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| Topic Started: May 6 2009, 09:29 PM (4,147 Views) | |
| Angharad | May 6 2009, 09:29 PM Post #1 |
is it april yet?
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There returned that boyish gleam in his eyes, the enthusiasm and excitement of a lad who was opening a present knowing it was going to be exactly what he wanted. He kept it contained and controlled though, that sparkle in the deep blue haze of his eyes all that gave him away as he turned his head, admiring her features. Mad - Little fall of snow ehehehhehhhe awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww |
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| Lord Dayton of Hashville | May 6 2009, 09:37 PM Post #2 |
A Song Always Brings Me Back To You
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"Go on then, soldier, try me! Dance and see if I follow your beat!" It was really quite worrying how much more confidence she could muster the moment she had a knife in her hand, and tricks up her sleeve. Angharad on knives *grins* * He might have felt a greater understanding and faith for the Prince called Llewelyn and son of the man he'd been named for, but his crusade now was his friends, and not war. They came first. Remarkably, Llewelyn understood that. He seemed to understand everything, that dark-eyed lad. Iolo...and all the thing through his name...names are so importants *hugs* |
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| Lord Dayton of Hashville | May 6 2009, 10:01 PM Post #3 |
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A Song Always Brings Me Back To You
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And then the dream, which she'd only had a night to dream but enough hours to have it repeated over and over, always ended the same, with the same callous, unloving and most realistic, tangible moment of all. "No wonder father loved you best, his heartless little soldier.” * She saw a figure at the corner of her eye, the silhouette familiar but only slightly so, and took the mare another turn by foot. Unbeknownst to Seren she'd noticed the familiar stranger before, for who he was, and only the will not to be broken into further, tinier, sharper pieces had stopped her recognising him instantly. Another turn and she did, though, her heart a tumult of painful proportions. She stopped, hands cold but firm around the reins as she remembered her stoicism and her barriers – newly rebuilding themselves to stronger things – and approached; mare following dutifully behind, a thick cloud of steamed breath almost a veil. “I suppose Cymru does want you after all then, Iorwerth.” She wouldn't break, not for him, not again. Seren-before the worst ...*flails*...*clings* |
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| Joanie ferch Cadwallon | May 7 2009, 12:51 AM Post #4 |
Soldiers' Girl
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Because – another because, another reason, another way of telling herself it was all right to feel the way she had, the way she did – he'd been him, Iorwerth, her Iolo; because she'd loved him and, for all it made her hate him more, still did. Because loving him made her hate only more desperate, that he had said what he had and that she still loved him after, that it had scared and hurt her, knowing that he would never love her back. -Seren WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! *flails* *wails* *wails as she flails* |
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| Tangwystl Goch | May 7 2009, 09:22 AM Post #5 |
The Red of Rhos
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It showed a trust that she didn't ask, also that she didn't care. But if she didn't trust him with her life, she'd not have had the relationship she did with him - not as a lover and friend anyway. Siw Fach - Let it Snow ehehehehe...meant tooooo beeeee ... After all, Dai was prettier. Ifor just didn't know it. Dai - Someones got to be jolly! *grin* oh controversial *grin* |
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| Angharad | May 7 2009, 12:07 PM Post #6 |
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“Ah, you didn't know James? Any child of mine and David's will be as equally and unattainably as adorable as the last...I'm quite sure it's written somewhere, actually.” Maud - never be alone *nods* true |
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| Angharad | May 7 2009, 12:10 PM Post #7 |
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Because – another because, another reason, another way of telling herself it was all right to feel the way she had, the way she did – he'd been him, Iorwerth, her Iolo; because she'd loved him and, for all it made her hate him more, still did. Because loving him made her hate only more desperate, that he had said what he had and that she still loved him after, that it had scared and hurt her, knowing that he would never love her back. Seren - Before the Worst AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGH... |
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| Angharad | May 7 2009, 12:12 PM Post #8 |
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But if she didn't trust him with her life, she'd not have had the relationship she did with him - not as a lover and friend anyway. Joanie - ...oh for...I CHOSE THE DAMN TITLE *thinks* it was a christmas song of some sort... anyway *heart heals slightly* |
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| Tangwystl Goch | May 7 2009, 12:17 PM Post #9 |
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The Red of Rhos
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He had avoided temptation, avoided anything or anyone that could divert him from his path when all unexpected she had arrived and changed his world around. It was a shock for him to feel these feelings he thought long dead but it made him feel alive after all this time, he felt as if he could conquer the world in her name and to hell with the consequences. However a small voice in the back of his head was yelling at him to warn him against been so reckless. So many years searching for power and finally finding it in his grasp only to lose it for the hope of love. Love, such a simple word and yet so powerful in its true meaning. It was love that gripped his heart and never let him sleep for the ever present thought of her. It hurt when he thought of her refusal of him and remembered the look in her eyes. Those eyes that followed him everywhere and saw deep into his soul and had not liked what it had seen. ... So he continued his thoughts and felt more human and more content than he had for many many years. Brian - God and Passion |
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| James of Chester | May 7 2009, 01:34 PM Post #10 |
Hot Hate Is Twin Brother to Hot Love
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Brian kneeled at the alter in prayer but felt nothing, it had been a long time since he had. His faith had slipped away as he saw the atrocities committed by his fellow Christians and realised God may not be as wonderful as he first thought he was as a child when religion was the most frightening and powerful thing in his life. It still was really as now the threat was closer than ever and one wrong footstep could see him burned. He had avoided temptation, avoided anything or anyone that could divert him from his path when all unexpected she had arrived and changed his world around. It was a shock for him to feel these feelings he thought long dead but it made him feel alive after all this time, he felt as if he could conquer the world in her name and to hell with the consequences. However a small voice in the back of his head was yelling at him to warn him against been so reckless. So many years searching for power and finally finding it in his grasp only to lose it for the hope of love. Love, such a simple word and yet so powerful in its true meaning. It was love that gripped his heart and never let him sleep for the ever present thought of her. It hurt when he thought of her refusal of him and remembered the look in her eyes. Those eyes that followed him everywhere and saw deep into his soul and had not liked what it had seen. Damn him the foolishness of falling in love at this time in his career. It would ruin him when it all came out but he did not care for he could never give her up. Death was a more appealing option than living without her, without the hope that she would see sense and come to him, that they could be happy together somewhere, a place without religious bigots and hostile nobility. If such a place existed then by God he would find it for them. Kneeling he felt the old wound in his left leg beginning to flare again. It was an old injury he had gained at a joust many years ago when an unfortunate blow had led to a lance smashing again his calf and leaving a terrible wound that had never fully healed. He had been so confident of winning that he had not paid attention to the younger man and had just relied on his strength to get him threw to the next round. Of course he had gone on to win the joust, he usually did win but it was an old reminder of losing his focus, of not paying attention to what was happening around him and making a careless error. It was a mistake he would not make again. The pain getting stronger the temptation came to him yet again to go see her. No doubt she would be able to heal him and take away the deep burning pain. Just thinking of her made the pain lesson slightly. Even in this house of God he did not care, he would think of her and continue these thoughts of passion and desire and if God did not like it he could strike him down this instant for his wickedness. Closing his eyes and saying the final prayers that he knew so well they came to his lips unbidden he thought that as there was no lightening bolts heading his way that God either did not care or was too busy that day to burn him for been so unholy in a place where holiness was key. So he continued his thoughts and felt more human and more content than he had for many many years. -Brian, God and Passion Ska already quoted, but omg...that was utterly brilliant and gorgeous. So Brian, but so uniquely your Brian. *applaudes* |
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| Angharad | May 7 2009, 02:11 PM Post #11 |
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For all the things that had passed between them, though he'd meant the initial outburst for their Angharad and not herself, in the end she was not the one he'd gone looking for. It confirmed so much; it choked her breathing as it did, but at least she had her truth, and had one less hopeless dream to keep her from the only one worth fighting for. Seren - Before the Worst see that? that's why they'd never work and why it's all so ****ing hopeless! because we write things and we don't mean to hurt but we always do! it's like that bit in beauty and the beast...the two roads, one all light and sunny and the other all horror and dark and misty...and we always end up turning downt the wrong ****ing path! |
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| Lord Dayton of Hashville | May 7 2009, 04:12 PM Post #12 |
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A Song Always Brings Me Back To You
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! ditto to welsh! agh! and *wails* and now, my turn to flail!! ...he'd been him, Iorwerth, her Iolo; because she'd loved him and, for all it made her hate him more, still did. Because loving him made her hate only more desperate, that he had said what he had and that she still loved him after, that it had scared and hurt her, knowing that he would never love her back * The trouble was tht now he could see the dawn, but she could not. She was still stuck in the dim darkness, shivering in a night with no one to draw her out of it but herself. It was his fault, but again, he didn't have the right to wallow in self-pity, to ask her to be happy for his sake. She had Tangwystl, she had her work, and she had herself. She wasn't a shining star any more, and he wasn't sure any punishment or atonement would ever put that sparkle back in her eyes. Maybe time would. Maybe. He hoped so. * or all the things that had passed between them, though he'd meant the initial outburst for their Angharad and not herself, in the end she was not the one he'd gone looking for. It confirmed so much; it choked her breathing as it did, but at least she had her truth, and had one less hopeless dream to keep her from the only one worth fighting for. * And, because, she knew, knew if she said now instead of later that would be another moment less she'd have to spend here; one less second for stone-faced and sombre-toned pleasantries, one second closer to that point along the road North, alone and sheltered and safe in her own company, when she could crumble freely, and not be afraid to do so. Seren& Iolo- before the worst AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH |
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