clothes quickly, trying to avoid getting too cold and laced up the back of her dress carefully. There was a small mirror in the corner so she walked over to it, her comb in hand again and started pulling it through her hair again, just to make sure she did it right. It didn’t matter she was technically on the run, she could still look her best couldn’t she?
Tags: Richard de Calys
Timeline: Series 2, after the Match Made In Hell Thread
Location: The Northern Lands
Notes: I know she hasn't actually done anything in this, but if you want me to edit just let me know (: |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 1, 2011 19:03:43 GMT -5
 Caitrin frowned slightly as Griflet grinned and spoke to her. She loved his grin, and the way it lit up his face, but she didn’t like it at the same time. In a way, she felt like it was taking a step back for them both. It hadn’t bothered her that much in the gardens because she’d been preoccupied by other thoughts, but now she felt like it was bothering her. She didn’t want Griflet to close her off, in the gardens, even though it had been for a short while, he had opened up to her. The corner of her mouth twitched, why should she be bothered if Griflet was opening up in her, she had opened up to him but what did that matter? She didn’t say anything, but didn’t shuffle closer towards him either and just gave a small smile at his words, not really wanting to give them anymore thought.
Caitrin raised an eye brow at Griflet’s words on his ego. It was bigger than hers, and bigger than her Uncle which at one point she would have been convinced was impossible. She ran a hand over his hair thoughtfully, “If there is nothing wrong with your ego, then theres is nothing wrong with mine either.” She declared happily, she was not going to be accused of having a big ego beside Griflet; his was worse than hers.
Traditional courting had never really appealed to Caitrin. She had never really seen the appeal of talking to some lord her Uncle thought was ‘suitable’ for her affections. Usually it was a man twice her age, ugly but incredibly rich. Somehow her Uncle always thought that the last quality made up for the first two but it never did. Plus it was just awkward meeting men whilst having her Uncle breathing down her throat. That was why she usually tore the men apart with her words; it was too amusing to see their faces as they watched the woman in front of their eyes turn into a quick witted young lady. The reaction was always the best part.
Her attentions were directed back on Griflet as he spoke and she nodded, a playful grin emerging onto her lips. Though at his latter words she couldn’t help but laugh, the Griff method? She had heard him right hadn’t she? “The Griff method?” She asked him, laughing again, “And what exactly does that detail?” And as she asked him she let her body fold into his again, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh against hers.
A small soft sigh escaped Caitrin’s lips as she felt Griflet’s hands on her thighs. The feeling was so strong she broke off their kiss, just for a moment as she felt a surge burn through her body. It didn’t matter there was the fabric of her dress in-between their flesh, she could still feel the warmth of his touch. She wasn’t quite sure what it was doing to her, but she certainly didn’t want him to stop, and was almost disappointed when he did. She grinned into his kiss and nodded at his words. The current situation certainly was a more preferable one to them being apart. She put her hands on the ground so she could steady herself, and sunk her lips down into Griflet’s. She didn’t reply to his comment about not being seen, because while he had his hands on her body, and his lips at hers, she didn’t care either. And, annoyingly, she suspected Griflet already knew that. “I don’t care about anything else,” She declared boldly, running a hand through her hair, “Just this moment; that’s it.” And she quickly merged their lips again, not wanting them to be parted for too long.
Caitrin knew he knew what she had been implying. But she wasn’t about to let him have the satisfaction of her saying it. She shifted her weight again so that her chest was pressed up against his and she looked down at him, licking her top lip softly and then leaned down to him, “I’ll let you figure that one out for yourself.” She now gave him a small wink and, unable to resist the urge any longer, sunk her lips down to his softly, moving her lips over his gently at first, but then increasing in urgency before she forced their lips apart. She noticed, as she drew back, her breathing was slightly rough and her heart was beating like she’d just run a mile. Blinking a few times she stepped back onto her confidence with relative ease, giving a wide smile, “Being clear wouldn’t be fun now would it?” She pointed out playfully and poked the end of his nose, placing a small kiss on it before rolling off him.
Caitrin had to admit that she felt a small pang of regret as she rolled off him, she’d been enjoying the warmth and comfort that lying on top of Griflet had brought. She wrinkled her nose slightly, wondering if she should just go back and lie on top of him. For a few moments she seriously considered it, there was no one about, what the hell with it? She blinked again a few times, an unfamiliar warm pang pulsed through her body and she felt slightly uncomfortable for a few moments. It didn’t feel wrong, quite the opposite, it felt good, and she didn’t particularly want it to stop either. She took a few moments to breathe softly, trying to calm herself, she couldn’t let herself just get like this; especially not over a man.
Caitrin leant herself up against the tree and laughed at Griflet’s words. Of course he didn’t want her to go why would he? She felt slightly bad suggesting that she would have to go back to the house. However, the last thing she needed was to give her father another reason to be constantly on her back about suitors and such like. “Hey, just because I have to go and write a letter doesn’t mean you have to put your shirt back on.” She teased softly, drawing herself up beside him and running a finger down his chest. She didn’t blush at his wink, nor did it have that much of an adverse affect on her. She carried on trailing her fingers around his chest aimlessly, thinking about what she should do.
She nodded at his words and grinned slightly, “Anything is more fun than writing a letter to my father.” She pointed out, looking back to the house. She knew Simon would want to be off as soon as possible, and she didn’t want him breathing down her neck whilst replying to the letter. Caitrin blinked as an idea popped into her head, and a grin curled onto her lips. Looking down, she found one of Griflet’s hands and entwined her fingers within his and squeezed them. She pressed her lips together before leaning closer towards Griflet and said softly, “Come with me, just while I write the letter.” She gestured towards her home and then thought on her feet quickly, “My Uncle will not return from his hunt for a while anyway.” She squeezed his hand again, a smile escaping her lips as she waited for Griflet’s reply.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 1, 2011 12:30:06 GMT -5
Caitrin found herself enjoying this little gathering a lot more than she had origionally thought that she would. In Mercia she would never have dreamed about dining with Royalty, but she supposed things were done differently in Camelot for whatever reason, and she certainly wasn't complaining. She didn't particulary want to live in Camelot, she wanted to be home where she could practice sorcery without the noose hanging over her, but if she was going to have to stay she was glad at least she was making a good first impression.
She smiled at the King accordingly as he spoke about her meeting his son. "I would not have you inconvinence yourself just for my introduction to the Prince sire." She said confidently but kept her smile on her lips, "I intend to visit court more often now I am settled so I am certain I will have the pleasure of being introduced to him."
Rouland, who was sat opposite Caitrin nodded accordingly. If it was Caitrin's destiny to remain in Camelot for the rest of her life it would do her well to be on friendly terms with the heir to the throne; you got nowhere in life by blindly making enemies. He was pleasantly pleased with how Caitrin was conducting herself this evening, they had been arguing more of the week away so it was a welcomed change.
Rouland now turned to the King and took a swig of his goblet,
"Have you visited Mercia recently sire?" He asked the King casually, in truth Rouland had no idea if Uther had set foot anywhere near Mercia. He presumed not as the two Kingdoms were still not on fantastically good terms with each other which had always been irritating as Rouland too was from Mercia. “My niece has been telling me how different the customs are in Mercia, I have to say regrettably I have not lived there for so long that I had forgotten most of them.”
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 1, 2011 12:12:39 GMT -5
 Caitrin watched as Merlin held up the circlet, explaining his reasons for picking it up in the first place. She frowned slightly, the circlet did sometimes dig into her skull but it was a necessary pain as it looked incredible with the right dress. “What did you think? Is it ‘pointy?” She asked curiously, but also with amusement. He’d tried it on, he might as well tell her what he thought of her jewellery, it wasn’t as if he could look like a bigger fool than he already did.
Caitrin folded her arms and raised an eye brow at the young serving boy. She was even inclined to laugh as he said that dressing up wasn’t his thing. “You say that dress up is not your thing… yet I caught you dressing up with my circlet?” She asked, taking a step towards the boy, just because she could. She crossed over to her table, it was only a short distance away and she was, for the most part, still blocking the exit from the room. She picked up the middle circlet that she had laid out, it was her most expensive, and therefore most exquisite piece of jewellery and a smile pulled at her lips. She looked across to Merlin then crossed over towards him and handed him the circlet. “That is my best piece of jewellery. This one will give you a feel of just how ‘pointy’ my jewellery is.” She then gave him a small smirk and pushed the circlet into his hands; waiting for him to try it on.
Caitrin waved his concerns about Arthur away as quickly as he spoke them. She had known Arthur for years, and although she didn’t know how long this boy had been his servant, she was sure Arthur would not punish him if Caitrin explained he had been with her. She did, after all, not wish to cause any unnecessary trouble, and this was proving to be an effective headache cure. “I will tell Arthur where he has been, I am sure he can do without you for ten minutes.” She pointed out and settled herself, waiting to see if he would actually try the jewellery on or not. |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Sept 1, 2011 8:59:04 GMT -5
Caitrin pressed her lips together, her head trying to formulate just some way of getting out of this room and away from this man. Caitrin had an uncommon stubbornness and headstrong nature, but even she had to admit the current situation scared her, she’d be stupid not to be frightened, but that didn’t mean she was going to turn into some whimpering little woman. If he was going to do anything to her she was going to go down fighting. She didn’t reply to his words, because they didn’t really need an answer. If he was going to attack her he would have the upper hand, even if he did give her a small dagger or some such. She kept catching a glint of the swords on his back and she was trying not to panic even more than she was already doing.
She looked down to where his hand was now on her shoulder and then looked back up to him. It was a sign of power, meant to unnerve her, and for the most part it was working. As he spoke she could hear that this was almost amusing to him. Her body stiffened again, but she raised her hand and pushed his hand away, showing that he was not in total control of the situation; she could still exert some power in this exchange.
In a brave, and slightly bold move Caitrin found some confidence alight in her body and she stepped up to the man, glaring slightly at him. Her words were not the only ones which were empty, she would not be scared into making a move which she might regret. “You forget, your words are also empty.” Her fist clenched together subconsciously and her mouth felt dry as she continued, “You tell me I need a weapon, but give me no reason to need one; you merely suggest I may.” She raised an eye brow at him as she finished and felt her heart thud in her ears. She was sure that provoking this stranger wasn’t the right thing to do, but she needed to show that despite his threats and advances he hadn’t moulded her into some babbling, begging woman. She was Caitrin de Archer, and she was stronger than this. |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 30, 2011 18:28:32 GMT -5
Caitrin smiled at Guinevère as she gave the knights the title of ‘heroes’. It was true of course, Camelot under Morgana's rule wasn’t even worth thinking about. It hadn’t been the place she had made her home anymore, it had just been hell. They’d lived in fear for those short weeks, not knowing what Morgana would press upon them. Caitrin had always believed that Arthur would return to Camelot, but her Uncle had remained unconvinced, but Caitrin had known that the Prince wouldn’t just abandon his Kingdom; it wasn’t in his nature. She smiled at her companion and nodded in agreement. “They are. We owe them so much, I cannot imagine still being under Morgana’s rule my Lady.” She solemnly admitted.
Caitrin noted Guinevère’s concern at her actions but shook her head in a small sort of way. Griflet would not have let her come to Camelot without an escort, so two of her Uncle’s men had accompanied her to the castle, and would take her back to the de Archer estate when she finally left the feast. “My Uncle’s men accompanied me my Lady.” She reassured Guinevère and then took a sip from the goblet in front of her, “I merely meant that it was lonely as I have not been apart from my family, and fiancée, this past week.” None of them had really left the estate that much, if at all over the past week. Her Uncle had been seeing to his affairs in his lands, and seeing the people who worked his lands had not been too badly affected by Morgana’s reign. Caitrin smiled at Guinevère’s later words as she was sure that her Uncle would be quick enough to show his face at court now it was certain the Pendragon’s rule was secure. “I am sure my Uncle, Aunt and fiancée will return to court soon enough.”
She then thought that perhaps she was being a bit too formal with Guinevère as she knew that the woman was new to conversing with noblewomen, but Caitrin was still getting a feel for Guinevère’s character. She settled herself back slightly and asked kindly, “Are your family from Camelot?” It was a way of keeping the conversation in flow, whilst allowing Caitrin to learn a little of the woman she was conversing with.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 29, 2011 7:15:14 GMT -5
 Caitrin was still trying to act as if this man was not worrying her as much as he was. The night was still young, and it would be hours until the servants even thought about rising, that meant she had to spend the time in here, with this man, for the foreseeable future. Caitrin pushed back some of her hair behind her ear before she continued to speak, “In which case I will not be giving you anything in payment.” She knew exactly what he wanted, and she wasn’t going to give him anything. She was gaining her confidence back ounce by ounce, even though her situation really wasn’t getting any better. His eyes were still draping over her, she felt uncomfortable and wished now that she had draped something over her shoulders, at least then she could have concealed her modesty.
Caitrin had obviously wondered about a mans touch as she had grown up, but she had preferred teases to physical contact so for the most part thoughts of lust had been pushed to the back of her mind. There had never really been a man who had found her fancy, and certainly not one who she would have had lustful thoughts over. She shook her head stubbornly, she had never felt those feelings before, and she certainly wasn’t now. “I have never experienced it, therefore I have nothing to miss.” Was her quick reply, and it made sense because she could not crave something she had never had in the first place.
He had a fair point, but in her eyes even if they were locked in a room he could stay back from her. She was now pressed up against the door, just wishing it would open and then she could just run and get help and rouse the guards. “You will have no control over me.” She said warningly, leaning slightly forwards to make the point before she stiffened up against the door again. Her eyes rose to met his as he stepped up to her. This was really only going to go one way or the other. His hand brushed past her cheek as it tucked some hair behind her ear and she put her face to the side, rejecting his touch, she didn’t want his hands all over her, she wanted him to stay back and just leave her alone. “Just keep your hands off me.” She said quickly and pushed her face back to the front and widened her eyes slightly; her arms still pinned to the side. |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 29, 2011 5:43:07 GMT -5
Caitrin found herself more and more confused at this servants behaviour as the conversation went on. She furrowed her eye brows at him, still obviously blocking his path to the door. Her headache wasn’t getting any better but how often did you walk in on a servant, especially a male one, trying on your jewellery? The opportunity was too good to miss really. She folded her arms and took a step towards him, “You were trying on my jewellery… because it looked painful?” She repeated, and no, it didn’t make any more sense to her when she said it, so she was sure that whatever this Merlin said to her would make little sense either.
He was trying to leave, naturally, but Caitrin was having too much fun to just let him off that easily. This was probably the weirdest situation she had ever been in with a servant before, which was saying something really. Well, at least he addressed her correctly after her introduction, “I’m sure the pleasure is all mine.” She gave a small kind of smile, but one that was also mischievous as she was sure there was fun yet to be had in this situation.
She wasn’t going to let him off with insulting her friend so lightly. After all, he was a servant and should do well to remember his position. Now she thought hard on it, she had seen him bobbing around court, usually running after Arthur in some way or another; it was that scarf which made him stand out. Merlin was talking again and Caitrin had to stop herself laughing at him. “Yes, funnily enough this is my jewellery.” She raised an eye brow as he insisted he didn’t usually do this kind of thing and she stepped closer towards him, but so that she was still blocking the door, “Well, did you satisfy your interest in how… pointy my jewellery is?”
He was still trying to leave and she took a step back to fully block the doors. Her arms were folded again and a smug grin swept across her face. “You can’t leave just yet.” She insisted, gesturing to where the rest of her jewellery was laid out. “You cannot have satisfied your interest in just how ‘pointy’ my jewellery is, perhaps you should try on some of my other pieces to see how they compare.” |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 29, 2011 5:13:40 GMT -5
 As Griflet squeezed her hand back Caitrin instinctively smiled across at him. She rubbed her thumb along his skin and just enjoyed that small embrace, just knowing he was there for her was enough. Caitrin was starting to come out of whatever dark place her thoughts had been in for the past few exchanges. Her family was not a topic she brought up frequently, Griflet had been the only one she had truly opened up to. Of course her Uncle knew of her loveless upbringing, but he’d witnessed it so it wasn’t the same thing really was it?
It wasn’t that she was scared of her family, or even just scared of facing her past. It just hurt to look back on her childhood because she had no fondness for it where her family was concerned. For many years after Helgund’s death she had meant little to any of her family, she was just seen as a way of advancing their position, and they had often made that point overt. Even being sent to Camelot had some ulterior motives as her father obviously expected her to marry within Camelot, and therefore provide links for him on a more personal level than his brother did. She just wanted to be her, and enjoy her life however she wanted and in whichever way she wanted to. Was that really too much to ask?
Caitrin shook those thoughts from her head, she was in Camelot now, her father wasn’t and he couldn’t hurt her anymore. She was a woman now, and she was more than capable of standing up to her bully of a father. Griflet’s words pulled her from her thoughts and she laughed, wondering what Dristan and Arthur would say if Griflet ever repeated that sentence to them. Dristan would probably not mind, but she was incredibly close to Arthur, and he might mind. “Would you really want to tell the Prince of Camelot you’re worth a hundred of him.” She winked just to let him know she was joking and let out a small giggle at the thought of Griflet telling Arthur just that.
She stopped her giggles at his next words, as he bit his lip and she could have detected a note of seriousness about the words which she appreciated, given what he had said. Caitrin turned on her side so that she was facing Griflet and put her arm across his waist and just held him there for a few moments, “Hopefully you will never have to imagine not caring for me.” Her words were quiet, not because of what she was saying, but because of what she was about to say, “I will never stop caring for you.” There, she had said it, she wasn’t sure which bit of her mind had been okay with her admitting anything like that, but she’d said it now, and that was that.
Caitrin rolled her eyes, she was sure she hadn’t hurt him that much, he was just being dramatic. She raised a warning finger at him, to show that she would not hesitate from raising her hand again at him. Of course she would never cause him any actual grievous harm, but it was nice sometimes to have the upper hand. Her face lit up with a wild smile at his words, she couldn’t help herself; his ego was actually bigger than her own and that was some achievement. “You missed out the fact you have an incredibly big ego Griflet Aubert.” She poked the tip of his nose playfully and raised an eye brow at him. Although she playfully mocked his ego, she couldn’t imagine Griflet being anything other than big headed, or charming, it was just him.
Caitrin couldn’t see much point in still trying to deny she had any feelings for this man. She couldn’t just run away and pretend none of this had happened, no it had gone too far for that, and anyway she had no intentions of running anywhere. Everything about Griflet was just filling her head, she just felt like she didn’t want this to be a fling anymore, and for Caitrin that was an odd and scary thought. She had never supposed any man could be anything more than a fling to her, but with Griflet it was different, she didn’t want him to go away and find another woman like that stupid brunette at the dance. Neither did she just want to go and find the nearest courtier which took her fancy. No, she just wanted him, and she wanted him to want to stay there, just with her.
Although Griflet shifted, Caitrin kept her head on his chest, she was enjoying the feel of his skin on hers to contemplate moving anytime soon. It was safe to say she couldn’t remember ever being this comfortable with a man who was half naked before, so she nodded, letting a little bit of laughter escape her lips. “That’s true.” She agreed, placing a hand on his chest as well, “Although I was never one for being traditionally courted.” Caitrin found that few men could actually step up to the mark at court and really challenge her mentally, as well as physically. In only a few meetings Griflet had blown her away in both of those aspects. He was just so...different, but in a good way, and one that just spurred on her feelings towards him.
Caitrin's lips curled as she tried to stop herself laughing at Griflet's reaction to her words, not to mention her actions. The only time he had ever spoken like that in front of her before was when he had been obviously nervous at her Uncle discovering them in the gardens. Was he nervous now? Caitrin raised both her eye brows, but not in an accusing way, more in an amused way. She didn't believe for a second he was nervous, she didn't know exactly how to describe what she thought Griflet was feeling, but she was sure he was probably just caught up in the moment. She grinned down at him and stole a quick kiss from his lips before drawing back and just taking a few moments to look down at him. She had held the attentions of many men over the years, including some she would really rather forget, but Griflet just felt different in every way. He was incredibly handsome, especially when he flashed that grin of his up at her. She felt a flutter in her stomach every time he did, and she was in no hurry to stop any of those feelings.
She ran a hand through his hair and kissed him softly again, just to feel that tingle in her lips again. Her pulse fluttered as their lips met and she then just grinned down at him, raising one of her eye brows in a suggestive manner. “Well as I said earlier, someone will see.” She raised her body, so she was sat on his chest rather than lying on it, “So you’ll have to just look forwards to more enjoyment.” She gave a little smirk and smoothed a hand down his chest and gave him a small wink before shifting off him. She didn’t really want to be in that sort of position for too long; knowing her luck someone would see and she’d be confined to the house for even longer.
Caitrin shuffled herself so she was now sat quite close to Griflet, with her back up against the tree. She smiled down at him and ran a hand through her hair. She knew Simon, her fathers messenger, would be itching to be back on the road to Mercia soon enough and she inwardly groaned at her own sensible thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking about her family still, she was in a field, on her own, with Griflet who incidentally was half naked. “I should probably return to reply to my father soon.” She said quietly, frowning slightly at her own words.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 28, 2011 4:27:14 GMT -5
Caitrin was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Her heart was racing in her chest, she was locked in a room with someone who had tried to rob her house, and she was without a weapon. She breathed out slowly, she wasn’t going to give this man the satisfaction of knowing just how scared she was. She raised her eye brows at his first comment bravely, but didn’t reply to it. Instead, she was becoming more concerned at his later comment, about the payment. She had nothing to give, she was in her chemise and it was the middle of the night. She knew perhaps what he would want, but she would refuse to give it to him. “I have nothing to make payment with.” She pointed out, and she resisted the urge to step back, what good would that do anyway? She was in a small room which was locked; there was nowhere to hide in here.
Caitrin was not unused to male attention, in fact she was quite used to it in court, but conversation had never been this crude before. No one at court would speak to her like this, then again what would this man care what people at court treated her like? As he spoke, her cheeks still pricked with colour, she tried to put on a brave, rather careless face and wave his first two comments off. “Being deprived of any pleasures has never bothered me in the past, and never will.” She did not like the turn in the conversation, not to mention her vulnerable position; she still had no weapon and was wearing only a thin chemise. He laughed again and she resisted the urge to shudder; the laugh went straight through her. Her eyes widened slightly at the casual nature of his suggestion. It was now that she did take another step back, but only found her back hitting the door. She raised a finger warningly, trying to keep him back somehow, “You will not control anything; stay away from me.” She commanded of him, wondering how long that line would actually work for.
As he insisted she go first she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She couldn’t use her magic, she wanted to, but she just couldn’t. She had never shown her magic to anyone apart from the one who had tutored her in it. If anyone in Camelot ever found out she had magic then she would be forced to flee; or worse. She was sure she would only use her magic if she was directly threatened, and probably not even then as she would have signed her death warrant either way. She shook her head, “I have nothing to prove to you.” There, she was making herself clear that she was underestimated, but she was not going to show him how. He might even think she was bluffing, but she knew she was not, so that was all that mattered wasn’t it?
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 26, 2011 15:53:05 GMT -5
 Caitrin opened the door to her flat quickly, almost as if she were in a rush. She was carrying a few bags of shopping that she’d picked up on the way home from work. She furrowed her brow at the silence, “Hello?” She called, but there was no answer; strange. She shrugged it off and made her way into the kitchen, setting down her shopping on the side before heading straight for the sofa. It had been a hard shift, she’d been on the early shift at the hospital and she supposed it would have bothered her more if she didn’t love her job as much as she did.
She shoved off her shoes and just let her body fall into the sofa, it was only midday, but she needed to sleep. She picked up her phone from the coffee table and groaned, there was a missed call from her Uncle Rouland. She decided to give him a ring back later, after all he’d only want to complain about Dristan to her and she couldn’t comprehend having that conversation at the moment. Caitrin and Dristan had practically grown up together. Rouland had been given custody of Caitrin when she was only eleven years old. Her father had run away and joined the army and left Caitrin on her own; her sisters had moved in with her eldest brother, but he’d seen Caitrin as too much of a handful to take her on as well. Therefore the courts had ruled that Caitrin had to go to live with her Uncle.
She had enjoyed growing up with Dristan, he had always been getting the pair of them into trouble with Rouland. Her teenage years had been happy, and when Caitrin had declared she had her heart set on nursing her Uncle had helped her choose her University course and had helped her with her expenses. She smiled and turned onto her side, feeling slightly reminiscent. Her hand fell idly to her belly and she found a warm smile forming on her lips. She would never have imagined, when she had felt the rejection from her father at the tender age of eleven, that she could ever be this happy.
The back door opened but she didn’t move, she knew who it would be. “I’m in here.” She called out and the footsteps got closer and closer until she found a familiar face looking down at her. She smiled as he leaned down and stole a kiss from her lips,
“And how are you today Mrs Aubert?” Caitrin sat up, running a hand through her hair and beaming at him, they had been married for just under a year now, but she still loved it when he called her that. He faultered but grinned again, placing a hand on her belly, “How are you both today?” She looked down to his hand which was laid upon her swollen belly. Caitrin was only six months into her pregnancy, but she was already itching to just have it done with, even if the prospect of motherhood was a scary and daunting one.
“We’re fine.” She smiled back, but gave a small yawn. Her 3am shifts had got more difficult and tiring the further she got into her pregnancy. Griflet sat down next to her and slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her softly so that she was lying into him, rather than the sofa. She gave another yawn and he started running his fingers through her hair softly and she closed her eyes. She could feel herself just relaxing, everything for the moment was just perfect; they were stable and they had their baby on the way. “I love you.” She sighed gently into his embrace and she felt the hand around her stomach squeeze her softly.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 26, 2011 11:08:08 GMT -5
 Caitrin would have stood on her tip toes to look bigger, but that wouldn’t work because her cousin would know what she was doing and then she would just feel silly. She looked down at herself, she hoped that she would grow taller one day, maybe she’d even be taller than her sisters. Well she could dream at least. Caitrin considered her cousin for a few moments and then replied, “One day I’ll be a lot taller!” She used her hands to gesture to how tall she thought she would one day be, “And then no one will be able to call me small!” That was the aim in life, Caitrin didn’t like just being this little nobody who everyone just shooed away. She wanted to be taller, and more grown up, because then maybe her family would pay her more attention.
She nodded at Dristan’s words, that he was more mature than her brothers. She didn’t exactly know what mature meant, but her sisters said that she wasn’t mature all the time, so maybe it meant silly? Caitrin knew her sisters thought she was just little and silly so it made sense. So far Dristan didn’t seem like he was silly, he was more fun than her siblings just because he had wanted to join her in her games, and that meant a lot to the young child.
Caitrin knew that bows were mainly used for fighting, that was why her father hadn’t wanted her to learn how to use one. After all, why would a girl need to know how to fight? Caitrin could never understand that logic, surely women could be attacked in the same way that men could, and surely it would make more sense if she knew how to fight? Caitrin had heard about nasty men who sometimes attacked people who were riding along the roads. Surely they would not just stop attacking her because she was a girl? That just made no sense! “Do you ever have to do any fighting?” Caitrin asked, her eyes slightly wide with wonder, she wondered if her cousin wanted to be a knight because she knew he lived in Camelot, and her father had told her about the Knights of Camelot once. “My father won’t let me fight, I don’t think I shouldn’t be taught to fight just because I’m a girl.” She screwed her face up slightly and then smiled up at her cousin, but her eyes showed how serious the small child was being.
Caitirn watched her cousin intently as he knocked the arrow in her bow. Her mouth was slightly ajar with the excitement and anticipation. She didn’t want him to beat her, so naturally she wanted him to not hit the red circle. The white circle would be okay, because that was where Caitrin usually hit as well, and she might actually beat him then. That would just make her so happy, beating someone who was so much older than she was. Caitrin was still watching as Dristan released the arrow and it sunk into the white circle, although it was really close to the red.
Caitrin smiled at her cousin, “I bet I can beat you.” She said confidently and took the bow politely from her cousin. She didn’t snatch it, Caitrin had been taught that ladies didn’t snatch things. She then picked up an arrow and knocked it, just as she had been shown, and then began to line up her shot. She pulled the string back carefully, visualising where she wanted her arrow to end up. When she released the string the arrow buried itself quite confidently on the line of the red, and white, circles. She beamed at her own achievements and turned back to her cousin, “Beat that.” |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 25, 2011 19:34:13 GMT -5
Caitrin needed to get out of this frame of mind. It was done, finished, her family were in Mercia where they couldn’t do her anymore harm. She never had to see any of them again if she so chose. Caitrin was not sure she did ever want to see her father ever again, let alone any of her brothers or sisters. She was a woman now, and she knew she would find it difficult to see the man who had tried to ruin her childhood in her more adult years. As a girl, she could run from him and hide away, but as an adult she would have to stay and act like she was stronger than she actually was. She was a different person now to the one who had left under her father’s guards many years ago, Camelot was her home now, and she had to try and airbrush her family from her mind. They were nothing but trouble anyway.
She could feel Griflet’s arm at her waist, and she just let herself fall into his embrace. She needed this, she needed someone to just care about her and just her. Everyone in this world seemed to have an agenda, and as a woman she was always a part of that. Everyone had their Achilles heel, and Caitrin’s was her need to be loved. It hadn’t been as bad when she had Helgund, the woman had fulfilled the position as a sort of surrogate mother. They’d only had each other for years as all of Helgund’s family had been wiped out during the Great Purge.
She dropped her hand until she found Griflet’s fingers and entwined them together and squeezed them softly, just to let him know how much she really did appreciate him being here. Perhaps her outburst had not been such a bad thing, it had made Griflet move to comfort her, and that was what she had been craving in that area of her emotions; its what she’d been missing for years. “I know I should not.” She turned her head back to Griflet, if anything just to show him she wasn’t about to burst into tears, no, she was stronger than that. She’d made herself vulnerable through her words, but she wasn’t making herself emotionally unstable as well. She shrugged softly, she needed to turn this conversation around, she’d been too vulnerable for too long, “And I never have to go back to Mercia, so that’s just... fine.” Her words were unconvincing and she paused for a moment, only then realising how unfair she had been being.
She finally managed a smile, feeling slightly happier as she thought there were two other people who did care about her in some ways. Both were men, which was nothing for Griflet to worry about of course, but that in itself stuck Caitrin as an odd thought. She had always thought herself a pawn for mens advances, yet the three people she could think of that did care about her were men. “I’m being unfair, Arthur cares about me. Oh and Dristan, he does as well.” Did Griflet even know who Dristan was, and would it click which Arthur she was talking about? Oh well, she’d let him work it out for himself. Arthur was one of her closest friends, he’d made Camelot bearable when she’d first arrived from Mercia. As for Dristan, well, they had such similar personalities it was hard for them not to get along, and to not care for each other. He was like the older brother figure she’d always wanted. “And you of course.” She finished, giving Griflet a genuine smile and squeezing his hand again.
Caitrin looked down at Griflet as he spoke and found an eye brow raised straight away at him. As he finished off his sentence with the word unfortunate she instinctively slapped his arm with the back of her hand. It was slightly playful, but also meant as a sort of warning. She remembered she had nearly slapped him the first time that they had met, it was insane any man would want to keep your company after you had practically assaulted them, and Griflet certainly seemed to break a lot of the conventions Caitrin was used to in noblemen.
She scoffed slightly but couldn’t help but give a small smile at Griflet’s latter words. He was still in a vulnerable position if she did indeed decide to raise her hand to him again. It had seemed so long ago since she had been trying to get rid of him so she could have her peace and quiet. “And why on earth would I have ‘liked’ you on our first meeting?” She asked him, “You just seemed intent on disrupting my peaceful ride out to the forest.” She gave him a sharp wink. She’d been annoyed at him at the time, but she supposed if he had not followed her out to the forest then they wouldn’t be where they were now.
Giving Griflet a warning glare for a few moments, Caitrin moved again so that her head was set on his chest. She liked the feel of her face against his warm flesh. She just felt secure in a way, and she needed that. Then his fingers started playing with the strands of her hair and she nuzzled her cheek into his chest. The feel of his fingers into her hair was comforting; she loved people playing with her hair, she wasn’t sure why, she just did. Caitrin found herself laughing at his words, she didn’t feel normal, not at all. Everyone else at court seemed to have come from a loving household, or at least one where some love was felt, and Caitrin stuck out like a sore thumb in that aspect. However, Griflet was trying to make light of the situation, and she would follow suit, “If you think I’m normal, you don’t know me at all.” She teased softly, moving her lips to kiss the soft flesh of his chest. Caitrin didn’t consider herself to be a normal noblewoman, she doubted many would be this comfortable just lying in a field with a man without his shirt on.
Caitrin would have been inclined to blush if she was like any other noblewoman. Fortunately she wasn’t so she just raised an eye brow at him and smirked. “Well, as we are not anywhere we would not be seen, you will never know if it would have been enough for me to lose my dress.” She finished with a quick wink at him and fell back onto her confidence. In truth, she didn’t know how exactly she would have reacted to him being in a further state of undress; perhaps that would be one to discover at another time, and in a more private setting. “You can merely guess it would have been enough.” Now she was running a hand down his arm, just because she could, and because she loved the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.
She grinned down at Griflet, noticing how his breathing had changed to match hers and she knew that she had taken him by some element of surprise. She liked that, through all of Griff’s ego, and his charms, she had still surprised him. Her breathing was still quickening and she carried on grinning as he spoke, feeling like she now had some power in the conversation. Funny, not too long ago it was so much harder to gain any element of control in a conversation with Griflet.
“Good.” Was all she could think to reply with and then another playful smirk fell across her lips, she could do better than this couldn’t she, “But I’m sure I could make the current situation...more enjoyable.” She dropped her lips again to his neck and nipped the skin again, then moving to plant kisses along his neck, moving up to his lips. She ran her lips along his, not merging them fully, but just enjoying the feel of his lips against hers for a few seconds before she lifted them, just grinning down at him, enjoying the effect she was having on him. Then, slowly, and gently, she finally merged their lips, moving her lips against his softly, moving one hand to caress his cheek at the same time.
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 24, 2011 20:02:31 GMT -5
For Caitrin, her words had been a moment of weakness that she hadn’t really experienced before. She’d grown up with the absence of love from either parent; her father despised whatever she did and only made physical contact with her when he had beat her, her mother was worn out with children and had for the most part just left her to her own devices. After all, Caitrin was the seventh child, and as she had always been reminded she was just another mouth to feed; another dowry to fund.
Griflet questioned her words and she dropped her eyes to the grass, not wanting to look at him. Why couldn’t he have just not heard her? Or perhaps just ignored her, it would have been simpler that way; she wouldn’t have then had to explain herself further. She knew that people cared for her on a personal level, her Uncle for instance didn’t want to see her harmed, but few people in Caitrin’s life ever seemed to want to help secure her happiness. Even her Uncle was always clipping her heels, moaning at her to find a husband or he would find her one himself.
Caitrin let herself fall back into the grass, she didn’t have to look at Griflet if she was staring up into the tree, and it was easier that way. She was quiet, uncommonly so, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to just wave this conversation off, because she only wanted to have it the once. Caitrin hated these moments enough without having to continue the conversation on a different day. She ran her fingers along the grass slowly, just thinking about her upbringing, and what had led her right to this moment. She thought back to her immediate family, none of them had cared about her when she was growing up, why the hell would they care now?
“They don’t; no one does anymore anyway.” Was all Caitrin could say and she turned her head away from Griflet, she wasn’t going to cry, after all what would be the point in that? She’d cried enough throughout her younger years to know that tears didn’t really get you anywhere, apart from a headache. So this was her, with all her bottled up emotions, and her lonely past. Of course the fact she had said no one care for her anymore was in reference to Helgund, but Griflet wouldn’t know that would he?
But why did they not care for her? Caitrin didn’t want to just say ‘because they don’t’ because that would have been the answer she’d have given at the age of six. She still wasn’t looking at Griflet and she closed her eyes for a moment, “They don’t care about me because I’m too...” Disrespectful? Headstrong? Disobedient? There were a wealth of words spinning round in her head to describe what her family thought of her and she didn’t finish off her sentence, she just remained very still, not wanting to continue her rant. She was too many negative things in the eyes of her family to give them justice in a few words. So, she moved her arms so they were hugging her sides and just stayed quiet, listening to the sound of the wind ripping through the trees, wishing she hadn’t said anything, wishing Griflet just wasn’t here, he wouldn’t have heard any of that then.
She did turn her head back to him finally as he smiled as she told him she cared for him. It was a genuine smile, and Caitrin found herself matching it. She didn’t want to be alone anymore, she wanted him to be with her for as long as their journey would take them; now she had someone who she could care for, and who could care for her.
Caitrin raised her eye brows as Griflet said she had just been the first woman in Camelot. She sat up slightly, one hand on her hip and kept her eye brows raised. “Well aren’t you lucky, because just look what you got on your first try.” Now it was her turn to wink at him and act confident, because that was what she did. She knew he was joking, or at least hoped he was joking. “As long as I am the last, I’m satisfied.” She then said and smirked down at him before resuming her position lying next to him.
After she questioned him on his family she noticed how quiet he had become; much like her silence earlier in the conversation. She wondered if she had hit a nerve, many people had things in their past they didn’t want to express to anyone, not even those who they had known for years. He rolled over onto his back and Caitrin shifted her position, so she laid her head on the flesh above his ribs so she was still looking up at him, but she just wanted him to know she was here in a way. She didn’t press him for an answer, and when he did reply it was short and sweet. Noticing the tone in his voice she didn’t chase him up on his answer straight away. Instead, she stayed with her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat softly before she spoke, “Seems like we both have family issues.” She gave a gentle smile, but didn’t laugh because of the tone in which he had spoken in.
Caitrin matched his chuckle as he spoke, she raised an eye brow and had to laugh again. It was the middle of the day, and they were in the middle of a field, he couldn’t be serious? She laughed again, and ran a hand though his hair, “It’s the middle of the day, someone will see.” She hated herself for having to be serious, but these were her Uncle’s lands, and she was part of the reputation for that. She certainly didn’t want the farmhands and the servants speaking about her affairs; her Uncle would be annoyed at her if he detected one part of her behaviour which had been badly done on his lands, in front of the servants.
The corner’s of her mouth twitched, and she formed a small smirk, they couldn’t do what they obviously wanted to do, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a bit of fun in the meantime did it? She raised her arms to Griflet’s back, running her fingers softly across his flesh, then used her hands to bring his body down so he was lying fully on top of her. She stopped for a moment to give him a quick wink and then, using all the strength she could muster, she pushed herself off the grass, and consequently ended up on top of Griflet.
She was slightly breathless, and grinned down at him, running a hand through her hair to lift it off her face. Perhaps she had managed to surprise him as he had surprised her. Her heart was racing again as her chest was now fully pressed up against his. She just set her eyes on him for a moments, just caught up in him, how handsome he was, how charming that smirk of his was, and how now she had his full attentions. She bit her lip again, running her tongue slowly on her bottom lip and lowered her lips down to his, but did not merge them, “It seems now that I have the advantage.” She teased and then kissed the tip of his nose softly, “Do you have a problem with that?”
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 24, 2011 16:45:13 GMT -5
Caitrin’s feelings of shock had now been replaced with ones of fear. She could have just ruined her life, and she couldn’t even remember how it had happened. Her head was still throbbing, she remembered sitting down to drink last night, and that was the last thing that was clear. Caitrin made a quick decision to never drink ever again, or at least not until her headache died down. Lord, this was worse than the headache she’d been given by the bandits sword yesterday. She looked up to him angrily, as if that was unusual, “I would not want your child if you were the last man on earth.” She hissed at him, biting back her angry tears. Oh God, she couldn’t have a child yet, she wasn’t married, especially the child of a man who would hardly be a part of her life. She was panicking, she knew she was panicking, but the situation demanded no less.
Caitrin couldn’t stand to even think about the possibility of her being pregnant any longer. The next month, until her next flux, was going to be unbearable, and then if it did not come, well she couldn’t even think about that. She could be disinherited or anything; she had no idea how her Uncle would react. Her eyes widened as he told her she could have enchanted him. No, she wasn’t going to sit here and take that, not here, not in Camelot. “When are you going to get it through your thick skull? I did nothing!” She didn’t care that insulting him wouldn’t help, she was angry and upset, and anyone who knew her would have known to stop by now, before she got any deeper into her anger.
She was glad at least he complied with her wishes and did turn around. She didn’t trust him not to look, and of course he had to make one comment didn’t he? So Caitrin quickly pulled her dress on over her head, quickly lacing it up at the back. It still felt moist from yesterday’s downpour which was a little irritating but she could change the dress when she got home; at least her cloak was dry. She didn’t grab it yet though, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She just wanted to go home, she wanted to leave and never see this man again. “Right you can turn around now.” She informed him, brushing down her dress as if that was going to help at all, she felt and looked awful. She looked up at Vortigern with quiet anger and loathing for the man who had landed her in this situation; how could he not accept he too was to blame?
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 24, 2011 15:02:07 GMT -5
 Caitrin continued to smile softly at Guinevère as she spoke. Caitrin wondered if the woman knew just how much people were talking about her, and Arthur’s intentions towards her. Caitrin had always been blessed with being on the outskirts of court, so she was never the topic of conversation which could only be a good thing. Caitrin had never been aware of Arthur’s affections towards Guinevère , even though she thought herself quite a close friend to the man. Then again, neither had she ever asked. Caitrin was sure as long as Guinevère ‘s intentions towards Arthur were as genuine as his appeared to be towards her, rather than just using him for hers and her brother’s advancements, then they would get along perfectly well.
Caitrin knew the knights around her had been the ones who had restored Camelot to the Pendragon rule, and as Guinevère had said, they were all incredibly brave. Even though there were still some who believed those who did not possess noble blood could not become knights, but if it were not for these men she supposed none of them would be sat here tonight, Camelot would not be safe and Arthur would still be in hiding, or worse. “They are.” Caitrin agreed confidently, “We should all be extremely proud of what they have done for Camelot.”
Caitrin was sure that if Guinevère had heard of her Uncle personally she wouldn’t think that it would be a pleasure to meet him. She was sure that her Uncle would not make an enemy of Guinevère though, especially if she was going to be their Queen one day. He had that much sense at least, “I am sure you will have the pleasure of meeting him eventually my Lady, he will make the journey to court eventually.” It was no secret Rouland de Archer despised court, he had little to gain from it so he found little point in it. Caitrin was still young and enjoyed the thrills of being in company, even though this dinner was a more formal affair than she was used to, she was still determined to enjoy herself.
Caitrin nodded at Guinevère’s question, “I do not live far from Camelot, so it was only a short trip.” She smiled to confirm her words. She’d enjoyed the fresh air that the ride to Camelot had brought, she knew it was time to move on from the past few week’s events, and her being here proved that she was moving on. “A little lonely though.” She admitted, of course her Uncle would have laughed at her if she’d have asked him to accompany her, but she supposed she could have asked Griflet. After all, they were betrothed now, and she even had the ring to prove it. She wasn’t sure now why she hadn’t asked him, she hadn’t wanted to bother him she supposed, and Arthur was her friend not Griflet’s so it made no sense to ask him to a dinner he hadn’t been invited to. That was her logic anyway. |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 24, 2011 13:14:13 GMT -5
 Caitrin smiled in a satisfied sort of way at Griflet’s words. “I’m glad someone does.” She found herself saying, and then her eyes widened as she realised what she’d said and felt like she wanted to just go back into herself. This wasn’t her, she was usually incredibly private, and she certainly didn’t tell anyone what bothered her. She wanted to take the words back, just take them back and then she could put her defences back up and pretend none of that had ever happened. She’d gone too far, she’d let him in to her feelings to much; she was sure of it. She just stayed very still for a few moments, she’d said it, there was no going back from that now she supposed.
Caitrin felt like she had been on her own with her feelings for so long that it was hard to imagine anyone actually truly caring for her. Her family certainly didn’t care an incredible amount for her wellbeing, but then again she wouldn’t be in Camelot if her father had truly ever cared about her happiness. The only person who had ever cared for her had been Helgund. It was silly, but Caitrin still could not get over the woman’s death; no one had understood their friendship, and she doubted that anyone ever would.
Caitrin knew she should believe Griflet, because everything about his actions reaffirmed that he did have feelings for her, and that he did care about her. She just wasn’t sure if she wanted to believe him. If she did then he would cross the threshold into her affections, like Helgund had done many years ago. What if he was lying and she had let her guard down for nothing? Caitrin wasn’t sure she could cope with another loss like her friendship with Helgund. Of course the nature of hers and Griflet’s relationship was different; it was still intimate on her emotions and something which she wasn’t used to experiencing.
She looked back at Griflet and considered him for a moment, he too seemed like he was letting his guard down, so why was she finding it so hard to do? Well, the answer was obvious, if you didn’t care about anyone else then they couldn’t hurt you when they left. But if you did care about them then their absence from your life, and emotions, would be heart-breaking. Her stomach was stirring again, as it always did when she looked up at Griff. She was starting to get annoyed with herself, she was Caitrin de Archer, she didn’t do this kind of thing, she had been so stubborn not to fall for his charms, had she not noticed that she had indeed been falling for them all this time?
The truth was, Caitrin did want to be cared for, and she had always wanted someone else to care for as well. She could pretend she was cold, and heartless and nothing more than a playful flirt, but her emotions ran deeper than that. She didn’t want to go through life completely isolated from everyone else emotionally, she had spent enough of her time like that already. So, went out on a whim, hoping this was the right man to trust, and gave Griflet a small smile. She raised a hand to brush her fingers past his cheek softly. “Well then Griff,” She began, finding the small strands of hair at the back of his neck and fiddling with them, “I would have to say then, that I care about you as well.” Her smile increase slightly as the confidence in her words grew, “Very much so.” There, that hadn’t been so hard had it? And she was sure that Griflet meant his words as she meant hers; completely truthfully.
Caitrin forced a small giggle out at Griflet’s next words, about her reasons for coming to Camelot. In truth she had always known her Uncle favoured her out of all his nieces and nephews, and it was the only alternative to not being wedded and bedded to put it crudely. She kept her smile on her face, both she and Griflet had been turned out of their home for very different reasons, but she still felt like he would understand what she had gone through to be taken from her home and put in a completely different Kingdom. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn’t, but she felt more comfortable speaking to Griflet about Mercia and her reasons for coming here than most at court. “And of course your reason for coming to Camelot was to find a woman who would constantly argue with you.” She gave him a soft wink and then began to think of home once more.
She had long ago decided that she had never fit in with her family in Mercia, they were all about duty and doing what was best for the family name. Caitrin had no interest in dishonouring the family name, but neither did she have any interest in bettering it by sacrificing her own happiness; she was selfish like that. She had been brought up in a household with little love, and it made her angry to see other noblewomen, and men, at court who had been brought up in loving homes. “Do you really hate your family?” She then asked him, recalling on his earlier words. She wondered how different their upbringings had been. She hated her family, but she had her reasons, true Griflet had told her he had been cut off, but Caitrin had a lifetime of offences against her to back up her feelings towards her family.
Caitrin couldn’t really think as Griflet started to run his lips across her skin. She put her head back, exposing more of her pale skin, and gave an involuntary sigh. Her pulse started to race and she closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying every part of his touch. He was flooding her senses, the feel of his body pressed up against hers, the way he smelt and the way she could still feel his lips on her skin even once they had been raised.
“Maybe.” Caitrin mused, biting her lip thoughtfully in answer to his question. She paused for a moment, just to see that anticipation on his face, she loved that part, before raising her lips to his neck. She trailed her lips along his warm skin slowly, leaving soft kisses along the way. She then raised one of her hands and brushed her fingers softly across the warm flesh of his chest. Her lips were still moving, and she nipped the skin of his neck slightly, and then moved her spare hand down from the top of his neck down to the small of his back. Two could play at this game. “But I think that my actions are better than your reasons, so I’d have to decline. Unless …you have any better reasons?” She bit her lip again, just for the effect, and the fun of it all, “You didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” |
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 23, 2011 18:59:21 GMT -5
Omg those are amazing! I love them so much (: You really have to start using them in our thread!
I might still be squeeing... I am not ashamed ;D
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 22, 2011 20:08:04 GMT -5
Caitrin found her familiar confident smirk form on her lips as Griflet spoke. She saw his eyes where they really should not be and she would have warned him off her if she hadn’t been returning the gaze. She was probably enjoying the view a bit too much but that didn’t matter and she raised her eyes at his words, “It is not, surprisingly.” She even managed a small laugh, honestly, what was he expecting her to do? Fall at his feet? Didn’t he know her better than that to know that would never happen? She would have replied to his words, but Simon had to go and interrupt them. Even from a different Kingdom her father had a habit of managing to screw up her life.
The first time Caitrin had met Griflet she had thought him to be that sort of man, and what his brother had said to her had not helped her suspicions one bit. She wouldn’t care if it was just some other noble who was courting her, but Griflet was different; she didn’t want him to be like everyone else. She placed her fingers on her stomach and drummed them against her dress idly, she had fiercely defended Griflet to his brother, and she still felt like she had done the right thing, but Lucan had laid the seed of doubt and it was proving hard to shift it.
She turned her head back to him as he spoke and her eyes widened as he admitted that she had been a conquest. A part of her wanted to get up and leave him here by himself and she bit back bitter tears. She had been right in the first place, and she should have trusted her judgement, but his choice of words made her stay; for now anyway. “Why not anymore?” She asked him softly, but there were tones of seriousness noted in her words and she was still speaking more quietly than she actually should be. She hadn’t let herself be conquered so it couldn’t be for that reason could it? She had inched herself slightly more towards him to close this gap between them, she needed just some small reassurance that he did care for her. She didn’t want to be just another woman in his life. Then she caught herself mid thought, suddenly realising how much she did want Griflet to just feel something towards her. She wasn’t as angry at him as she thought she would be at the fact that he had admitted she had been just a conquest at first, because she had suspected as much already. She did however just hang on for his reply, knowing what she wanted to hear.
Caitrin pressed her lips together but wasn’t altogether fazed at Griflet’s reaction to her grand revelation. Her previous engagement was something she thought about quite a lot, despite the small period in her life which it had occurred within. She had only been fourteen when she had been engaged to a man who was of her father’s age and status. Caitrin could still remember how she’d felt when he’d told her, of course she’d refused, and she’d had the bruise on her cheek to prove it. She was used to him being violent with her, but he’d never been that angry at her defiance before. She physically winced for a moment, she’d locked herself away from her family for days; she had even taken her meals in her room. The only time she’d come out was when her father had told her that her betrothed had died on the battlefield.
She looked back up at Griflet, who was unsurprisingly expecting an answer. “He betrothed me to some rich, old man.” She said, trying to make it sound dismissive but failing miserably. Still the prospect of what her life could have been like was niggling away in the back of her mind whenever she even thought about her betrothal. “I was only fourteen, but the man died before I even met him. And then I was given a choice, get sent here,” She gestured to her Uncle’s home, “Or stay in Mercia and get married to another obscure nobleman.” Of course Griflet wouldn’t know how conflicted she had actually been at the choice. He didn’t know she possessed magic, so the choice was to throw her life away and marry some noble, or get sent to Camelot with the possibility of being executed for who she was. She bit her lip nervously and downcast her eyes for a moment, she hadn’t been caught yet, but that was because she wasn’t stupid enough to even think about using magic overtly. She hated hiding that part of herself from the world, like she had to be ashamed of it.
Caitrin blinked and tried to push that little ordeal out of her memory. It was all in the past, and now she was here. Although she wouldn’t have believed it when she was fifteen and being sent here, she was happier here than she ever had been in Mercia. For one, it was an improvement her face wasn’t constantly being bruised, her Uncle didn’t believe in any of that apparently and she hadn’t complained. She turned her attentions back to the man in front of her and gave a soft smile, she was nineteen now, but still she felt the hurt from her early teenage years. The realisation that she really meant nothing to her father, and that she was just something to be passed around for the advancement of men still hurt her. She’d been too young to put this experience to good use, but as she had moved to Camelot she had found herself quite untrusting of men and their want, and need, of advancement and power. Then she had just started to use her teases, and her wit, to scare off suitors, to make them leave her with their tails between their legs and despise the day they even thought of wooing her.
Griflet however was different, he hadn’t even tried to leave her even though she had given him plenty of reason to. She’d rejected him physically and verbally in their first meeting, but he had still kept an eye out for her and spied her at the ball. He confused her, but intrigued her at the same time. He made her feel like she didn’t want to chase him away like she had done with the others, she wanted him to stay, and that was a completely alien feeling to her. She flickered her eyes over Griflet and felt the familiar flutter in her stomach as she locked her gaze with his. No, this wasn’t her. She didn’t do this kind of thing. She didn’t care what men thought of her, and she certainly didn’t fall for them.
She tried to just concentrate on him physically, instead of her conflicting feelings for him. She wasn’t going to let herself fall for him, her hand was still running along aimlessly on his back and she could have sworn she felt him shudder. She didn’t have time to tease him about it however because she suddenly felt her back hit the floor as Griflet moved on top of her. She smiled up at him, quite taken aback by his impulsiveness and felt her cheeks twinge with pink as he flashed his familiar smirk at her. She remained quite still as he ran his fingers down her arm and as he entwined their fingers together she squeezed his hand softly and gave him a gentle smile. She could still tell herself that she wasn’t falling for any of his charm, or the way he always flashed that grin of his at her, or the way he made her pulse flutter, but she wasn’t doing an amazing job at convincing herself.
Her heart began to race and she had to concentrate to keep her breathing steady as she raised her head off the grass, closer to his lips, just stopping them before the moment when they should have merged. Her free hand brushed down his back again and she was trying to ignore the tingle at the forefront of her fingers as she spoke, “Well this is one good thing.” She mused suggestively, gesturing to their current position, and drew back slightly, “Perhaps you could show me some others.” And now her hand was at the back of his neck, her eyes gleaming at him. She knew she shouldn’t want to feel this good with just a flash of his grin, or just from knowing all his attentions were on her, and only her; but she couldn’t help it. This wasn’t the plan, she wasn’t supposed to be falling for him; so why did it feel so good?
Notes:
1. This is appallingly long
2. I’ve just officially screwed up my own OC *squishes Cait*
3. The 1st section makes no sense to the rest of the post, I apologise.
Music: Hard to Believe- David Hodges (totally inspired this post)
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Post by Caitrin de Archer on Aug 22, 2011 15:27:57 GMT -5
Caitrin found her heart was thudding faster in her chest than it had been doing a few moments previous. It was blocking out the thudding in her head, her breathing was getting quicker as well. What had she done? She could feel her hands shaking, she didn’t want to admit it to herself but the physical evidence was too conclusive for there to be any other explanation. She looked up at Vortigern as he spoke and she raised her eye brows; was this man for real? Did he think himself that important to her that she would risk everything to get herself with his child?
“I have enough rank without getting myself with your bastard child.” She snarled back at him, she was trying not to shake so much. Oh god, if she was pregnant how would she explain it to anyone? She gulped slightly; she wouldn’t be telling anyone who the child’s father was, if she was indeed with child. She knew enough about the man to know he would deny it every step of the way. She glared at him, furious at his assumptions about her, “You speak about this as if I wanted it.” She was sick of that tone in his voice, as if this had all been part of her grand plan; in his dreams.
She held one of her hands in front of her, expressing her exasperation at him constantly saying this was her fault. She hadn’t done anything! She hadn’t drugged him, she couldn’t even remember how she had got here. What she had done was let this stupid, selfish, arrogant man take advantage of her after a few goblets of wine and she was completely furious at that fact. “I didn’t do anything, this isn’t my fault.” She spat back at him, “What did you do? You’re as much to blame as I am!”
It was her turn now, she just wanted to get her dress back on and gain a small bit of dignity at least. “Turn around.” She commanded him, he had done it with her and with this she just wanted him to comply instead of arguing with her, which is what he would probably do anyway. She grabbed her dress however, ready to quickly slip it on if he complied. She didn’t want him to even look at her anymore; she didn’t really want to look at herself either. She just felt ashamed she’d let this man take advantage of her.
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