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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 21:33:14 GMT -5
She was out of her bloody mind.
That was the only reason she would do this to him.
Out. Of. Her. Mind.
Had she not just betrayed him with a kiss, hours before he might had taken the bait and dived right in with her. As it was he was NOT stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. At lest not this close together. When he heard her speak, he had looked over and opened his mouth to tell her, No; No you will not. However buy the time his eyes saw her and his mind caught up with his . . . . interested parts, it was to late. She was naked in the water just yards away!
He turned his back to her, and shot an annoyed glare at anything in his sight. Who the hell did he kill in another life to earn this? He needed to tell her to put her damn clothing back on. Right now! Yes, that is what he was going to do! He turned around, to tell her. He wasn't sure why he needed to walk closer to tell her, but he did. He wasn't even sure why he had to get into the water to tell her, but he did. Before he knew it, he was there. In the pool. With her. So much for his rules.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 20:36:34 GMT -5
They had traded places. Now he was talking and she was telling him to shut up and then ignoring him. No, not ironic at all. After a long moment be picked up the fish and finished eating it. He had sort of, unofficially decided to forgive her for running away but not forget, and to not trust completely. She was NOT leaving his side again, and there would be NO kissing.
He finished his fish and then used his good arm to push off the rock so he could stand. It hurt when the muscles moved and stretched but one he was standing the pain was slipping away. As long as he was not moving his shoulder, and most of his back he would be ok. By tomorrow he could try hunting for something more then fish.
He walked to the water's edge and stood there for a moment, looking out over the water. Tomorrow they would also have to cover allot of ground. With him injured it might take longer, she might get home almost a day late. Half a day maybe. Depends on how long it took them.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 19:53:41 GMT -5
When she turned into him, he only chuckled. Shut up and head his damn fish. Yeah, she was getting bossy. She would control that husband of her's. She'd have him on such a tight rope that it would make what he was doing to her look tame. Poor bastard.
He used his good hand to take life the fish and take a bite before putting it down again. "It's only fair." He admitted, knowing this was just another mistake. This whole set up was another plot to get him to do something; it had to be. Still, his guard was up. "Had I been thinking clear last night, none of this would have happened."
It was as close as she was getting to him admitting he was not thinking with a clear head here. When she was around, all he saw was her. All he knew was her. He had made it over 30 years with out a woman complicating things for him. Then all in the same week, he declared a personal war ageist the king, kidnapped the princess and got distracted off the first goal he'd ever made just for him.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 19:26:44 GMT -5
Her answer gave him pause. He clouded her judgment? He was considering things? Once she was done he sat there thinking for a moment. She she offered the fish to him, he shook his head. She caught it, she killed it, she cooked it. She could eat it. "Is that what I do? Cloud your judgment?" He asked, finding the idea slightly appealing.
If he had just opened her eyes, made her think, gave her pause, then this would be worth it. This whole experience would be worth it. He knew his emotions were not easily controlled and judging by her sigh she was getting tired of them. However when you never had to hide them from anyone (as there was never anyone around) you did not learn to hold them close to you.
If she rethought her ideals of magic she could save so many people. Gwent could be a safe place for Druids. Not for him, he had just invited trouble by kidnapping her, but for others. They could live with out fear that the knights were coming to kill their children. He did not doubt she would control her husband (if Alistair let the man live that lone), so she could become the hope from his kind.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 18:16:48 GMT -5
He noticed her avoiding his gaze and her pause. She could have been doing something that made her pause but it was to timed to be something else. He looked away and gave a small shake of his head. She would forever hate druids, and he would be forever a druid. It was almost disheartening.
"I don't know much about region but I don't think you get damned for saving a life. Only for taking one." He said, in a slightly annoyed tone. She had seen how magic hurt a few people, and so it was all evil. Seeing how it healed her, and saved him however made their act of saving them damning.
he didn't say more, just sat there in silence trying to ignore that she was behind him helping him. He embarrassed the good in magic, and the natural side of life. She hated everything he loved. How did knowing that, still make him want her around?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 17:34:51 GMT -5
Alistair gave a nod of his head while the fish cooked. It would not be much but it would do until he could find something later for them. He sat there, ready to let her do what she must to nurse him. He wondered why he was healing quickly, then assumed that if she made use of everything else in his bag she would have used the pouch Marc gave him. Whatever Marc have given him must be enhanced by an spell.
How would she feel about that, he wondered. "A wound like mine, should have put me out for good long while. It should have taken days to be able to have enough strength to sit up." He watched her face, "How does it feel to know you used your first bit of magic? The heal a druid of all people?"
He did not ask coldly, but there was something lacking in his tone. It as as if he was trying to hide whatever he was thinking or feeling at the moment. He did not know for sure, Marc had used magic to make it more powerful, or work quicker but how else would you explain it?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 16:42:09 GMT -5
Alistair was in a dreamless rest when he heard a yelp, or a sequel of some sort. His eyes flew open and his body tensed but, his head was clear enough for him to remember his injured shoulder. Looking over at her, he saw her fighting with the fish. He opened his mouth to tell her to cut the head off but before he could get it out she was beating it.
Never having seen someone beat a fish to death, he was chuckling by the time she looked over and seemed overly excited about catching a fish. Then the thought hit him; she'd never worked for her food like this. Everything she ate was cooked for her. This seemed to be something new and fun for her. Fishing.
"Now just treat it like the dear. It will not smell, or look as bad. You will be fine." He slowly used his good arm to push off the ground, so he was on his knees, then moving closer to the big rock. Once then he turned to sit, leaning against it. Near by him was some smaller sticks. He picked one up and began to pull the bark off of it so she could put the meat on it to good over her . . . . . where had the fire come from? "Where does a princess learn how to start a fire with nothing? Or do nuns teach you that too?"
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 16:04:40 GMT -5
She had it. Of course she did. "Do you now." He asked cynically, while watching her get everything ready. He was not able to demand it back, or get up and manhandle it out of her, he would let it go. Still, it annoyed him to no end. Why did she keep it? (And why did she admit to having it?)
"Try to get the hook away from the edge, as close to the middle as you can get it. Then wait." Sometimes fish bit with in a half hour sometimes they never did. You never knew with fish. Odd unpredictable creatures. Just like women. Yes, women and fish. Two things he should avoid, no matter how good they might taste when warmed up.
Watching her closely he was trying to figure out what her end game was. Why save him? The more he thought about it the less he could make since of it. She could have ran away at any time. There had to be knights everywhere looking for her. Unless she was afraid after last time to run away? Then again, she had the knife now, and while he did not know for sure had thought he had told her the way home. He had thought he might die and not wanted her stuck out here. Why did she stay, knowing the way home? He drifted off again, while trying to sort out of her actions.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 15:32:25 GMT -5
He looked around, and from here he was laying he could not see much. What he could see told him there were not many bugs around them right at this moment. "Anything that wiggles, or is shinny and small." He said, trying to think of there was a button on anything he could pull off. His clothing was like most lower class men. They did not waste money on buttons.
"Check the bag for something." He told her, before starting to look around for his dagger. He did not recall where he put that thing last night. He was trying not to grow wary of her but he could not stop the words growing in his mind. Wondering if she had it. "You will need the knife, for when you get the fish to shore." He said, watching her closely, wondering where it was it. He could not see over by the rock he had been sitting by, and had only remembered using it to cut her bonds.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 14:51:50 GMT -5
"I will just wait right here." He promised in a dry tone as she told him not to die while she was gone. He looked over to where the bag was, planning to dig around in it but it was to far away and he was to damn tired to try to crawl over there to get it. Besides, he said he'd wait here. Not crawl away.
When she returned he, looked up at her. "In the bag there is some special string. Thicker then what you sew with, stronger. Tie it to one end of the stick, and then wrapped it a few times around the end before tieing it off again. Tightly."
He watched her work and wondered if he should try to sit up. He still felt weak but it was odd to talk to her from down here. For now he would stay here, not wanting to jar his shoulder again until the wound had a few more hours to close up. Once it was dried and closed it would be able to move easier with out fear of the sharp pain. "Then there is a iron bit in a pouch at the bottom of the bag. It's sharp, so watch you hand. Tie it to the string."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 13:38:50 GMT -5
Alistair felt him self drifting thanks to her skills. "If this is what the old nuns teach you, my next adventure will be nunnapping." He joked, trying to keep his eyes opened. He knew he had work to do. She had to be hungry. What had she ate today? He needed to hunt or fish; and then he needed to teach her how to knock the hell out of the next guy who wanted to take advantage of her.
He knew however he could not stand well. it would be late tonight before he would have the strength to be half way normal. It was a good thing he was an ass to her before, because she would need the skills now. "You are going to need to go find a thick and long stick. Make sure it's strong, before bring it back. I can't go hunting, but I can talk you though how to fish." He only hoped she could kill the fish once she got it up on land.
Women were odd creatures. Filled with things that did not make since. They liked meat, but didn't not like to hunt animals. Wanted nice things, but did not wish to work for them. The princess seemed different the most women. Which he was hoping would work out when it came to killing her meal.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 13:19:50 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair was not going to tell Vaughn what had, nor what had not happened while he was alone with the princess. "Put the underwear, back." He said in a very slow, and deep voice. Stressing how he was not joking. Somethings, you just didn't mess with. Girl's underthings were one of them. Alistair was not going to let Vaughn walk out of this castle with the underwear.
Alistair wished he had not stalled in the room. He was also NOT going to leave a note claiming it was him. The last thing he wanted was to have her thinking he was playing with her underthings. Then he recalled the daggers. She'd know anyway. Damn it, Vaughn! "We are leaving, you can stay here and waste your time or come with me to the treasury."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 12:59:44 GMT -5
Alistair thought over that for a moment. It seemed logical from one point of view but not fair. He had not really thought about kids of his own but, he would like to think he was strong enough to protect his family. Not have to send them away in hoped that cutting ties with them would protect them.
How noble of them to do it that way. "And when you were home, did they try to take advantage of you?" He asked, trying not to not like the thought. She had nearly gotten them both killed. He should not care if people were taking advantage of her.
He did not move from where he was, with his head in her lap. It was odd how hours ago he almost hated her, and before that he had almost loved her. Now he wasn't sure what this meant.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 12:29:15 GMT -5
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Alistair ignored Vaughn's talk of their last meeting. It was not something Alistair enjoyed thinking over. Not only had he thought she would die, but he almost died. Vaughn had gone out of his way to be an ass after that as well. Had Vaughn not saved his life, proving he was not all dark and evil Alistair would have broke connection to him right there. Ignoring the comments were the best thing to do in this case.
Vaughn tossed something at him and out of reflex Alistair caught it. He whoever dropped it int he next second. "Vaughn! What the hell!?" There on the ground were female underthings. "Get out of whatever your in." He growled, walking over to shove things closed. "Look for your damn gold and leave her non-gold items alone."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 12:09:23 GMT -5
He'd been out for almost a day then. Darkness had fallen last night but it had not been the witching hour yet. Or had it? Alistair wasn't sure on the time line from last night. It all seemed like a blur of fear and anger. He could see the details but he wasn't sure what time he had went to sleep. He did not even recall laying down to try to sleep. Which meant he had not done so. His pride seemed to be taking a hit these past few hours.
When she spoke, he grew confused. She had learned what from where? However before he could comment or think on it to long she had came over and was trying to get him to drink whatever she was going to poison him with now. He turned his head away, but when she lifted it he gave an annoyed sound and drank some of it. The taste alone could have killed him, he thought, but he was fairly sure he knew what was in it. The question was no longer how she knew which ones would help him, but why.
"Why did you spend years with them?" He asked after he had choked down the herbs she had made him. He was being a bit dramatic over the taste but he didn't care. He wanted to ask why she stayed, what did she hope to gain by this? He could not quite bring himself to ask.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 10:39:55 GMT -5
He was beginning to feel less tired, and more focused, but still weak. Watching her as he lay there he began to notice things he had not when he first awakened. Like what she was doing, and the supplies she had found. Some of that did not grow by the river's edge so she would have had to go out looking for it.
How did a spoiled princess know what to find, where to find it, and what would help? Much less how to make something. He could not tell by the crushed sight, what herbs she had but he could almost guess by some of the colors and by knowing the area.
He wasn't sure why she was helping him. Had she tired to leave but gotten lost? No, then she would not have found her way back and he'd not been out that long. Had he? "How long have I been out?" He asked, watching her. "What's that going to do to me?" The last question was asked without the heat of anger, more as a joke that he wasn't laughing at.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 1:12:15 GMT -5
He rested there while she went to get water, and was slightly surprised when she lifted his head to help him drink. One would think she might have done this before. Where did a princess learn to help the sick? He looked up at her for a moment before she left to get more water.
When she returned, he drank some of the cup before shaking his head. He would want more later for for the moment, he just wanted to rest. "Moss." She spoke in a soft, weak voice. "Grows on the north side of trees. Gwent is south west from here. More west then south." He drifted off into sleep after that not hearing a reply if there was one, leaving her to make what she would of his comments.
After a while, he awoke again. Seeming to do it calmer then before. he noticed the sun was awake as well. He had little since of time, and was unsure how much was passing. "Your wrong." He spoke, but then seemed to drift off for a moment, leaving him to distracted to explain about what. "Devils are pretty. How else would they temp men into hell?"
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2010 0:25:07 GMT -5
When he opened his eyes, some time later he felt softness under his cheek. He just laid there, drifting in and out before everything came back to him. His body tensed up, as his mind reminded him of not only where he was at but what he should be doing. His eyes flew opened as he started looking for her. However, at the same moment, other things happened.
When his body tensed, pain shot down his spine. His headache came roaring back, and he felt the weakness of sleep trying to take him again. His hand, of his non injured arm moved up to touch the fabric was he resting on, only to connect to a leg. A leg, wrapped in a rather soft fabric. SHE was still here.
His body seemed to relax as that thought hit him. His lips were dry, and his mouth felt like cotton. As much as he hated the blow to his pride, he knew he would not be able to move. "water," he whispered out, trying not to speak over the pounding in his head.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 23:52:00 GMT -5
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Vaughn seemed to miss Alistair's insults, or at lest think they were funny. "I am sure she would love the reminder of who you are. Why don't wait here for her knights to see you." Alistair spoke softly, while Vaughn seemed as pleased as a child on his birthday. Alistair was slightly uncomfortable with the reminder of her wealth.
Not from a prideful point of view but in a 'why the hell did she need so much crap' point of view. People were dieing out there and she had all these jewels. ONE of them would feed, and clothe a village for months.
He wondered if she had heard about all the kidnappings in Camelot. How she felt about it. She had not seemed to have told the king anything about him, and since she had not told them anything they had yet to build a reputation. In order to build it, they kidnapped the king!
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Post by Alistair on Aug 31, 2010 23:43:21 GMT -5
Alistair felt the calming touch against his cheek and neck, but his mind was still in the past. With combination of the turmeric event and then voice soothing him was an odd mixture of turmoil and peace. He relaxed his grip on her arm, but did not let her go completely. "They'll kill her." He muttered softly, in a broken tone of a child rather then the strong voice he had as a man.
His breathing was ragged, as the fever held him in his mind but with her voice he seemed to calm. Part of him knew it was her, and embraced it. The other part of him, told himself it was not her. He was dreaming her. That she had left him. It made more since. Why would she stay?
He could still feel the pressure of his uncles hands on him, dragging him tot he woods were they would disappear. Were his life would go from simple, to what it was today. However, in this moment he stopped fighting. He wasn't sure if had had lost the will to fight, but with the comforting voice speaking to him, he was willing to let it happen rather then fight it off.
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