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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 17:59:20 GMT -5
Alistair did not care what she was doing. As long as she was with in his sight at the moment, she could do whatever she pleased. He was tired, it had been a long day and it was not over yet. He let him self slide down the wall while she worked so he could rest. He did not trust him self to close his eyes, for he did not trust her to not run. She did not seem to be paying attention to him, which was a good thing.
He was trying so hard not to think of her, and her kiss and the things he had wanted to do it her that he stopped trying to force his eyes opened and they drifted close. The dream came swiftly as it always did. She was there, and the men were there. There was four or five of them, and this time their faces were clear. He knew one of their faces, and had he been awake the alarm would have made him shoot to his feet. Vaughn! Vaughn was one of them laughing. The dream continued for a long few moments before his whole body jerked and his eyes flew open.
The first thing he did, was look to her to make sure she was still there and he did not relax when he saw she had not run. The dream had been so vivid, and real. He could almost feel their hands on him the way they would have their hands on her. It made his skin crawl and belly churn. With was to clear, which meant it was to close. He was willing to stake his life on the fact that it would happen with in the next day.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 17:22:44 GMT -5
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Alistair turned to look at Vaughn, and he stood up tall. Alistair was a tall man, and was a few inches over Vaughn. Vaughn was better with a sword, and more used to the heavy chainmail they both wore at the moment; however, Alistair was quicker and did not go for dramatic displays. Neither man knew who might win in a knock down, all out, fight to the death. They had never come close to know either, until the Princess entered their lives. (and not even by her choice).
"Steal what you like, do what you will; but do not go near her." Alistair said in his same deep voice, yet there was a warning edge to it. Alistair was banking on Vaughn silently obeying, but running his mouth as if he would not. Alistair was the brains behind the kidnappings. Vaughn did not have the give-a-damn to keep the nobles alive, and needed Alistair. Besides Alistair's war ageist the king gave Vaughn reasons to fight and kill, something he loved. Alistair had never asked things from Vaughn, but this. If Vaughn broke it; Alistair would end the 'friendship' in the same moment Vaughn did so. Alistair did not like caring for the princess, for no one had ever gotten so close or under his skin before; but he did and in his mind she was his. He'd protect what was his. Alistair did not break eye contact, knowing Vaughn saw this as a weakness and he had to proof otherwise.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 17:12:07 GMT -5
Alistair was waiting for her when she exited the tent. He looked everywhere but at her. Once she was out of the tent, he started walking to where they had left the meat hanging; only pausing to make sure she was following him. Two more days.
He wasn't going to speak to her unless he had to, and tomorrow he might just leave her in the tent most of the day. Or something where there would be little contact between them. His self control was fragile at this point.
Once he was at the deer, he pulled it down from the rank, knowing she would not be able to handle the weight; and carried it over to a table. There, were four long metal rods. The knife from earlier was still there on the ground, not having been cleaned. He picked it up and looked over at the bucket before looking at her. "If your run . . . " he paused trying to think of something believable to threaten her with. " . . . just don't be that stupid." And then he went over to the bucket to clean the knife. Making sure she was in his sights at all times. A few moments later he returned, knife in hand.
"Cut them meat into thick slabs, push the metal rod though it." He sat the knife down, and moved back to lean against the house. He would not be helping her this time. No more touching.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 16:23:42 GMT -5
She turned to face him and his fist clinched down by his sides in effort not to push her back on the bed and forget she was a princess. She learned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek before walking (or trying to) away. He moved quickly, standing up and catching her arms; turning her so she faced him and claiming the kiss he wanted from her. It lasted only a moment before he heard Rilan's voice in the distance telling the children not to go far.
He pulled back and walked out of the tent just as quickly. No more. He promised himself. There would be no more moments like these, no more touching her, no more anything! Two days! All he had to do was ignore her for two days!
The fresh air helped. He looked over at the fire and saw Rilan's glare and that helped allot too. He turned to the tent and spoke so she could hear him, "Stop stalling, the meat needs to be cooked." He said in a demanding tone, trying to appear and sound distant. No more. Fine wine was addictive anyhow, he needed to cut it off before he he grew to need her.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 15:56:00 GMT -5
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Alistair looked down the hall, doing his best to ignore Vaughn. They both knew he wasn't the talking type, and thanks to that he had not spent allot of time talking to her. Kissing her, dressing her, and abusing her Yes, talking to her, No. Going with the ignore Vaughn plan, he started walking down the hall, staying close to the wall so not to though shadows.
He did not know anything about the castle, only about the woman who ruled it and a small bit about her father (who shared his name). The father was ill, something common knowledge from what he'd learned in from the people. Still, not one could say why he was ill. was someone close to him poisoning him or was he just frail? Why did he even care? The man would order his death for just being a druid wouldn't he. "We need to find the steps, move upwards."
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 15:39:29 GMT -5
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Alistair moved straight ahead and managed to find the door. He slowly opened it in time to see Vaughn all but burst thought his. They were unlike in so many ways that it was almost odd they spent so much time together. Alistair was a thinker, a planner and did not seek to hurt others unless he had to. Vaughn was quick to the draw and spent more time enjoy tormenting others then he did thinking about wither it was a good idea or not.
It was his words however, that bothered Alistair more then his actions at times. "You. Are. Not. Going. Near. Her." He stressed to Vaughn, in his deep voice. He made sure each word was clear as crystal. Alistair had the misfortune of letting his emotions get involved when he kidnapped Isadora. While he would not admitted it to most, Vaughn had been witness to it. It was something Alistair wished he had not seen what he did.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 15:23:52 GMT -5
Try not to enjoy this? She should have told him to keep his hands to him self. She turned her back to him, and he gathered her hair and slowly moved it so it was out of his way. He trailed his finger down from the nape of her neck, slowly to where the lacing started. He took the edges and pulled them tighter. One loop at a time, ever so slowly, he started tightening then. His head resting very close to her's, so that he he could inhale her scent. How did noble women always smell of flowers rather then hard work and sweat? Even now, after he'd abused her all day she smelled more noble then druid. She held the scent of her hard word but there was still the left over smells of whatever bathsalts, or rosewater she used.
His fingers brushed against her back as he pulled the dress tighter. When he was on the trail, or just traveling in the woods, he would drink the river water. That was like his life and the women in it thus far. A few times when he'd been apart of a group who'd rob a noble; he'd drink the fine wine he'd stolen. Perhaps this was what it was. She was the fine wine, and he was the river water. The two should not have even had the chance to mix.
He leaned forward slightly and nipped the nap of her neck as he finished lacing her up. After tieing her off, he did not move. Wondering what she would do next. He knew this was a bad idea, he should demand she get the fire ready to cook the deer, or something that involved her working and him bossing her around. Anything to add distance between them. Dangerous. That was what she was.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 14:19:44 GMT -5
Alistair waited until it was safe before grabbing the bag and walking behind the tent. He was out of sight away from everyone back here but after years of undressing in the woods he was not very modest. He quickly changed pants and then carried his boots back tot he bucket so he could wipe them clean. Once done he pulled a sleeveless shirt from the bag and put it on but did not button it.
What was taking her so long?! After what seemed like forever she called his name. He stood up and walked over to the tent, pulling back the flap to open it and saw her there waiting. He was not allowed in his own tent it seemed. He gave a deep rumble of a chuckle before wrapping his arms around her middle and pushing her fruther into the tent. All thoughts of Mae doing this were gone.
He did not want the others to see her like thus, to see what was his. He paused at that though and shook his head. She was not his, at lest not after the two days. He moved so he sat down on the bed in the back of the tent and used his finger to gestures to her to come to him. He noticed how her dress hung from her rather then form to her, like it had the day before. Apparently lacing in the back had it's purpose.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 13:30:13 GMT -5
Just the laces? He knew this was hard for her, but could not summon the kindness to be gentle at the moment. It was funny how something as simple as dressing her self could not be done, but she could start skinning a dead deer. Truly, was this was it was to be a princess? "Just the laces." He promised her with a grin.
No, he would not ask Mae for her help, not now. He knew this could be the worse idea he ever had but he was enjoying it so much. He shook his hands some to dry them since he could not wipe them on his pants. He needed to change clothes too. "Wash your skin, Princess and then take your dress into the tent. Call me when your . . . . . in need of me." He added with a grin.
He walked over to the tent and pulled out a bag. He would find a place to change quickly once he knew she was naked and not able to run away. That would be one way to keep her from running but it would be to hard to keep his hands off her. With that he debated on sending Mae in anyway. let her worry over him seeing her and then let Mae do it. Keep her off guard. It would be safer, he was less likely to do something stupid when he wasn't looking at her bare silken skin.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 12:51:12 GMT -5
I. . .can't Alistair paused while washing his hands and ever so slowly looked up at her. He had known something like this would happen. He was about to give her a teasing grin and tell her they'd find her some druid clothing. Maybe he'd might even had said something to anger her, or tell her now she'll fit in better. However, she went on to explain and suddenly he could not think about anything else.
She'd need help dressing. She'd be in the tent, his tent, and need help dressing. If the laces were in the back, then she'd need someone to help her. Right. By the time his mind started working again over the torrid thoughts playing in his mind he knew he'd have to get Mae to help her. That was the safer thing to do at lest. It would let her wear her own dress rather then men's clothing and would keep her modesty.
He looked back down at what he was doing, and waited until he was finished before he replied to her. He glanced over to where Mae was, so he could ask her for the help. It was not til he opened his mouth to reply, that his plans changed, "Are you telling me, you'd need my help to dress yourself?"
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 12:01:33 GMT -5
When she claimed she wasn't lieing he just gave her a shrug. He did not want her to know he care, but couldn't quite bring up the words to dismiss the topic. The king Alistair killed the druids who could heal him, and the Druid Alistair kidnapped the daughter to save the druids. The irony of it was not lost on him. He was fighting for Druids in Gwent, he was fighting for them in Camelot since this is where it all started (and this would be where it all ended if some had their way). So knowing the king was ill did him no good in his fight. Knowledge however, wasn't something he'd turn down.
She had not started walking, yet and he could not just leave her standing back here alone (she wasn't the docile waiting type), so he reached over and pulled her gently by the arm to make her start walking. He did not think to much into her question. He did not know the workings of rich vs poor dresses. Poor women dressed themselves everyday.
"You can wear your dress, can't you? It has remained clean." He didn't want her to know he thought about her underthings, (or her without them), so he did not offer for Mae to find her clothing. Whatever clothing Mae did find would not be made to fit her. It might be a men's clothing for all he knew.
Arriving at the bucket he dropped her arm; the bucket was just under half way empty now, as someone (Mae most likely) had already filled the pitchers. He dropped down so he was resting on his toes and dipped his hands into the water to began cleaning them.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 1:36:16 GMT -5
Alistair paused after she told him her father's name but did not look at her. He just looked down at his bloody hands for a long moment before turning his head slowly to stare at the side of her face s she was looking out at the trees. His look said he did not believe her. It was to . . . . . no. It was too everything, to be true. Why would she lie about that?
He looked back down at the deer and began cutting on it, the skin almost all the way off and the meat ready to be hunt up to drain fully. Before he stood however he looked over at her again, still mentally debating on if she was lieing or not. With an disbelieving shake of his head, he stood and lifted the heavy deer, carrying it the few feet to the stand they used to let it drain. It would hang there an half hour before being taken down and cooked.
He walked back over to her and looked down at her for a moment. Her father held the same name as him? He shared something with a killer. It was not a pleasing thought. Alistair jerked his head, as if point with it over to where they lifted the bucket of water. It was time to wash all this off them, but he wasn't sure what to say to her after her reveling comment. He knew they both needed a change of clothing however, he had clothes for himself but what did she wear? "You can wash your hands, and change in the tent." She had her blue dress, if she could not wear that with out her underthings then he would have Mae find her something.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 25, 2010 0:49:31 GMT -5
When she said he was 'ill', Alistair turned his head to look at her giving her a very silent and very plottingly solemn stare before turning back to his work. He did not comment on it, nor ask a question, nor offer regents as would be polite. In his mind however he could not but help to think it was ionic. The king would have had the best of everything. Best foods, best doctors, best medicines, and the best knights to hunt down lowly druids. The ironic part was, the lowly druids could be the ones with the power to save him.
Was he sorry for the king? No. Was he sorry for the daughter losing her father? Very much so. He had lost both parents, and no matter how much he might wish the kings dead, he did not wish the pain of that on her. It was mixed feelings, not caring if the king died but not wanting the father dead when they were the same.
"Nope." He replied, still sounding distracted (Even when he was paying attention to her words and the tones behind them) while working, after she asked if he knew her father's name. He knew the man was king, and king of Gwent. He had not bother to learn names, only titles. Did nobles rather go by titles then bother to learn names anyway?
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Post by Alistair on Aug 24, 2010 23:56:47 GMT -5
Finally, she broke and looked away. He gave a grin, as he wrapped one arm around her and lifted and turned her so she was no longer within the circle of his arms but sitting beside him, with her back to the deer. Alistair rarely waited for her to do something on her own, finding it easier to just move her were he wanted her and not have to ask and explain. It was not meant as a for of disrespect, but after so many years of being on his own; some of the more normal manners had been overlooked.
"Why does he not leave the castle?" He asked in a tone that said he was distracted, and might not fully care. King stayed in castles, it sounded normal to him. He did not know the king's name nor if he was a good or bad king. He only knew one thing about him. He killed druids, and it was enough.
Alistair began skinning the deer and removing the parts they could eat. He worked quicker with out her in his arms but they felt empty with out her there. It annoyed him, she was going to be gone in a few days and that was that. There would be no more meetings with her, and no more anything. He needed to remain cold to her. He was not used to letting anyone get close to him, it was dangerous to let a royal get this close. She could order his death one day. Mae's. . . No. He had to believe she would spare the girl. No matter her words, he had to believe Mae was safe from this one royal at lest.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 24, 2010 23:21:03 GMT -5
Vaughn was an EXTREMELY bad influence over Alistair.
Alistair wasn't sure how he was talking in to another kidnapping plan, but with all the money they had made from the last one Vaughn and SOMEHOW talked him into another on. Alistair just had ONE rule this time. NO PRINCESSES!
He thought back to his last kidnapping, which had only been completed now for a day. The princess was still here, most likely, and here he was doing this again. He did not want to do the noble sitting his time, and would not be if Vaughn was more trust worthy. Vaughn was more then villain type then Alistair, so in order to protect the girl they were kidnapping they were both going to watch her this time. Last time it had been Vaughn's job to get the money, and Alistair's job to Princess-sit. It had not gone to plan on his part, for he had started to feel things. More then he should for the people who were hunting down his blood kin.
When they set out to do it this time, Alistair told Vaughn to go into he castle and kidnap a noble woman. Anyone would do, as long as it was a noble. Alistair thought they were all same; all but his Princess anyway. So it would not matter who they took.
Alistair was in the stables, and had three of the prince's horses saddled and waiting. After his meeting with the young prince in the woods, were he lied to him about who he was, Alistair enjoyed stealing things from him in efforts to piss him off.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 24, 2010 22:52:36 GMT -5
Alistair gave a chuckle that would she might have felt more then heard since he was pressed against her back. His hand was wrapped over hers helping her push harder then she had to go deeper, and showing her how to twist the blade to peal the skin back. He shifted his weight so he was more behind her, and reached around on her to help pull away some of the skin. It was a ugly sight and the smell was not exactly an aphrodisiac; so he was expecting her to bolt at any time. Some of the blood squirted up on to his shirt that was serving as her apron and he paused a moment before continuing. Still betting on her running away.
He was rather impressed she was sticking it out this long. Not just for a princess but for a girl. Druid girls and small town girls learned to do this but often times from larger towns did not. They would be horrified at the thought of cutting their own meat. The fact that a princess was doing this, was not escaping his notice. Hell, even most noble men did not skin and cook their own catch.
He had not planned on commenting on her calling him a hypocrite but after a few moments of silence he found he was more willing to speak to her then most people. He wasn't sure why, but nor did he allow him self to think on it. "You were annoyingly ease to kidnap, Princess. most of that is the king's fault. Your his guest he should have protected you better, but part of that is your fault. You were to worried about your father to even notice the signs of something not being right." It annoyed him now that she had done so. What if he had planned to kill her? Someone else could have gotten her and hurt her. He should not care but damn it, he did. "Next time, only go with knights you know and in numbers. AND the moment you know something is not right, you need to have a plan for escape. Blind running will get you caught, kill or worse." He was debating on if tomorrow he should show her how to fight back. Some simple moves she would be able to handle with out a weapon. He did not-however-want her to turn around and use them on him.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 24, 2010 18:26:13 GMT -5
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Alistair noticed her watching him and wondered why she looked at him so. For a moment he debated on embarrassing her and doing or saying something to draw attention to her looking at him but before he could she was removing his shirt. ignoring her taunts about Rilan he just watched her, wondering if this was some sort of a trap.
She was going to skin a deer? He watches as she took the knife and the shocked him even more when she asked for help.. with a soft chuckle he reached of and took the knife from her and sat it down by the deer. He pulled her up and turned her so her back was to him. "Don't panic." He said using the same tone as he had by the river when he cut her dress to help her. Taking the two edges he tied her under dress back so the skirt part had no extra flow to it, and it was tighter on her legs. He then took his shirt and tied the arms around her small waist so it made an apron around her to protect her from the blood.
He then effortlessly dropped down to his knees and picked up the knife. His plan was to help her do it, even though he had bets on her not being able to do it for long. He waited until she was kneeling beside him before moving so he was behind her, his naked chest against her back as he took her hand and wrapped it around the knife. "The next time someone tries to princessnap you, maybe this will help you fight them." He guided her hand to show her how to cut, where to cut, and even how deep to cut.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 24, 2010 13:19:58 GMT -5
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What did she expect he to say? Oh, your right, what was I thinking, why don't you just sit right down and be waited on hand and foot? "Princess, this is something called a deer. You eat it. Like most meats, you can't eat the skin." He told her, before walking closer to her and holding up the knife. He did not think he had to explain more.
He honestly, doubted she'd do it, but he wanted her to know how the people she hunted lived and skinning a deer (while gross) was something they did once or twice a day or they went hungry. They could eat other things, sure but meat keep you full longer and gave you more then carrots. Besides, if she refused he would just make her stand there while he did it. He was not going to spare her her dainty feelings. Life was harsh out here, you toughened up, or you died.
He waited there, silently and unmoving for her reaction. She still wore his shirt, and he was still bare from the waist up. The look made her look like his, in his mind and he knew she never would be. In a few days time she would be back in the arms of the nobles. They would be outraged and angered. The king would would order knights into the woods to hunt them down . . . . and they would be waiting.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 23, 2010 12:38:43 GMT -5
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Alistair watched her curse at him and turn from him and even in his annoyed anger could laugh at her. It came out as a deep chuckle, before he made a tsk tsk sound. "Such words from a noble little princess." He was not going to make her go get the water, even if he wanted her to be out of sight (and out of mind) for when Rilan came home.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Rilan and the others entered the meadow on the far side. Alistair shot a glance at her back before walking over to Marc. "I will take her behind the house, let her prepare the catch." He paused for a moment, "Try to down play her in the retelling. We don't need Rilan's anger to add to the mess." Marc gave him a knowing nod before saying something in an old language, "Chi pachave tut--" But Alistair cut off him a short laugh and words spoken in English, "Nor I." Looking over at the princess, he spoke again, "Maybe the Princess-Gadji is a Chovexani and does not even know it." He joked. Marc rolled his eyes and spoke again, "What your back, Drabarno." Brushing off the warning, Alistair waited until Rilan was close enough, before offering to take the deer they had caught.
Once he had it, he left Rilan with Marc and returned to the princess. "Come, little princess, time to earn your keep." He said just to keep her angry. If she was made at him, she was less likely to go back to the relaxed non-ice queen (and he was less likely to kiss her again). He lead her behind the house, were they were out of Rilan's sight. There he sat down the deer. He pulled a long knife from his boot and paused before offering it to her. "If you come at me with this, I will break your hand." He knew he would not, but he also knew he would NOT be pleased, and he would bid and gag her for the rest of night at lest.
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Post by Alistair on Aug 23, 2010 1:56:23 GMT -5
That is an awesomely timed video. They made a Morgana one as well, talking about Morgana and Gwen. I don't want to talk about spoilers here but the vid is spoiler free. :LINK:
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