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Post by Alistair on Aug 27, 2010 12:26:50 GMT -5
"Thank you." He spoke softly while walking along beside her. It was odd this new setting between them. Peaceful but almost unsettling, like the calm skys before the worst of storms. As if they were both waiting for the next test; the next event that would decide if they would be foes or something more. How much more was the darker question, for things would be so much easier if only she was the spoiled princess and he the dumb brute.
He walked out of the woods to the river that they used to get water from. He sat the bucket in the water ans started rinsing it out so the water would be clean. He was not going to make her carry it back either, she was tired and they both were ready for bed. By tomorrow things would be clearer. He doubted he'd get much sleep thanks to the dream he would be getting of her.
He looked over at her while filling up the bucket and spoke. "Tomorrow we will stay close the the village." He would war Rilan not to let Mae go either. Something was coming and he did not want either of them near it. Besides, she would need the rest. The day after tomorrow they had allot of traveling to do. He had to get her back to the castle, and to do that he had a plan. With horse, that plan involved allot of walking, and not all of it on even ground.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 23:44:13 GMT -5
He was right, she would not have known the world before the war. It also meant he was a decade older then her, plus one. He'd known she was younger, allot younger, then him but 11 years seemed a life time. It meant his parents had already been dead by the time she was born. "I was just wondering." He told her, not wanting to get into their classic debate of which side was right and which side was wrong.
He recalled the world before the war as one of happiness. He knew it had it's villains, and dangers. He knew allot of people; allot of druids, had abused their gifts. He had only been a kid then, he had saw the evil. "Rilan can do what he wants. I am not his brother, nor his neighbor." His home was under the stars, and on the move. It had been for so long that he didn't know any other way. Hell, he's only got the tent after deciding to stay in Camelot and help the people of his blood.
Still, she was right about Rilan. "I know I don't have the right to ask anything of you; but when you return to your home, I need you to leave their names, and this place out of your story. Give them mine, but not their's." He would return the favor, to Rilan. Keep them even, and the slate clean.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 23:16:45 GMT -5
Her father. He had been right when he wondered if that was what had started everything. It might not be what had made her crying worse but it was the trigger. He wondered about the man's illness. He did not know if he should recommend Druids as a form of helping the man as he did not know what was wrong with him and . . . it would be hard to find a Druid would would heal a king so he could turn around and behead them for it.
She changed the topic before he could ask about her father and he decided not to push. She wanted to know what had been said. He looked back over his shoulder, before down at her. "I think, in his own way, Rilan was trying to help. He is bitter, and his judgment is clouded." but which Druids's wasn't? "He said Gadjie, which is a none Druid, only belong with other Gadjie. Druids belong with druids." He explained, thinking of his parents. "My father was not a druid, only my mother."
"I told Rilan, that he could light a candle for me if he was worried but to keep his words to himself." Rilan and Alistair had been a bit more 'colorful' in their words, but it was the same meaning. His father and mother had married when the world was different. Safer. The war against magic had not started yet. He had been born into that world, one he doubted she would even know. "How old are you, Isadora?" He asked her, finally using her name.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 22:29:20 GMT -5
This wasn't his home. It did not matter to him what these people said, but he was not going to let them say things that were meant to hurt her. Even if she could not understand them. If she asked, he would explain but Druids were very private about some things. They held their secrets close to them, for if they got out it could cost them their lives.
He was standing there, looking up the stars when he heard soft foot steps. Looking down he watched her approach, and the edge of one side of his lips tilted up in a small greeting. He saw the bucket in her hand and debated on just telling the others they were done for the day. They could just stay here, and sit under the stars silently. "Everyone fears what is different. Do not let their words, or stares get to you. They fear what you could do to them." Order their deaths, have men raid their homes.
He reached down and took the bucket from her, knowing she had to be getting tired. After dumping it out he gestured for her to walk with him as they headed to the river. He knew dangers were out there, but was assuming that nothing would happen to her as long as she was with him. He was also no longer afraid she would run. Not after she kissed him. "Why did you cry back there?" He asked, trying to maintain the balance of distance between them and not being the cold brute of before.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 21:52:01 GMT -5
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Alistair check two of the four rooms on the hall and found them both empty. They were void of any signs that someone lived in them. One was larger then the others, but still held no personal things. The next room was not some empty. He walked slowly into it and noticed some of the girl like things around it. Had he found her room?
After a short moment of standing there he walked over the to chest at the end of the bed and flung it open. He had saw it do that when he kidnapped her, and had assumed she would always keep cloaks there. By what he found in there, he was sure this was her room. He ran quickly to the door way to look out and make sure Vaughn was not coming then shut the door.
Alistair walked over to her bed and sat on it, sinking some in it's softness. This was the world she lived in everyday? The world he could never be apart of? He pulled the small, thin twin daggers from his boot and sat them on her bed. After a moment, be pushed the overs over them. He had found them, and bought them for her knowing he would never get the chance to give them to her. Leaving them for her was the close as he could come.
He sat there, looking around her room, trying to summon the will to leave before Vaughn can in and found him like this. Vaughn was as close to a friend as he had but still the man knew just how to push one's buttons. Standing Alistair made his way tot he door to leave.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 21:19:37 GMT -5
Neither of their worlds would approve at the match. His would see him as a trader, she belonged to the royals. They hunted down his kind, him. Her family, and the Pendragons would have him beheaded within the hour of getting their hands on him after this. Her people would cry out in outrage for her 'slumming it' with a druid. They would say he put a spell over her, and nothing was real between them.
Rilan spoke to Alistair, in old words of the Druids. "Gadje Gadjensa, Druid Druidensa. Yekka buliasa nashti beshes pe done grastende!" He voice held the resentment he had expected it would. Alistair ignored him, not reacting in anyway. He looked over at her and spoke to her instead. "Not bad for your first meal."
He finished his meal and then tossed the plate next to the almost empty bucket. They would need more water before they could wash the dishes and clean up from the day. He wasn't sure how he felt about being alone with her for the long walk but at lest they would be doing something. How much trouble could they get into while walking there and back. "I wont go far, take your time. When your fed and rested come find me." He was not leaving her sight, but he needed a few moments alone to collect him self. He stood up and walked around the fire, as he passed Rilan he leaned down to speak to him. His voice was calm and quite but held a threatening ring to it. Not a scary threat but a warning that a line was about to be crossed. "Te pabaren mange memelia."
He did not give the man a chance to respond, but just walked a few yards away from the fire and then further still. He was far enough away that he could not hear them, but close enough to see them. There he stood and looked up at the sky. Trying to sort out how he would play the next two days. He could not let her get close, but he could not stop her. Her life was in danger. It seemed as if everything screamed for him to let her go back home. Still, he was not willing to give her up a moment before he had to.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 20:18:00 GMT -5
It's sort of creepy to see my name in the title of the post.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 20:09:55 GMT -5
he walked behind her to the fire, and noticed that everyone's eyes were on them. He didn't care what they thought, as this was not his home, but it was not like he could miss the looks. Mae, bless her little heart, looked ready to explode. He expression made Alistair crack a smile, as her childish excitement was just the ice breaker he needed. He liked kids, they were easier to get along with rather then their parents at times.
Because Marc's expression was a mix of disgust and pretending to ignore them. Alistair was willing to let him ignore them, and even return the favor. Marc was a nomad like himself, so they were used to it. Rilan however, looked angry. Alistair was just going to ignore him too, but not as much as he would Marc. Rilan had let Alistair stay here during these events because he had assumed the royal would be tired and gagged the while time and at the end of it he would be paid well.
Alistair was not afraid of Rilan, but if it ever came down to a duel, Rilan would win. Alistair was the better warrior but Rilan was a strong Druid. It was a good thing Rilan was to peaceful to pick fights.
Alistair sat down beside Marc and across from Rilan and his family around the fire. The princess could sit beside him, and be away from trouble. Two plates with meat on them were passed their way. Alistair did not say anything, to anyone but where he lacked Mae and her brothers were not. They were talking and giggling and giving playful shoves. They would look over at the princess every now and then and say words like 'Gadji', 'Pliashka', and 'Romni'.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 19:01:38 GMT -5
He looked at her for a long moment before moving away from the tree, to stand on his own rather then letting it hold him up. He turned to look at the tree, while he tried to clear his head. Where did he go from here? He knew there were two paths he could take; one was to hold her at arm's length and let this change nothing; the other was a darker road. One that he wasn't sure where it would go, but did know it would cost them both more in the end.
He did not turn back to face her for a long moment. He would not be the cold bully anymore, but he could not let her get close. She was leaving in a few days, to return the to arms of the family who hunted his kind. If she stayed long enough as their guest she could even be there for his beheading.
He nodded his head slowly, as if agreeing with his thoughts. "Come," He said softly, making sure it was not an order. "You worked hard for the meal you prepared. You might as well try to enjoy it." He did not start walking with out her this time, just waited to make sure she was ready.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 14:46:24 GMT -5
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"I see you being a pain in the ass all night, other then that; No." Alistair replied to Vaughn in the same tone as Vaughn used. It was not the first time Vaughn had asked him that over the years, and this was Alistair's normal reply if the answer was no.
The steps upwards would lead to personal quarters and treasury. As much as he did not want anything to hurt the princess, he was not ageist letting Vaughn steal some things from the castle. Just nothing from her room. Even if Vaughn took something, Alistair knew he would just find a way to return it to her.
At the top of the steps there was a long hallway. 'You go right, I will go left. See what we can find." Alistair said, as he turned to the left. The doors to the left were made of darker wood, and looked a bit wider, meaning it was most likely bed rooms. The doors to the right were open, and no light came from with in. Empty guest rooms or offices or something.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 14:08:49 GMT -5
When she turned her head he took it as an invitation to explore other places for a moment. His lips followed her jaw, to her ear and then went down her neck to her shoulder. His hands were not still either, as they moved from her hips up to explore other areas of interests. He did not let them travel places that would shock her modesty, but he come close in an almost teasing manner.
He pulled back after a moment and looked down into her face. "Madness." He rumbled out in a very low voice, just as out of breath as she was. He took a step back, sat her down and then took some more steps away from her until his back hit another tree. There he stood while watching her for a long moment. Yes, Madness.
His partner, was going to kill him. This had not been apart of their plan, it had been meant to appear as if one man had done the whole thing when it truth there were a few players. His part was just to keep her alive and out of trouble for a few days. This was not out of trouble, this was neck deep in trouble. "This will end easier if you think I am just a dumb druid bully." He spoke softly, not sure if she would even hear him.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 11:30:50 GMT -5
Alistair held her while her small framed body shook with tears. He didn't like not knowing how to make them stop. His uncle had been a hard man, and the few times that Alistair (who was a boy of 10 by then) had dared cried he'd been mocked for it and told it was a very girl thing to do. While his uncle had saved his life, and even took the time to slow a boy how to life in this world there had been no soft feelings between the men. The last person Alistair had let get this close had been his parents. No one since then.
His hands rested on her back and they began to move slowly, as he tired to mimic how he'd seen others give comfort. Rubbing her back gently, while she cried into his shit. Nothing had gone to plan; he thought back to the moment he first saw her in the castle, to her tears on the little boat, and even then moment she fainted in the woods.
He was doing his best not to look over at the others around the fire, not wanting to know what looks he was getting. He knew what they would think: which one was the kidnapped one? The girl or the man she was wrapping around her finger? When she calmed enough to look up at him, he remained silent which was just as well since she spoke.
Her words gave him pause. He knew this should be the moment he told her he'd forget her the moment she was out of his sight. Maybe it was her tears and the dream but he could not force the lie out. He watched as she leaned forward and damned them both with a kiss. All his promises went out of his head when she did. He let her have her way for a few moments before becoming greedy and pulling her closer. He ran his hands down her back to her hips. Lifting her so she fit against his he moved them out of sight, behind the tree. He broke the kiss, as he leaned her ageist the tree, still holding her off the ground. "Don't make the mistake of thinking your forgettable." He told her, his voice rougher from the kiss. As soon as he words left his lips, he kissed her again, and again. She started it. She could stop it this time.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 26, 2010 0:56:38 GMT -5
Alistair watched as she seemed to be both sad and angry in the same moment. He knew this was his fault and he was not real sure how to fix it. She pushed at him, but he didn't move, as she was't very strong compared to him (smart as a fox but not stronger). After she covered her face and started crying hard he gave a soft groan and step forward to wrap his arms around her. He held her tight enough that she would not be able to push him away but not enough to bruise her.
"Princess," he used her title as an soft endearment, "I know this . . . This can't be easy . . . " he gave a frustrated sigh. He was very bad at words and when he needed them most he could not seem to think of and good ones to explain things. "When you go home, this will all be one bad dream. You can put it behind you and forget about all this. " he just wished he could. "It will be easy to forget the brute who made you work for a few days." It was as close to admitting why he was being mean as he could get. He was not sure how to express his words, or even explain his actions.
He wondered what pushed her over the edge. One moment she was talking about a dinner party and the next she was crying. He tried to think back but could not seem to--her father? She had said he was ill, and that they would be joining the royal family for a supper. Was she home sick? Not only was she a hostage but miles from home. "I promise you Princess, in two days you will never see my face again." And that was the thought that would kill him.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 23:06:33 GMT -5
Alistair was not looking at her, he was looking at the others who were started to walk his way. It was not until Rilan's face changed that Alistair even noticed her leaving. He turned and almost lunged for her but she was not running. He stood there for a moment, wondering where the hell she was going. Once it appeared she was not going just a few feet he started trailing behind her, ready to pounce on her the moment she started running.
She paused at the edge of the meadow and leaned on a tree. Alistair could see she was upset and wondered if this was about the damn dinner with the king. If it was THAT important to her, he could find Rilan a damn hat and they could all pretend. Yet something told him it wasn't the dinner party that upset her.
Alistair slowly closed the distance between them. He wondered if she was crying because he was being an ass to her. He had been so set on trying to build this distance between them, he had not thought about her being effected. "Princess," he spoke in a low deep tone meant to sound comforting. Did he apologize or hug her? He wasn't quite sure what to do with a crying woman. He looked back at the others, before looking back at her. "I know this is hard for you, and I am being an ass and don't even plan to stop." He wondered if he should explain why but decided less was more when talking to her. "If your crying because of me, then I will apologize for that." But for kidnapping her, and making her work he would not.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 22:31:42 GMT -5
How sad. she had missed a dinner party with the king. He felt no remorse for making her miss that. She'd sit at that bastard's table and smile and chat with him, not caring he was murdering people left and right. How sad that she could not sit there and grace his table, but instead had to sit at a druids fire.
He might have continued his bitter thinking, had she not spoken up. He looked up at her, noticing the slight stress in her voice. Had he not noticed that he might not have seen her tears. He wasn't sure if he should roll his eyes or choke her. "Are you crying because your missing a dinner party?"
How princess like. At times she shocked him by being very unprincess like, but in this moment it seemed like she was just living up to his exceptions of one. He watched her for a moment, before standing and moving to use a bunched up shirt and the thick square she had used to remove the heave rod of meat from the fire, before giving a high pitched whistle so the others would know it was done.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 21:23:35 GMT -5
Alistair began to hate the silence that building around them which was odd. Most the time he enjoyed it, and did not seek to break it. Now it was the other way; with her. He wanted know what she was thinking, and if she was plotting to escape him. He knew she would not try to run tonight, he had worked her hard so she would not have the energy to run.
"What would a princess be doing right about now?" He asked just to fill the silence. He wondered if there was a prince she was pining for. He had picked her because she was close to the young prince. Did had hopes there? Didn't all girls wish to marry a prince? He rather hoped she didn't. He's hate to be plotting to kill her husband, and honestly, he didn't like the idea of another man's hands on her; especially the young prince's.
His lips twitched for a brief moment as he thought back to who had told him about her. He had thought, at the time the younger man was a local farmer or something. He only learned later, it had been the young prince pretending to be a commoner. It was one reason why, Alistair took pleasure in embarrassing him. Returning the favor.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 20:35:00 GMT -5
Alistair's vision cleared and swiftly turned sharp as she so simply agreed. That was why he was not by her side. She would take whatever chance she could to walk away from him. It bothered him for more then just the obvious reasons. He knew it would be hard to let her go, already she was under his skin, but she seemed to make it sound easy on her part to just walk away.
Don't forget, he told himself, fine wine and river water. She might be something grand and new to him, something he craved but to her he would never be more then the damn druid who made her miss the fun. He glared at her for a moment before looking down at the fire before him. Yeah, no more kidnapping Princesses.
He debated on telling her why, but decided if she knew she got away from him she might try it all the more. Besides, she thought his powers came from a pack with the devil. She might clam he wanted her hurt. He was not in the mood to talk to her anyway. "Check the meat." He said gruffly, just wanting to give an order to remind them both (mostly himself) who was in charge here.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 19:52:07 GMT -5
Thank the stars she was silent as he. He did not think he could handle a conversation at the moment. When he had seen Rilan's son in the river, swept away and almost drown he had awoken gasping for breath, feeling as if he himself had almost drowned. The dreams were realest the closer to the event they happened. If he saw someone attacked, and they were stabbed he did not feel the pain of the stab but the panic and the emotions of the victim. It was as if he as the victim. He was the one who could not fight back.
He looked up at her in an intense stare, while he thought. It was no longer the torment stare of a man who wanted a woman but it was as if he was looking though her, thinking more then looking. Why was he not beside her in the dream? How far away would this happen? How could he stop it?
His eyes were distant as if he was still looking past her, rather then at her when he finally spoke in a deep rumble of a voice, yet solemn at the same time. "Don't leave my side, in the days to come." His eyes focused on her, "Not even for a moment. I can not protect you, or the others if I am not there when danger strikes." he was not ready to tell her that his dreams were of her.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 18:56:47 GMT -5
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Alistair watched as Vaughn took the lead and walked away. Some men took a look at their relationship and saw Vaughn as the leader, and Alistair as the silent follower. It was not so. Yes, Vaughn could talk him into doing some more villain-like actions but Alistair did not blindly follow, and no one should mistake his silence as meekness. It was just the other way, his silence was a deadly calm that was a fence around wisdom. It hid it well.
Vaughn thought the princess was away, but in truth Alistair did not know for sure. She could be here, right now. She was the fire and he was the moth. Still, either way he did not plan to let their paths cross, for it they did he might not resit the urge to take her with them when they escaped. Vaughn would be fore another random, but he doubted she and her father would take well to the news. Alistair did not reply to Vaughn, and instead followed silently along behind him as they moved about.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 18:40:28 GMT -5
He was still reeling from the dream, and had not noticed she was done yet. He leaned forward, placing his head between his knees for a short moment before pulling it back up so he could breathe deeper. He wondered why he was not by her side in the dream. He was begging to feel sure she would not try to run. She had not even looked as if she was thinking about it. How many times had he left her alone (even if he was within sight of her), and she could had at lest tried?
When he noticed she was done he stood up, but had to pause a moment to collect him self before walking over to see . . . her . . . . work? Well, it at lest looked like they could eat it, even if it did not look very fancy. He did not give her a knowing look like he would have, nor even a sly comment. He just picked up the rods and turned to carry it to the fire. "Bring the knife." He looked behind him once, just to make sure she was on his heels. Alistair think about it being dangerous to turn his back on her while she had the knife, for he was still thinking about his dream.
Once he was at the fire, he sat the first rod down on the stakes that would lift it and hold it over the fire. He then took a seat by the fire, before picking a thick square of cloth up and tossing it at her. "Use it turn the meat, every five or so minutes. Once it starts to tan, take the knife, and poke it to see if it's tender. That means it's done."
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