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Post by Alistair on Sept 3, 2010 19:13:53 GMT -5
He noticed she remained silent, and he wondered why. He wanted her to be safe. He thought about giving her his knife but knew it was to big and bulky. What would the odds be of her having that when she needed it if she could not carry it with her. She would need something smaller then his larger ones.
"Don't run far, when you run. They will come up behind you; but if they are holding a knife on you then most times it's because there is someone with in range to help you."
He walked around her so he was in front of her. "How did your first kidnapper come at you?" He asked, trying to see what would both help her feel safer and do her the best good. He had to find things that would work with fighting someone stronger then her.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 3, 2010 11:34:57 GMT -5
After talks of babies he wonder if he should teach her how to fight. What if he hurt her? Or more ironically-what if he did need to kidnap her again. Even she had pointed out that was not exactly working for him. Still IF she was carrying his child he didn't want her helpless. Standing he walked over to where he had some space,.. ans was back off the river some.
He took a moment to think things through before pulling his dagger from his boot. Looking back at her, he used it to gestured for her to come to him. He would start off with something that had happened the day before. Once she got to him he would reach over and (with out hurting her) grab her by the neck and pull her to him. Turning her so that her back was to him and his dagger was near (but on on) her neck. That bastard who had cut her, was luckily he was dead.
"Time to learn." He told her, once she was close enough for his plan to work. He did as he planned to do, making sure he was not pinning her too tightly to him. "This looks familiar." He started, "from the day before." Hid fingers touches the cut on her neck. "To get out of his hold, put both hands over my arm that holds the knife, then use your heel to stomp down on the toe of my boot. Once you stomp down put the knife arm hard and away from you and run." He let go of her, not wanting her to stomp on his toes.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 3, 2010 0:26:26 GMT -5
Never have to deal with . . . . what? He stared at her with an almost unreadable expression for a long moment. She believe he would never have to deal with 'it'? it seemed that they would never quite be on the same page. Forever taking one step forward (usually that was when they were kissing) and four steps back (usually that was when he made the mistake of talking to her).
He could not even bring himself to reply to her. He only stood there staring down at her. For the moment it might be best for them to take a step back from the topic. He knew if he told her how he really felt, that it would make her so something 'princess' like and stupid. He was not going to let his child be raised with out him by his side. If he told her that, she might try to hide things from him.
He turned from her, and knelt down near the fire. He was no longer hungry but he knew, once they crossed the boarder he could not stop to hunt. He would have to eat now, or much later. The deer was tasteless and bad in his mouth, thanks to the thoughts in his head. Finally he spoke, "We will deal with what comes, if there is anything to deal with." And just in case she thought to do something 'princess' like; he turned to look at her over his shoulder and touched pace between his eyes with his finger in a quick gesture. "I will know."
His visions did not work that way, and he only truly ever saw death, but she would not know how they worked. Vaughn had known him for years and still did not understand. Vaughn would often ask 'do you see anything to help us?' and Alistair would always reply 'I only see you being an ass all night long.'. It had become something they often repeated. Vaughn seemed to think it was funny, anyway.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 23:16:11 GMT -5
Some people knew the right thing to say, at the right moment for the right effect on the right person. She was not one of these people. Bless her heart but she had just said the wrong thing, when he was already defensive and on top of it she was giggling! Really? There was nothing that said I think your silly more then a princess giggling at you! A giggle?!
He was very still. He grew that way at times, when he was attempting to control his emotions and not burst them out. It was a scary, calm sort of still when he was angry, and he was angry now.
She was going to do what with his child? "Good luck with that." He said in a slight sear, while knowing he'd die before he let some old, magic hating noble even think of raising his kid or touching his woman. He wasn't sure what he would do, but the risk of her getting kidnapped again--for a longer extended stay--were going to match the same risk of her caring his child. Druids belonged in druid homes, not hiding who they were in some cold castle miles from safely. Even if she could make sure druids were safe in Gwent, the child would never belong.
Suddenly that was he wanted more then anything. A son. Until last night he had never thought about children, but thinking about protecting a maybe child was enough to make him want a son. Someone he could raise to be a better man then he was. He knew the odds could be low that she would give him that son, and he did wasn't about to seek out a random woman just to have a son. Maybe one day there would be enough distance between his and these days that he could do it.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 22:29:40 GMT -5
Alistair crossed his arms and stood over her when she asked if he thought she was going to marry the young moron. Yes he was being slightly caveman in his defensive stand there but he was annoyed. Someone tried to kill her, someone hurt her and he was not only allowed to help but he had to go and sit back while she defended the young ass that she was going to marry.
He did not say anything for a long moment, before he turned from her and lifted the plate. "You need to eat, before it gets cold." Not that is was in danger of growing cold at the moment but he did not want to talk about things that--- "Last night we were exactly smart. If you find our your carrying my child, you will not be marrying my foes! No druid child is safe in that bloody castle!"
Any child of his was bound to be like him, and would be killed when discovered. Much less, the wrath the prince could put on her for bearing an heir was not his by blood!
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 21:36:00 GMT -5
He gave an annoyed growl, before standing and going over to pull the meat off the fire. He pulled it off, the stick and onto the single plate before sitting ti aside to cool for a second. "I will find out who it is." He promised her. And he would, there were not many druids brave enough to use magic that powerful in side the castle walls. They would be ones with personal connections; there would be a history.
And as for the pratty prince, "You speak highly of this prince. I wouldn't. His family is making to many foes. It will only bring war on his house." The boy had not said go kidnap her, but he had pretended to be a farmer, and spoke highly of the princess. Alistair's pride was damaged when it was reviled that the child was the prince and he had spoken ageist the royal family. So in return, Alistair kidnapped THAT princess, and stole Arthur's horse.
He had been planning to kidnap a noble women (or even a princess) anyway. When the boy seemed to favor 'the princess of Gwent' Alistair picked her.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 19:49:29 GMT -5
Damn her, he did not know which bait to take. He wanted the name of the one who hurt her. A druid did this to her? He would seek this druid out, have more the just words with them. Make sure they knew that he did not care if they killed the pratty little prince but the princess of Gwent was off limits. THEN she defended the arrogant prince!
He thought back to his meeting with the ass and how he spoke of her. Was that the man she was going to marry?! The hell he would sit back and watch that wedding happen! He'd make her a widow before Arthur could made her a wife! The lest she could do would be marry someone he did not know!
"I want the name of the druid, Princess." He did not like his kind causing trouble, much less hurting her. He would ignore the prince comment for now but soon they were going to have to have a heart to heart about that man.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 19:39:29 GMT -5
::Alistair::
It says 'Can Alistair post as Arthur? Can Alistair post as Alistair'? Well we know I can do the later, but can I do the former?
The young Prince of Camelot was a cheeky fellow. All his life he had everything he wanted, and until Merlin came to the kingdom he never questioned his manners, or his fathers word. Then this Merlin came to town and this first meeting went something like this . . . .
Arthur was enjoying him self! Just look at that overly thin man run and duck! Really, it was sad the way he would blink quickly and cringe every time a little bitty dagger him the board! It was not like Arthur often missed! Even then, to be stabbed by the prince should be an honor! Laughing with his friends, some of the younger knights under his command, Arthur watched as his personal servant tripped and fell over by some passerby's feet. 'I think he's had enough.'
Arthur (still amused) looked over at the tall, too thin and poor passerby with amused shock. He would speak to the prince that way? "What did you say?" He asked him, daring him t o say it again. 'He has had enough. You have had your fun my friend.' HE DID DARE! Arthur looked at the peasant for a moment before asking "Do I know you?" 'No, I'm Merlin,' He idiot held out his hand, but Arthur ignored it, "Yet you called me friend?"
The idiot looked at him with an arrogant smile, 'My mistake.' "Yes," 'I could never be friends with someone who is such a ass.' He said and started walking away. Not willing to let it go, Arthur called out to him. "Or I one who could be so stupid!" Coming up behind the man who had just stopped walking, Arthur calmly spoke; "Tell me Merlin . . . do you know how to walk on your knees?" 'No.' "Would you like me to teach you?" The idiot looked more arrogant. Did he really think he could beat the prince? 'I really wouldn't if I were you.' laughing Arthur thought this amusing, "Why? What are you going to do?" The idiot replied thinking he was so bad ass 'You have no idea.' Laughing still Arthur held his hands out, "Come one! Come on. Cooommmmmeeee ooonnnnn."
And then the idiot tried to swing a punch. Arthur grabbed the slow fist and twisted it around until the man was on his knees. 'Who do you think you are? The king?!' Did the ass not know who HE was? "No, it's his son . . .Arthur." He replied and singled the guards to come take him away.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 19:10:21 GMT -5
When she asked he he was going to do something she would like he did not reply. he had never lied about his end game. She would hear one day of the plot and know it was him. She'd be home by then, and it would be a rumor. But she'd know. It would not be a rumor.
When she kissed him the first time and then longer the second, he put his large hand on the back of her head to encourage her to linger. It was in these moments he wanted to ask her to stay for a day longer at lest. He knew better then to ask however, as it would only mean tomorrow he would want to ask for the same thing.
When she spoke of her kidnapping he shook his head, "No, I sent a letter to the young, and arrogant prince. They knew with in the hour you were mine." He replied, and then grew silent. And still. Slowly his eyes turned from the relaxed manner to narrowed. "This is not your first adventure, is it?" Kidnapping a princess wasn't an original idea, but he did not like the idea of another getting his hands on her. He knew the food was done, but he did not allow her to move from his arms even to lean back. He wanted an answer. He wanted a name.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 18:13:06 GMT -5
He did not look at her when she looked up at him in a pleased way; but it was easy to see he was amused by her comment. "It was a little to easy this time. I like a challenge." He joked, "Besides, We went for embarrassment this time. Soon we will go for the prize."
Uther Pendragon. If Alistair could get his hands on that bastard he would end it all. He would have the power in his hands to end all the suffering. Not by killing him, oh no. If a druid killed the king there would never be peace. However, he had a plan. One that would both avenge his parents, and bring a turn the war.
He looked down at her finally, he face was not quite joking. "Should you ever get kidnapped again; don't try to run. Do whatever you have to do to keep your self safe. But stay there." His voice grew more serious as he went on. "Word travels quickly when a noble is kidnapped. With in a day the neighboring kingdoms will know. I will come for you." He would not let anyone hurt her.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 16:32:51 GMT -5
::alistair::
Everything was going to plan. The men were fighting, and some were dying. Alistair fell back in the battle, and watched it happen for a long moment. This was something he wished he could avoid. The death of men. Pointless bloodshed. Still, they were going after the king, and they knew it would take effort.
He looked over at the king, who was having trouble with his horse. Alistair kicked his own animal into a run, and went over to grab the reins, calming the beast. Holding the reins, he spoke. "We must get you away from the battle! Come!" He said as he pulled on the reins not giving the king a chance to respond. Alistair glanced up at the hill, to make sure Vaughn would see them part from the group and know to meet up with him. Leave the other men wondering where they went.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 16:22:28 GMT -5
Alistair understood, in a way. She had not trusted him to be able to let her go. He sat there silently, letting the words roll around in his mind before deciding he didn't know what to say. He could understand not wanting to be a prisoner, and had assumed that was what it was. Could still be apart of it.
He laced his fingers with her's when she covered his hands, but still did not reply. It seemed most of the things they should have said, was better left unsaid. With a short amount of time they had, they could not fit a life time into it.
"You'll be at the castle before midnight tonight." He promised her, knowing that even if he stalled them an hour here, and they made them way slowly over the rocky ground that midnight would give them plenty of time. Knowing the food would be done soon, he decided now was as good as any time to began teaching her. "Once you have gotten something to eat, I want to spend some time showing you how to defend your self. So the next idiot who tries to take advantage of you or kidnap you will not be so lucky. We can spare an hour, or so. "
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 11:36:02 GMT -5
Alistair was still chuckling when she came over to him. The didn't really want to lace her up, for that meant it would be time to go sooner. However he could not let her walk around naked. "Madness." He muttered to him self, while lacing her dress closed. His fingers trailed over her as he did so, knowing this would be the last time he could touch her. Once he was done he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "Will you answer something for me?"
With her back to him he sat down, so she was on his lap. He rested his head overs hers and was still surprised at how soft her hair was after days in the woods. While he had a few women in his past none of then had been there long and he never thought back to then. He would think about of soft their skin was or how strong their temper might be, or even how much they smelled like heaven.
He could still see her face, full of worry when she had opened the door in the castle and looked at him. That gave him an idea for how to stall then for a hour but he knew better to do it long. Stalling would only drag out the goodbye. "Why did you run?"
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 1:14:25 GMT -5
Alistair could tell by how she looked she would not be taking this well. would be hard on them both, but for her it was different. She had rules that she had to follow. Some of which he didn't even know but the ones he did did not including being nude under the stars and swimming naked with a man you had only meet a few days ago. He did not like the idea of her hurt, or in trouble.
He would have to keep a close eye on Gwent. If she needed him, he'd come to be here. If not then this was goodbye. Alistair found a few smaller creatures (making sure none of them were bunnies) and made sure to get all the dirty work done before taking the meat part back to camp.
He was going to pretend it did not happen. Last night did not happen.
Not in the cold way of bulling her again but he was not going to talk to her about it until later. Let them put some distance between last night and this morning. Let their minds cool a bit before they brought up things that would get them no where.
Arriving back at camp, he used the same sticks as last night to put meat on to cook. He had to get a few more sticks, as he had more meat this time but shortly they would have some food. He had not looked at her, but now he did. The laces again. As if that was the ice breaker he started laughing. They never won did they? "Come here, Princess."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 0:21:52 GMT -5
Alistair wondered what she was thinking about, but wasn't going to ask. Tonight wasn't the night for questions. He was not going to waste it on asking about things to come, or telling her about the stars. When she leaned down to kiss him, he rolled them both over and kept them from thinking about anything until well past dawn.
By morning the pain in his shoulder was still sharp but not enough to make him feel weak. As long as he was careful and did use it, he would be fine. Silently he went back to where they had left their clothing, dressed and brought her dress back to her. Today was the day that he would start bring her home. It was their last day together.
He however, had one last thing to give her before he left her go. "Princess, I am going hunting; we will need food before we travel and it will give you some privacy. Don't leave this spot." He watched her for a moment, waiting for her promise before walking away.
He knew he needed to make sure she was going to be ok, but he was not sure how to do that with words. There was another thing. If last night had resulted in a child that would complicate everything more. He needed to make sure she knew, that any child that might come from this would be well taken care of. The druid way. Not the noble 'put them with nuns' way.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 2, 2010 0:08:32 GMT -5
TWO WEEKS! Yeah! I wonder how long before it will be on-line for the American watchers. (Or Canadian ones)??
I found these photos from the first ep of S3 over @ Merlin's Keep
AND: Season 3 - Episode 2
The Great Dragon has rescued Merlin in the nick of time and uses a powerful enchantment to heal him of the serket's poison, as the drama based on the legend of King Arthur continues. But as the young warlock recovers, Morgana and Morgause are free to step up their plans for the invasion of Camelot.
Morgause continues her manipulation of Cenred, as he prepares to launch an attack on the citadel, but Cenred knows he cannot take the castle alone. Morgause promises him that they have an ally within King Uther's court who will ensure they win the day – no one can fight a battle on two fronts. Morgause gives Morgana a powerfully enchanted rowan staff to aid her in her magical treachery. King Uther is still unable to rule as he recovers from the enchantment inflicted by the mandrake root. So, as Cenred's army attacks the citadel, Camelot's fate now rests on Arthur's shoulders. The young prince and his men fight bravely but, just as they think the tide might turn, Morgana plays her deadly card. In the vaults beneath Camelot she uses the rowan staff to summon a skeleton army to wreak havoc within the castle walls.
Arthur and his men cannot hold off both an army of the living and an army of the dead. Merlin knows that their only hope is for him to stop Morgana and vanquish the enemy within. Will he be able to do so without revealing his own magical powers?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 23:46:25 GMT -5
He looked up at the stars while thinking over the stories. "According to one legend they are fallen warriors. If you are faithful to your heart, and fight with honor in your life then you will join your brethren there. There is peace and no wars to to be fought." It was the one he hoped for in times where he'd seen enough killing.
"Another story says they are love ones who have yet to pass into the Avalon. They stay there, wait for their lovers or families to join them so they all travel together." All the stories he had began with the death of someone. The bright stars, were signs of peace. It was why he was drawn to looking at them. There were times when he wondered why he was here, he had no one in his life and nothing to bid him to here. He had felt like he was just waiting to die and move on. Then he had decided to do something, find something to live for. Fighting for the druids in Camelot had been that thing. "Only rarely to they touch each other;" He spoke as his hand trailed up her arm to cup her shoulder and hold her close. "That how you know the lovers from the ones waiting."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 23:27:13 GMT -5
S for the Snakes on Valiant's shield
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 23:05:38 GMT -5
Don't think. That was the plan. If he did not think then he did not have to remind him self that he did not break every rule he had made. (again). Really, how had he gone from no more kissing to naked under the stars with her? What were the rules for deflowering princesses? That was a big thing for nobles, wasn't? Their bride's purity when wedded? What would happen now?
No! don't think, damn it. Thinking was bad. Where was his pants? Alistair closed his eyes and took a deep breath to still his thoughts. The passion from moments ago that had lasted all afternoon and into the night was wearing off. Tomorrow he would have to began taking her back. He didn't want to, he wanted to drag her deeper into the woods but he could not do that to her. He had to take her home, had to let her go. He had to fight this war he started. he'd known this would not end well. One day, she'd attend his beheading. That was how druids died. "I like the stars." he spoke softly, while he looked up at them. "I like the stories they tell."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 22:02:40 GMT -5
They were both out of their bloody minds.
When she started to move away he reached out under the water and grabbed her leg, not letting her get far. She started this, she wasn't allowed to back out. Not this time. It was time to stop dancing out this. Either way they were damned.
He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, being her flush ageist him in the water. he did not look down, just into her eyes. He wasn't ready to let her back out but still. . . . he wasn't Vaughn. "Either tell me to stop now and run to shore, damn us both and kiss me." Either way the maddness had to end.
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