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Post by isadora on Jan 4, 2012 1:36:07 GMT -5
Of course I do! But which one to choose?! Hmmm.... [/color]
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Post by isadora on Jan 4, 2012 1:06:07 GMT -5
Don't forget to have kidnapping as a kink! Isadora volunteers to be the spokesperson for kinky kidnappings. xP [/color]
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Post by isadora on Jan 3, 2012 23:50:38 GMT -5
Isadora's brow furrowed at his explanation, was that supposed to make sense? "Why were you on a roof?" It might not seem like the most important thing right now...but if the midwife were to be believed, then they were going to be here for a while yet, and she wanted him to distract her. It didn't hurt (much) for the moment, so she might as well find out what on earth had compelled her husband to climb up onto a roof, today of all days.
Her eyes narrowed when he told her to leave the women alone, glancing past him to the women, who she decided to leave alone for the time being. Why abuse them when he was a willing victim? And he deserved it. Yes, yes he did, this was clearly all his fault, her soon-to-be-unpregnant brain kept telling her. "I want the pillow back." She stated in response, then added, "unless you want to give me something heavier to hit you with." He did say anything. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Jan 3, 2012 22:33:47 GMT -5
- YOU MARRY: Doddery Old Man Merlin (SCORE!)
- YOU ARE A: Healer
- HOBBY: Derping around
- CHILDREN: Five >.o
- KINK: George and...breakfast? o.O
- DEATH: Childbirth (AGAIN?!)
Good gravy Arthur, how many wives do you have?! Going a little Henry VIII, I see.
But that's an awesome idea, Gwen!
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Post by isadora on Jan 1, 2012 23:39:59 GMT -5
- You marry: Arthur
- You are a: Sorceror
- Hobby: Saving Arthur
- Children: Twins
- Kink: Gwen's Boobs
- Death: Childbirth
[/li][/ul] I always knew children would be the death of me.
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Post by isadora on Dec 24, 2011 0:22:42 GMT -5
Isadora's screams echoed through the halls of the castle, startling anyone who wasn't already aware of what was going on. By the time Alistair burst through the door, almost bowling over the servant who was stationed outside to send the curious onlookers on their way, she had collapsed back onto the pillows, trying to take deep breaths as the midwife kept encouraging her to do. She looked up in surprise when she heard the door open with quite a clatter, smiling weakly when she saw who it was. Yeah, he better have run all the way here.
"Alistair," she said in return when he said her name, then reached over and grabbed one of the unsuspecting pillows resting next to her, swinging it up with as much force as she could muster to whack him in the face. "You're late," she growled, switching in an instant from being glad to see him to pissed that he hadn't been here sooner. Under the circumstances, she didn't see anything wrong with that.
It was only after that she noticed the scandalized look on the midwife's face at having a man in the birthing room, and the woman looked as though she might say something, until Isadora turned her wrath on her, shooting her a withering glare that would stop even the bravest knight dead in his tracks. "He stays." She growled with a finality that just dared the woman to argue. It might be unconventional....but Isadora didn't care. He had inflicted this on her. He should be here to suffer through it with her. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 23, 2011 23:49:36 GMT -5
Isadora wasn't trying to brag about Sir Garrett's accomplishments, but rather indicate who he was and why he was deserving of Alistair's respect. And she was certain that when he had his memories, Alistair did respect Garrett, because he was good at what he did and what he did was keep the royal family of Gwent safe; his family. And Garrett had never opposed their union, as long as it was what Isadora wanted; he'd even defended them verbally when others would have criticized them.
"You like Sir Garrett, I should add." She tossed in, just for good measure, and partially to annoy him as they started to walk down towards the castle courtyard. "He's a good man, despite what you think about knights." The old Alistair would still hate knights...hell, even with all his memories he wasn't crazy about the majority of them. But he could be civil, especially towards those he liked. And Isadora was convinced that Alistair did like Garrett...whether she was deluding herself or not.
Rather than being annoyed when he called her princess, she smiled, casting a quick glance at him, then she started giggling. Sabina followed her lead, more because she liked mimicking her mother than because she actually found anything amusing, and soon both princesses were giggling away. Same old Alistair as ever, she supposed, feeling more hopeful suddenly. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 21, 2011 17:52:02 GMT -5
Isadora didn't know what else she could say, or do to help her friend. It was obvious now that she wasn't going to be able to talk him out of this banishment...and she wasn't even sure she wanted to anymore. She had been so sure when she came here that she should convince him to forgive her, that this could be a thing fixed with words alone; but maybe this wasn't one of those things. It was heartbreaking to look into his eyes and see the pain there.
Even in the dim light, she could see the tears glistening in his eyes, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep it from trembling. She hated to see him in such pain, even moreso since she knew there was nothing she could do about it. "Oh, Arthur," she murmured when he begged her not to apologize, his tears and vulnerability bringing out the maternal instincts in her and knocking out any sense of propriety that may have been holding her back.
Stepping closer to him, she reached out to embrace him, much the same way she would her own wailing daughter when she would have nightmares...even if he was much bigger than little Sabina. "It's okay...it's all going to be okay." She murmured reassuringly, she knew it might not seem that way now, but eventually...this too would pass. "Everything will work out in the end, Arthur." She had to believe it, and she wanted him to believe it too. If he and Gwen were not meant to be together, then he would find someone else. He would find the one he was meant to be with. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 21, 2011 0:28:17 GMT -5
Ohmigosh THAAAAANK YOU! I love that gif, and the colors are perfect! That shade of blue is exactly the color of Gwent, so it's fantastic! Thanks so much, Santa! ^^ [/size][/color]
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Post by isadora on Dec 20, 2011 3:01:43 GMT -5
"Where -is- he?!" Isadora demanded with frustration of the frazzled looking servant who had just poked her head into the room to report that the prince was no where to be found in the castle, and no one seemed to have any idea where her beloved husband could be found. The baby was earlier than the healers had predicted, but that was mostly because they thought the baby had been conceived a full month later than it actually had been; but Isadora was very ready to have this baby out of her.
She wasn't ready for the pain that came along with that. She cried out wordlessly as the pain from another contraction ripped through her; all this, and the midwife kept insisting that they still had a long way to go, and telling her to take nice, deep breaths. Isadora tried to obey, but the woman's calm seemed to be having the opposite effect on her, making her want to tear her stupid serene head off if she tried to tell her not to worry one more time.
"Go. Find. Him." Isadora ordered harshly, she didn't care if Alistair was wandering out in the woods, if they didn't find him before this baby was born, someone's head really was going to get torn off.
When the poor servant eventually managed to track down the druid, it was with relief and complete breathlessness that she greeted him, trying to catch her breath and speak all at once. She was terrified of what would happen if she didn't deliver her message quickly enough; the princess definitely had a homicidal gleam in her eye when she'd ordered her to find her husband. "Sire....I've just come....it's very important...you have to go to....well, you see, not that I'm ordering you, or anything, Sire, it's actually the princess...she's very angry...but that's not the point, what I mean to say...Sire, you need to go to the castle at once." She stammered out in between breaths, trying to make sense of her scattered message. "The baby's coming." She finally managed to summarize it in a way that made sense. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 20, 2011 2:26:30 GMT -5
And now he was blaming her for everything. He had changed his whole life for her, it was true, but he had done it of his own accord. It had been her idea for him to pose as a knight, but he had agreed to it. He had done everything he needed to in order to make it work, of his own free will. She hadn't forced this life on him! "You chose this. All of it." She pointed out; maybe not explicitly, but he had chosen this life when he chose her.
And even when he explained, he barely did at all. If he had not done what? Of course, trying to get an explanation out of him was like pulling teeth. "Which was what? I'm so sick of riddles and one-word answers! You're the one who says there should be no secrets between us, but you won't tell me anything!" Not even how he'd been hurt or why. He said he was doing it to protect her, but to protect her from what? She hated that he wouldn't tell her.
And then he was walking towards the door. Bloody typical. She wanted to storm off, too, but there wasn't anywhere for her to storm off to, not when they were so far from home. She took a step forward. "And now you're just leaving again? Fine, go then, but don't-" her words were halted by a sudden dizzy spell, losing focus, she reached out a hand to steady herself on the chair he'd just vacated and concentrated on not falling over as her head swam. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 20, 2011 1:34:00 GMT -5
Isadora looked up sharply when he grabbed her arm to push her back, her brow furrowing in confusion and frustration as he got up and hobbled away. It took her a minute to determine what she had done to make him so angry that he would suffer the obviosu pain it took him to rise and attempt to storm off. But she was still angry enough that she didn't really care. She had said it in a moment of anger and hadn't really thought about it...but it was true."What do you think would happen if you died?" She demanded, angry that he'd put his life in danger, and for what? Something he wouldn't even tell her about.
"Maybe you should think about that next time before you rush off to get yourself killed." She bit out, in no mood to entertain his temper tantrum. She had spent the whole evening worrying that he might be dead, and now he came back and while he was too injured to even tell her what happened, he was in good enough condition to be angry with her? She didn't care if she'd meant to make him angry. She had every right to be mad with him! She felt tears of anger welling up in her eyes, and she turned away from him to face the fireplace, folding her arms over her chest. What was wrong with her? She never cried this easily! [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 20, 2011 0:45:39 GMT -5
Isadora was still looking down at the baby when Alistair asked his question, and she didn't look up while she thought about it, still making faces at Sabina and watching with amusement as the little girl tried to mimic them. "At this hour, he'd be in the training yard with the recruits. Sir Garrett is the Knight-Commander, and the King's Champion." Only the king could choose his champion, so it would likely be Garrett until her father passed away.
Rearranging the baby in her arms, she stood up, gesturing for Alistair to follow her. "I'll show you the way." She offered, she'd have to feed the baby soon, but she could do that while Alistair was interrogating Sir Garrett. She felt bad for siccing the old Alistair on him, but she had little other choice; she hadn't gotten a good description of him from Garrett, as she'd expected Alistair would tell her more. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 20, 2011 0:16:43 GMT -5
Isadora knew how he would react to the idea of seeing a healer, but she rolled her tear-filled eyes nonetheless. And he wouldn't answer her questions either, which was just typical. "I'm no healer," she argued, sure, she could take care of him in emergencies, but when there was a real physician around they could turn to, she'd eagerly use their expertise over her limited knowledge. She knew how to make herbal teas and bandage injuries, and she'd picked up on what she'd seen others do, but she didn't know how to tell if he was going to die or not! If he'd need surgery, even! And she certainly couldn't perform it if he did.
She glared at him stubbornly, then dropped his hands with a frustrated sigh and went to gather some candles. Damn stupid man. "If you die I'm marrying a nobleman and letting him raise your son." She threatened angrily, she knew that would test his patience, and she didn't care if he was already in pain. She'd never forgive him if he died, but not as much as she'd never forgive herself for letting him die.
Once she had the candles so that she'd have enough light to see, she knelt before him again, and started removing his armor. She tried to be gentle...for the most part. But it was somewhat difficult when she was still angry at him for forcing her to do this instead of letting a trained professional look after him. "Tell me what happened." She made it clear she wasn't asking this time, if she had to play doctor, he was going to at least tell her how he'd been so hurt....or suffer the consequences. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 17, 2011 1:05:54 GMT -5
Isadora wasn't surprised that he didn't bother to look over or even stop pacing as he replied, nor was she surprised by the curtness of his reply. "We'll have to get whatever they took back...and destroy it." Which would mean they'd have to find whoever did this. Well....at least they knew what they had done, and how to undo it. It still left them with figuring out who had done it. Who could get close enough to Alistair to take his pendant without him noticing?
He wasn't someone who was easy to catch off guard, so she didn't imagine that it would be very easy for someone to just take it. She knew she didn't pay enough attention to little details like that to notice when he had stopped wearing it...or did she? "A few nights ago, you came to bed with a bruised jaw." He wouldn't tell her who had given it to him, just said it wasn't important. "Sir Garrett told me you got into a fight with someone in town, a drifter." He hadn't known who it was, either. "Maybe he took it, when you were fighting?" She suggested, if they found the man he'd been fighting with, maybe they could sort this out.
Sabina woke up, mewling softly as she blinked against the light in the library and kicking her little feet. Isadora looked down at her and smiled, rocking her gently as she woke up. "Morning, sleepy." She cooed softly, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead affectionately. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 16, 2011 18:36:02 GMT -5
His lips tasted of ash and blood when he kissed her, and after he leaned back to rest, she sat back, her expression one of horror. Where had he been? How had he been hurt like this? Looking at him, she could feel tears welling up in her eyes unbidden, and she tried to blink them away. She didn't usually cry over things like this...then again, it wasn't so often that Alistair returned to her looking like he was on death's doorstep these days.
"I was so worried about you," she murmured, her tears filling over and rolling down her cheeks. What had been so important he'd rushed off and gotten himself beaten black and bloody over? "Who was that man? Did he do this to you?" He didn't even seem to have the strength to speak, which worried Isadora the most. Sure, he was alive now, but how could she tell that he wasn't about to die? "We have to take you to the physician."
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood up, taking his hands but not daring to pull in case she would hurt him worse. Camelot's physician was famous for his skill and talent, and while she knew that Alistair wouldn't want to see him, she was worried about how hurt he was, and what damage there was that she couldn't see. "Please?" [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 16, 2011 3:46:00 GMT -5
Isadora didn't respond to Arthur's assertion that Alistair should never have done that to her...she might agree, but if he hadn't, would she ever have met him? It was worth it, to be with him now, but if they really were meant to be as Alistair always insisted, then they would have gotten together another way. Even so, she wouldn't argue with Arthur, or agree with him. With the issue at hand, that discussion was neither here nor there.
But at his next question, she couldn't remain silent. Since they had fallen in love, Alistair had never done anything to betray her. He'd angered her on many, many occasions...but he'd never betrayed her. Never so much as glanced at another woman, or expressed any desire to be without her. He'd changed his whole life for her. And he'd considered her his wife since long before she had made it official. She shook her head, frowning. "No, he has not." She answered simply, aware that she didn't quite understand what he was going through.
When Alistair had been gone for a year, Isadora had only hoped that Alistair didn't love her, because if he did, she thought that it had to mean he was dead, and she couldn't bear that. She had been so heartbroken, but even though he didn't return, she held out hope that he wasn't dead, and that he would be back soon. And he had. But that wasn't really Alistair's fault; he hadn't actually betrayed her, he had been kept away from her against his will.
She was surprised when Arthur tried to assure her that she wasn't selfish; her eyes widening slightly, and she looked up at him with confusion. She'd thought he'd tell her that was madness; that ruling the country was her duty and responsibility and she couldn't let her personal feelings interfere with that. It was what she repeatedly told herself, even though she knew she'd ignore that sense of responsibility if she found herself in a position to choose. Her family would always come first.
She was even more surprised to learn that he had already been in a position to choose, and that he had chosen Guinevère. Obviously, he'd found some way to avert his father's decision, but it was a shocking revelation nonetheless. She found her arguments melting away, because he was right. She couldn't understand what he was going through, and the more she tried to convince him, the more she came to think he might be right. Maybe for them...this was right. Maybe they weren't like she and Alistair....maybe they just weren't meant to be.
When he finished, she had no more words. She couldn't change his mind, that much was obvious, and while she hated to admit it, she wasn't sure if she even should. They were in love...but love didn't always mean forever. She looked at him imploringly, her heart breaking. "Arthur," she finally said, giving a sigh. "I'm so sorry." She apologized again to show her sympathy, she didn't know what else she could say or do, but he knew she was there if he needed her. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 14, 2011 1:32:09 GMT -5
You two...I think Uther said it best.
Have you some kind of mental affliction?
J/K LOVE YOU (please don't kill me)!!!! [/color]
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Post by isadora on Dec 11, 2011 15:04:23 GMT -5
She heard the muffled sounds of the guards addressing someone outside her room, louder than their usual whispered chatter to keep one another awake on duty. And she recognized Alistair's voice responding to them, deep but quiet enough so she couldn't quite make out the words. She sat up, immediate relief flooding through her, and she closed her eyes and murmured words of thanks under her breath. That was before the anger set in. What was he doing coming to her room in the middle of the night? She hadn't explicitly told him not to, but shouldn't that be common sense?
She curled her legs under her, waiting for him to come to her before she got mad at him, but he didn't come to the bed. Instead, he went to the dying fire and took a seat before the hearth, and her confusion turned to panic when she heard the pained expletive that came from his mouth. Without a further second of hesitation, she climbed out of bed and hurried to the fireside. "Alistair?" She uttered as she approached, her eyes widening as she saw the state of his clothing and assessing the state of him.
"What happened? Are you all right?" Her voice rose with increasing anxiety, and she knelt before him to get a better look at him, to make sure he was still more or less intact. With both hands she reached up to cup his face, making him look down into her eyes so that she could make sure he was okay. At least he was alive. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 11, 2011 1:57:31 GMT -5
Isadora did her best to ignore his pacing, even though everytime his back was turned she had to fight against the temptation to steal a glance at him, just to reassure herself that he wasn't about to bolt out the door. Not that he needed to bolt; she'd said he could leave if he wished, and she meant it. It would break her heart into a million tiny pieces, but she wouldn't stop him. So far, she was just really happy he'd stayed.
It was lucky that Sabina was still sleepy, since Isadora wasn't sure she'd be able to ignore her amnesiac husband, find out what had caused his amnesia, and amuse her infant daughter all at once. She pored over the texts, trying to find what she needed before Alistair got tired of waiting or Sabina decided to wake up. She wasn't quite sure how long they'd been there when she finally found something that seemed worthwhile...a spell to steal memories.
"I think I found something...a memory stealing spell." she said, looking up at him. "It says here that they would have needed something of yours...something important to you." She wondered what they would have taken; what was important to him that they could have stolen? "Something related to the memories they took." Alistair didn't place a lot of attachment on material things; she looked down at his hand, eyes searching for the metal band she'd grown used to seeing there. It wasn't out of place.
Alistair's wedding band was simple, but ornate. Silver, engraved with a pattern of interwoven lines that ran endlessly into one another along the outside of the ring in the shape of a knot design he'd shown her, the symbol for marriage. The metal was the same as the ring she wore, only her ring was thinner, and tapered away from a large sapphire, but the symbol carved into it was the same as his. They were symbolic of melding their very different lives together, and they were both right where they belonged. She sighed, her eyes journeying back up to his face as she considered what else he had that would qualify for such a spell.
It occurred to her suddenly, and her eyes went to his throat, only noticing now that it was uncharacteristically bare. "Where's your pendant?" She asked suddenly, her eyes going to his face, before she realized he may need more explanation than that. "There's a chain that you always wear around your neck. Did you take it off?" He wouldn't have taken it off while he still had his memories, so if he removed it, he ought to remember doing so. But if it was that...then who would have had the opportunity to take it? [/size]
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