Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Aug 6, 2010 12:02:13 GMT -6
Enjoy a peek into what I call 'The Classics' from the place where Adam and Beathag first met, and not as Adam and Beathag. As you know this SL was started after a handful of us emigrated over from another Scottish Story.
"Can't crack this egg with the usual pop on the edge of the skillet... takes out a hammer::"
- MST Will
October 17, 2007
The quote of a lifetime when it comes to winning Beathag over, as by this meeting there had already been some in the belt.
Marco Sudovaine
The return to Inverness was slow because of the wound the horse sustained. Marco's leg pained him some. He had sustained worse but this was bad timing. He finally made it to the stables, unsaddled his horse, and, using salve the liverykeep had on a shelf, applied it to the wound. Having fed the animal, and groomed it enough, he made his way back to the Ruffian. In his room at the Inne, he removed his trousers and began to dress the wound on his thigh the best that he could. He needed to find a healer in town who could keep things to business and not talk. After tending to his own wound, he felt dizzy from the loss of blood and laid down for a while, nude.
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
She knew nothing of where Marco had been or what he had done with his day. Thus far, Beathag felt it none of her affair to question the man so long as he gave her no reason to suspect him of being trifling or underhanded. Either of these things would turn the tender hands in to vicious harbringers of pain. But it seemed someone else had such an idea in mind, didn't they? "Easy now, lad!" she chortled as Aodhan clung to her back while Edme was handled carefully in the front, "There be two o' ye taeday!" Seasalt wind had pinkened her cheers until they glowed, golden hair tried to pry itself from the long braid that kept it at bay. All things wanted to be free after a day of work! Aodhan had learned to say Marco's name, and incessantly asked about his axe wielding friend, " We shall see iffn he be about, aye? for now, out o' this clothes, all o' us!" she shifted the bairin to her hip so the other could lift up the toddler who hung from his mother as one hangs from the branches of the strongest of oaks. They had closed and opened crates today, drawn up plans and done business so that they might have their own in Iverness. What a help he had been, said his mother, as she started her journey up the stairs. Somewhere in the hall, she noticed the cracked door with a sliver of Marco seen, and enough to make her quickly put the children in her room. "stay 'ere now, and 'ave a bit o' a nap.." she said, which was no hard thing as the children were worn as it was. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
The bleeding had stopped and the sleep had done him well. Still he lay on the bed in a half-sleep::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
Protests in words and soft mutters at being released from her hold so soon did the children no good. All were put right in to the large bed, and slept before they could echo out another cry. She did not even take off her gloves before hurrying back down the hall in to the chamber with the sleeping warrior, sealing the door so what was done in secret remained so. "Gods alive," she muttered, looking at the wounds recieved from what ought have been a quiet day for him, "Oh Marco.." she sighed, unabashedly she went to sit at the head of his bed, tapping his shoulder..putting to hands to his cheek. "Marco..eh now, Marco? Wake up.." (d)
Marco Sudovaine
Marco jolted awake to find Bess standing over him... he tried to hide his privates, then the wound, then gave up before he embaressed himself more and just layed there looking up at her with a smirk. "Well hello... I didn't expect..." then he grins evilly... "Why M'Lady... join me?" patting the bed.
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
She gave a slight chuckle as he went about protecting his modesty when all his Heaven sent glory was out in the open air. Ah well, it seemed her prediction of the naked arse of man bloomin' wild in the Scotland like heather had come to pass as another offered up his bits to the cause. "Dun worry o'er it, I shan't be stealin' ye vitals..." She adjusted, reclining against the head of the bed at the first offering of room before she looked at him with a seriousness not to be denied the truth, " Tell me wot happened, then I'ma gonna fetch some wine tae boil, twill clean it aye, needle, thread, packin' if it be deep wounds.." Her eyes were in line with his. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He rolled over on his side to see her better. "M'Lady, yu can steal my vitals anytime..." He tempted fate again by flirting. She was a stone wall but something told him that inside she was a charm - a soft person yearning to love again. Then he glances at his wound then back to her. "Tis nothing serious. I shant lose my leg... but if yer offerin' I shall oblige ye..." of course his eyes peered deep into her beautiful eyes. "Ya know M'Lady... yu have beautiful eyes and long lashes." :::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Aye, and they be green tae. Prattlin' on like a poet when ye are cut tae ribbons..did ye talk down tha' pack o' wolves who did this tae ye too? Told 'em their swords be shinin' in the sunlight right afore they got ye?" She looked on him without a single flinch or blinking of the lash at the nudity just a few inches away. What was one nude man when you'd seen several, and what was several when war called for more? Bashfulness had long been cast out the window. " Keep ye vitals, Marco, though iffn ye be gettin' wounds like tha' someone else may want tae snatch 'em. Now..how'd ye get 'em?" the question was asked again as she leaned over and down to have a gander at them herself (d)
Marco-Sudovaine
He chuckled at her wit and quick comeback. He teased her about the vitals. "I was born with em M'Lady... and I dare say I plan ta die with 'em." followed by a slight chuckle. As far as the one's that cut me..." he paused looking at her with a serious face. "Shall I lie to ye or can ya keep a secret b'tween us?" :::He looks at her and wonders if she will be angrier for a lie or the truth::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
" If ye like tae me I'll know the difference, and if ye lie tae me ye'll lose m'respect and a chance ye won't 'ave ye vitals.." Fingertips touched the bandaged wounds, coming across the deepest one and wincing with a hiss on her lips. " Gah, man. Besides, iffn ye told me ye fell down I'd ask if ye fell down on what, a pitchfork?" she looked up to see what he would have to say. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He winced as she touched the bandage. With gritted teeth "I shant lie to ye... there were more'en twelve ' fifteen..." then he winces again. "I got the four knights in a war joust and 4 or 5 before they cut me." His hand went to her back as she tugged at the bandage. "Damn M'Lady." :::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Aye, well the wine will 'urt worse but it'll keep the sickness from it sae ye body does nay take it in. Nay fever either?" she leaned upward to put a hand to his brow until she was satisfied, "Good, ye've nay taken one.....now..where did ye find these twelve or fifteen, here in the north, or further south? Ye could nay 'ave gotten tae the Lowlands...sae quick.." she pondered in her mind, "the Souther Uplands..mayhap.." She fretted as she pulled the crude bandages away, putting the soiled bits in a nearby refuse bucket before she went to find water, wine to boil, needle, thread, salves, and bandages. (D)
Marco Sudovaine
He smiled when she touched him. That fact alone hardened him, but the bandage removed made it subside. His breath was rapid from both. "Twas in the south a bit... mabbe the Southern Uplands... a glen with rolling hills maybe half day's hard ride. Twas a caravan...with the Duke o' Windsor's crest," he paused again; "and a jailor's wagon." He watched her walk around the room. Curvaeous, taunt form, beautiful... and a fighter too. What a combination he thought. Once again his senses were stirred.:::::
Beathag Aberdeen-McMullin
" A caravan, and a jailor's wagon...sae they did nay come tae fight, but tae take somethin' here...in order for them tae come this far up they must think we still be under treaty...or be causin' fuss themselves...." She came back in to the room with all of the things needed. The wine was put in to a bowl, and tongs would hold it steady as heat found it come to a boil... "They are close..beyond the border and near middle Scotland...they won't be treated as hostile..but who in the hell be they comin' tae jail.." she shook her head and looked to him. "Marco Sudovaine, wot sort o' trouble came with ye tae Iverness?" Was that a hint of smile? Aye, it was..for she knew what trouble was, how it haunted steps and made one hold monichers and new lives where they once had only one name. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He listened to her and her reasoning. They were English to him and he didn't care WHY they were here. Shrugging at her questions he returned the look. "M'Lady... I didn't bring anything here... I followed my targets here... they were here ravaging the villages... from Tweed River all the way ta Edinb'rg... and deep interior as Ben Nevis..." he lays back, then uses the common name. "Bess, I do what many people want... I rid the oppressed from the Oppressors - the English" ::::: He looks at her, his erotica faded, now he feels vulnerable. He is naked, and someone knows his secret. Someone loyal to Inverness and Scotland; though he has not done anything but good for Scotland; in his viewpoint. Still he is vulnerable. His hand finds hers and caresses it::::::
Beathag Aberdeen
"Dun call me m'lady...just Bess.." she corrected him despite the title she held. It meant precious little. War cared not for riches or poverty. It cared not for station. It would come and sweep down on them all no matter of age. She smelled the smoke and blood. It didn't turn her stomach.." Tha' far...tha' much.." her voice became hollow at the reality of what had gone on so far beneath their noses, " All the summer long...and now...we are goin' tae pay the price for war so deep in the mainland.. Marco..m'boat. I took it to Orkney n' had a skirmish tha' drove me tha' far North...but I think they are there..scoutin..they 'ave us surrounded...Spies down from Ireland..in the West. Aye, ye rid us o' the Ainglish. As 'ave I...but tae no avail.." She took the now boiled wine, "Hold fast tae m'hands, this'll hurt." Her eyes looked at the man...and both were vunerable now. She would have to tell him all of herself..for who knew what would come, or had come, over the border. Licking her lips, her eyes apologized as the boiling wine was poured across his thigh and other wounds..the boiling alcohol would cleanse and kill any infection (d)
Marco Sudovaine
"OWwwww chyt woman..." his leg tightened as the wine burned. His hand tightened on hers. It was solid and strong, yet he released it from being crushed. The muscle loosened as the pain subsided. "The English will come... but they shall pay a high price... they shall not just run over the oppressed... If Scotland will ever quit with their petty kings... and follow one... we could surmount an offensive that would drive the English all the way ta Portsmouth." he gritted his teeth... "Men like the Lord of Burgandy, Sir William Sudovaine..."::::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Wot the 'ell does Burgandy 'ave tae do with us..tis a might far, nay? " She waited until he stopped recoiling to pour the last of it, before taking water to it to soak the cloth red with remnants and wash the wounds further. "Asides, we do 'ave aking. Kentigern Lot..Agravaine is Prince...they've done much..spreadin' far n' fast in the limited time they 'ad. The kingdom o' Orkney is now but a part o' Scotland again as it should be. The clans in the north are losin' power for they've forgotten themselves, ally tae fight with each other against one another..but they times 'ave changed again...They will come taegether..and those tha' betray their country will be the first tae fall. Tis alright, " she offered her hand again, " Ye dun 'urt me..Ah've killed, been near killed, n' given birth with scarred inards. " The water made the lot look better..she would move to salve them, numb them, stich them next. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He shakes his head... "Lord William has nothing to do with Scotland... save the fact he wants lands here... to do here what he did in Burgundy to take all he can get... he raped the country for what he could get, then sold it off... he raped my mother and sold me off to the Duke...
Bess Aberdeen McMullin
"The English must be promisin' him tha' land if he is goin' tae come here...this shall be an ugly bout.."
Marco Sudovaine
thats how I came to be... to a Duke who dealt in debaucery... and death... a mere vassal and mercenary... He looks to her with anger in his heart... "Bess... I am yers to do with what yu please... turn me in, keep my secret safe... I am so tired... but the yearn to fight the English runs deep...":::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Dun get all sedimental on me, Marco," she stitched and salved, salved n' stiched, " Aye, we'll gae tae Kentigern and Agravaine taegether, tae tell 'em what we both know...and what we will find...dun care shyte about ye lineage. Want tae know mine? M'great grand kin were Norse, others were Scotts, and then ye've us..born in Aberdeen where they settled. Was raised in the Highlands, married a Highland laird o' some good repute but o' lower status..twas his son I wed. five full years o' seasons..five..before I was widowed...when the men were gone we did nay wait for rapin' pilliagin, or death tae take our children or parents. We rode...we fought...those o' us women o' a mind tae dae sae...and I did tha' after Caibre died...until they caught me..whipped me..tormented me, n' I went intae hidin' there after..Bess Mullins is what they called me..and sae I was. Beathag died for eleven years and Bess lived in Orkney..well off n' retired..until the Ainglish came again...and here? I am Beathag tae the knew..Bess and Beathag tae those tha' know me..." Her blonde hair flashed in the firelight as it was not native of the region but of her Norse blood, but she was Scotland's daughter true. After she bandaged the last of the wounds she took his hand in to hers, " Then dun loose ye yearnin' tae fight...ye will need it now. Ah won't betray ye lineage..but we both need tae tell what we know.." She was close, but an inch from his face (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He listened to her tale, her lineage, what she endured... he had never heard it in such a way as she told it... She didn't run him off, all she did was to seduce him further, whether she wished it or not. Th swish of her golden hair made him smile. His attentiveness to her made him ignore the stitching she did... His hand closed around hers... his head shook lightly to the request she asked... regarding his urge to fight... and smiled when she agreed to keep his secret... "I'll tell yu everything my dear Bess..." then he pulled her close and kissed her with all the passion this man could provide. Lifting her up and rolling her under him on the bed, the kiss resumed ever so passionately:::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
Their nearness had not dawned on her until his wounds were made clean, sewn, and bandaged. She looked at him then, down at his unclothed chest and felt her heart beat as it hadn't in quite a long while. Aye, she'd been wed n' widowed twice...but of the pair of men? None had stirred her as her Caibre had. None had made the sword wielding woman as soft as the petals of a flower. Breathing quickened, and before she could withdraw her lips were found moving in time with his. Pressing, retreating, coming close again as she was pulled close, her back to the bedding as he was atop her. Hand tensed to push him off, but instead it swept up to grip at the curls in his hair as she opened her mouth and let his tongue in, her own sweeping over the roof of his mouth (d)
Marco Sudovaine
His muscels tightened as she responded to his advances... he could tell it had been a while... for them both. Life had been harsh, and they stayed the course. Now could they stay the course they had chosen? His chest felt as if it would be ripped apart from the pounding heart inside. Many a woman had he passed by, women of fine looks and culture, but this Norse Goddess had vexed him. His tongue danced an erotic tango with hers as his hands began to explore.::::
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Marco Sudovaine
A smile spread across his face as he gazed upon her beauty. Propping his head wth his hand, on his side, he could touch caress, and feel her body with no restriction or hesitation. Her calloused hands, her scars meant nothing to him but tools to fulfill passion and to remind him of her strength and conviction. His eyes wandered up and down her form.Then he got a wicked smirk... then he began to find ticklish areas. Even the most stalwart body has ticklish areas, and he was bound to find some::::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
And on that he would be stalled! She pulled him down and rolled until her body, then on his, began to assail his own for the same places! They had loved...and now played like a pair of children in the field. "Ye rogue! " she chuckled and tickled his arm pits, chuckling in to his ears as they played..he found her hips were ticklish as she giggled madly (d)
Gaelic Fealty (8:31:29 PM): The two escaped and fell into the ticklish frenzy, calling each other childish names; rolling about the bed. Then he fell on top of her and kissed her. His eyes caught hers... "I pray that what we have started shall not falter; yu are a strong woman, one a man would be proud to call his own." he puts his finger to her kips. "Shhh my dear Bess, say nothing now, let the fact that we have loved and lost much before on our own; but our time is now. Let not it slip by. I owe yu my fealty. I give it freely, now if yu accept it, then I am bound by honor to stand by yu forever. That is my oath ! I shall protect you, Aodhan, and Edme, as if you were my own wife and children. Then he kisses her lightly and lays his head upon her shoulder:::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
The game came to an end as they were in the posistion all had begun in - her below, him above. His words didn't fall on deaf ears, but ears that took the words in with recoiling. Did she want to reach out for a dream to flicker, to die, like the fraility of acandle light? Finger to lip kept her disproval at bay, her eyes pleading with him not to make promises he couldn't keep. At the end her eyes closed, acceptance of his fealty came with a few choice words, " Only as long as ye have mind tae or as long as ye can..let your oath prove fer itself..with however much time we are given. I can't believe in forever, Marco..I dun 'ave it in me..at least nay tha' I know. Perhaps tha' is m'weakness.." she held him close and looked to him, " I'm afraid, terribly sae ye know. E'en walls 'ave holes." she kissed his forehead (d)
Marco Sudovaine
His eyes searched hers - wise beyond her years - speaking silenced words. "Forever overcomes death. Love can conquer death. We believe as we do because of our past, which forms our thoughts of a future. Until we live for the present, no future will be built, save for the idea we formed from previous events. Our lives in the present will form our future. And yes, even walls have holes, if no one fills those voids... Bess, my dear, I am afraid too. But if yu wish, we can face those fears - together.":::::::
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Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
Was Scotland so cruel a mistress she would not allow her daughter, neigh, her own defenders to find peace? " The sea has stolen, sae her waves Ah'v emastered, the land has stolen, even though blade Ah've mastered. Aye..e'en the impossible happened...Aodhan. I be beyond child rearin' years..sae I've heard. M'son came in a hard labor, but healthy. I can nay 'ave more children..I can nay master death..and we 'ave quite the deal, death and I..I get it takes....it rises I have given.. Our lives now form our future aye? What future hope ye tae have with a woman who can nay bare you an heir? Can ye love a woman with the son o' a dead man, and can ye father an orphan wee girl? Can ye expect ye might die n' leave us...or e'en tha' in this...I might leave the children with nay a mother? Can ye truly live iwth this.." As she asked him, she asked herself of the same (d)
Marco Sudovaine
Grabbing the blonde norse hair, he looks at her. "Yu fear what yu cannot change... the inevitable. If Death comes, then death comes... yu know what I do... I care not if yu are unable to bear child... yu have two... Aodhan and Edme... can yu raise them alone? Would yu push me away? I can love yu more than yu care to know... I know that death may take Scotland's own... and me before them... but I am not inexperienced. I can live with all yu offer me... Now can yu live with a man who loves yu, one who loves yer children as his own... Can yu love a man who does what I do... to invite death at the door when Scotland is in danger? Can yu wield a sword to save a man, or country, and know yer children may be motherless? If we decide to have more children, Scotland can provide us heirs. Can ye live with all this? I offer what I have, nothing more... and I expect the same from yu. If ye say nay... then I shall leave, knowing where my heart will lay. If ye say aye... then say so and live will move in a different direction. ::::
History is enough to know that she said yes..
"Can't crack this egg with the usual pop on the edge of the skillet... takes out a hammer::"
- MST Will
October 17, 2007
The quote of a lifetime when it comes to winning Beathag over, as by this meeting there had already been some in the belt.
Marco Sudovaine
The return to Inverness was slow because of the wound the horse sustained. Marco's leg pained him some. He had sustained worse but this was bad timing. He finally made it to the stables, unsaddled his horse, and, using salve the liverykeep had on a shelf, applied it to the wound. Having fed the animal, and groomed it enough, he made his way back to the Ruffian. In his room at the Inne, he removed his trousers and began to dress the wound on his thigh the best that he could. He needed to find a healer in town who could keep things to business and not talk. After tending to his own wound, he felt dizzy from the loss of blood and laid down for a while, nude.
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
She knew nothing of where Marco had been or what he had done with his day. Thus far, Beathag felt it none of her affair to question the man so long as he gave her no reason to suspect him of being trifling or underhanded. Either of these things would turn the tender hands in to vicious harbringers of pain. But it seemed someone else had such an idea in mind, didn't they? "Easy now, lad!" she chortled as Aodhan clung to her back while Edme was handled carefully in the front, "There be two o' ye taeday!" Seasalt wind had pinkened her cheers until they glowed, golden hair tried to pry itself from the long braid that kept it at bay. All things wanted to be free after a day of work! Aodhan had learned to say Marco's name, and incessantly asked about his axe wielding friend, " We shall see iffn he be about, aye? for now, out o' this clothes, all o' us!" she shifted the bairin to her hip so the other could lift up the toddler who hung from his mother as one hangs from the branches of the strongest of oaks. They had closed and opened crates today, drawn up plans and done business so that they might have their own in Iverness. What a help he had been, said his mother, as she started her journey up the stairs. Somewhere in the hall, she noticed the cracked door with a sliver of Marco seen, and enough to make her quickly put the children in her room. "stay 'ere now, and 'ave a bit o' a nap.." she said, which was no hard thing as the children were worn as it was. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
The bleeding had stopped and the sleep had done him well. Still he lay on the bed in a half-sleep::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
Protests in words and soft mutters at being released from her hold so soon did the children no good. All were put right in to the large bed, and slept before they could echo out another cry. She did not even take off her gloves before hurrying back down the hall in to the chamber with the sleeping warrior, sealing the door so what was done in secret remained so. "Gods alive," she muttered, looking at the wounds recieved from what ought have been a quiet day for him, "Oh Marco.." she sighed, unabashedly she went to sit at the head of his bed, tapping his shoulder..putting to hands to his cheek. "Marco..eh now, Marco? Wake up.." (d)
Marco Sudovaine
Marco jolted awake to find Bess standing over him... he tried to hide his privates, then the wound, then gave up before he embaressed himself more and just layed there looking up at her with a smirk. "Well hello... I didn't expect..." then he grins evilly... "Why M'Lady... join me?" patting the bed.
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
She gave a slight chuckle as he went about protecting his modesty when all his Heaven sent glory was out in the open air. Ah well, it seemed her prediction of the naked arse of man bloomin' wild in the Scotland like heather had come to pass as another offered up his bits to the cause. "Dun worry o'er it, I shan't be stealin' ye vitals..." She adjusted, reclining against the head of the bed at the first offering of room before she looked at him with a seriousness not to be denied the truth, " Tell me wot happened, then I'ma gonna fetch some wine tae boil, twill clean it aye, needle, thread, packin' if it be deep wounds.." Her eyes were in line with his. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He rolled over on his side to see her better. "M'Lady, yu can steal my vitals anytime..." He tempted fate again by flirting. She was a stone wall but something told him that inside she was a charm - a soft person yearning to love again. Then he glances at his wound then back to her. "Tis nothing serious. I shant lose my leg... but if yer offerin' I shall oblige ye..." of course his eyes peered deep into her beautiful eyes. "Ya know M'Lady... yu have beautiful eyes and long lashes." :::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Aye, and they be green tae. Prattlin' on like a poet when ye are cut tae ribbons..did ye talk down tha' pack o' wolves who did this tae ye too? Told 'em their swords be shinin' in the sunlight right afore they got ye?" She looked on him without a single flinch or blinking of the lash at the nudity just a few inches away. What was one nude man when you'd seen several, and what was several when war called for more? Bashfulness had long been cast out the window. " Keep ye vitals, Marco, though iffn ye be gettin' wounds like tha' someone else may want tae snatch 'em. Now..how'd ye get 'em?" the question was asked again as she leaned over and down to have a gander at them herself (d)
Marco-Sudovaine
He chuckled at her wit and quick comeback. He teased her about the vitals. "I was born with em M'Lady... and I dare say I plan ta die with 'em." followed by a slight chuckle. As far as the one's that cut me..." he paused looking at her with a serious face. "Shall I lie to ye or can ya keep a secret b'tween us?" :::He looks at her and wonders if she will be angrier for a lie or the truth::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
" If ye like tae me I'll know the difference, and if ye lie tae me ye'll lose m'respect and a chance ye won't 'ave ye vitals.." Fingertips touched the bandaged wounds, coming across the deepest one and wincing with a hiss on her lips. " Gah, man. Besides, iffn ye told me ye fell down I'd ask if ye fell down on what, a pitchfork?" she looked up to see what he would have to say. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He winced as she touched the bandage. With gritted teeth "I shant lie to ye... there were more'en twelve ' fifteen..." then he winces again. "I got the four knights in a war joust and 4 or 5 before they cut me." His hand went to her back as she tugged at the bandage. "Damn M'Lady." :::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Aye, well the wine will 'urt worse but it'll keep the sickness from it sae ye body does nay take it in. Nay fever either?" she leaned upward to put a hand to his brow until she was satisfied, "Good, ye've nay taken one.....now..where did ye find these twelve or fifteen, here in the north, or further south? Ye could nay 'ave gotten tae the Lowlands...sae quick.." she pondered in her mind, "the Souther Uplands..mayhap.." She fretted as she pulled the crude bandages away, putting the soiled bits in a nearby refuse bucket before she went to find water, wine to boil, needle, thread, salves, and bandages. (D)
Marco Sudovaine
He smiled when she touched him. That fact alone hardened him, but the bandage removed made it subside. His breath was rapid from both. "Twas in the south a bit... mabbe the Southern Uplands... a glen with rolling hills maybe half day's hard ride. Twas a caravan...with the Duke o' Windsor's crest," he paused again; "and a jailor's wagon." He watched her walk around the room. Curvaeous, taunt form, beautiful... and a fighter too. What a combination he thought. Once again his senses were stirred.:::::
Beathag Aberdeen-McMullin
" A caravan, and a jailor's wagon...sae they did nay come tae fight, but tae take somethin' here...in order for them tae come this far up they must think we still be under treaty...or be causin' fuss themselves...." She came back in to the room with all of the things needed. The wine was put in to a bowl, and tongs would hold it steady as heat found it come to a boil... "They are close..beyond the border and near middle Scotland...they won't be treated as hostile..but who in the hell be they comin' tae jail.." she shook her head and looked to him. "Marco Sudovaine, wot sort o' trouble came with ye tae Iverness?" Was that a hint of smile? Aye, it was..for she knew what trouble was, how it haunted steps and made one hold monichers and new lives where they once had only one name. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He listened to her and her reasoning. They were English to him and he didn't care WHY they were here. Shrugging at her questions he returned the look. "M'Lady... I didn't bring anything here... I followed my targets here... they were here ravaging the villages... from Tweed River all the way ta Edinb'rg... and deep interior as Ben Nevis..." he lays back, then uses the common name. "Bess, I do what many people want... I rid the oppressed from the Oppressors - the English" ::::: He looks at her, his erotica faded, now he feels vulnerable. He is naked, and someone knows his secret. Someone loyal to Inverness and Scotland; though he has not done anything but good for Scotland; in his viewpoint. Still he is vulnerable. His hand finds hers and caresses it::::::
Beathag Aberdeen
"Dun call me m'lady...just Bess.." she corrected him despite the title she held. It meant precious little. War cared not for riches or poverty. It cared not for station. It would come and sweep down on them all no matter of age. She smelled the smoke and blood. It didn't turn her stomach.." Tha' far...tha' much.." her voice became hollow at the reality of what had gone on so far beneath their noses, " All the summer long...and now...we are goin' tae pay the price for war so deep in the mainland.. Marco..m'boat. I took it to Orkney n' had a skirmish tha' drove me tha' far North...but I think they are there..scoutin..they 'ave us surrounded...Spies down from Ireland..in the West. Aye, ye rid us o' the Ainglish. As 'ave I...but tae no avail.." She took the now boiled wine, "Hold fast tae m'hands, this'll hurt." Her eyes looked at the man...and both were vunerable now. She would have to tell him all of herself..for who knew what would come, or had come, over the border. Licking her lips, her eyes apologized as the boiling wine was poured across his thigh and other wounds..the boiling alcohol would cleanse and kill any infection (d)
Marco Sudovaine
"OWwwww chyt woman..." his leg tightened as the wine burned. His hand tightened on hers. It was solid and strong, yet he released it from being crushed. The muscle loosened as the pain subsided. "The English will come... but they shall pay a high price... they shall not just run over the oppressed... If Scotland will ever quit with their petty kings... and follow one... we could surmount an offensive that would drive the English all the way ta Portsmouth." he gritted his teeth... "Men like the Lord of Burgandy, Sir William Sudovaine..."::::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Wot the 'ell does Burgandy 'ave tae do with us..tis a might far, nay? " She waited until he stopped recoiling to pour the last of it, before taking water to it to soak the cloth red with remnants and wash the wounds further. "Asides, we do 'ave aking. Kentigern Lot..Agravaine is Prince...they've done much..spreadin' far n' fast in the limited time they 'ad. The kingdom o' Orkney is now but a part o' Scotland again as it should be. The clans in the north are losin' power for they've forgotten themselves, ally tae fight with each other against one another..but they times 'ave changed again...They will come taegether..and those tha' betray their country will be the first tae fall. Tis alright, " she offered her hand again, " Ye dun 'urt me..Ah've killed, been near killed, n' given birth with scarred inards. " The water made the lot look better..she would move to salve them, numb them, stich them next. (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He shakes his head... "Lord William has nothing to do with Scotland... save the fact he wants lands here... to do here what he did in Burgundy to take all he can get... he raped the country for what he could get, then sold it off... he raped my mother and sold me off to the Duke...
Bess Aberdeen McMullin
"The English must be promisin' him tha' land if he is goin' tae come here...this shall be an ugly bout.."
Marco Sudovaine
thats how I came to be... to a Duke who dealt in debaucery... and death... a mere vassal and mercenary... He looks to her with anger in his heart... "Bess... I am yers to do with what yu please... turn me in, keep my secret safe... I am so tired... but the yearn to fight the English runs deep...":::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullin
"Dun get all sedimental on me, Marco," she stitched and salved, salved n' stiched, " Aye, we'll gae tae Kentigern and Agravaine taegether, tae tell 'em what we both know...and what we will find...dun care shyte about ye lineage. Want tae know mine? M'great grand kin were Norse, others were Scotts, and then ye've us..born in Aberdeen where they settled. Was raised in the Highlands, married a Highland laird o' some good repute but o' lower status..twas his son I wed. five full years o' seasons..five..before I was widowed...when the men were gone we did nay wait for rapin' pilliagin, or death tae take our children or parents. We rode...we fought...those o' us women o' a mind tae dae sae...and I did tha' after Caibre died...until they caught me..whipped me..tormented me, n' I went intae hidin' there after..Bess Mullins is what they called me..and sae I was. Beathag died for eleven years and Bess lived in Orkney..well off n' retired..until the Ainglish came again...and here? I am Beathag tae the knew..Bess and Beathag tae those tha' know me..." Her blonde hair flashed in the firelight as it was not native of the region but of her Norse blood, but she was Scotland's daughter true. After she bandaged the last of the wounds she took his hand in to hers, " Then dun loose ye yearnin' tae fight...ye will need it now. Ah won't betray ye lineage..but we both need tae tell what we know.." She was close, but an inch from his face (d)
Marco Sudovaine
He listened to her tale, her lineage, what she endured... he had never heard it in such a way as she told it... She didn't run him off, all she did was to seduce him further, whether she wished it or not. Th swish of her golden hair made him smile. His attentiveness to her made him ignore the stitching she did... His hand closed around hers... his head shook lightly to the request she asked... regarding his urge to fight... and smiled when she agreed to keep his secret... "I'll tell yu everything my dear Bess..." then he pulled her close and kissed her with all the passion this man could provide. Lifting her up and rolling her under him on the bed, the kiss resumed ever so passionately:::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
Their nearness had not dawned on her until his wounds were made clean, sewn, and bandaged. She looked at him then, down at his unclothed chest and felt her heart beat as it hadn't in quite a long while. Aye, she'd been wed n' widowed twice...but of the pair of men? None had stirred her as her Caibre had. None had made the sword wielding woman as soft as the petals of a flower. Breathing quickened, and before she could withdraw her lips were found moving in time with his. Pressing, retreating, coming close again as she was pulled close, her back to the bedding as he was atop her. Hand tensed to push him off, but instead it swept up to grip at the curls in his hair as she opened her mouth and let his tongue in, her own sweeping over the roof of his mouth (d)
Marco Sudovaine
His muscels tightened as she responded to his advances... he could tell it had been a while... for them both. Life had been harsh, and they stayed the course. Now could they stay the course they had chosen? His chest felt as if it would be ripped apart from the pounding heart inside. Many a woman had he passed by, women of fine looks and culture, but this Norse Goddess had vexed him. His tongue danced an erotic tango with hers as his hands began to explore.::::
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Marco Sudovaine
A smile spread across his face as he gazed upon her beauty. Propping his head wth his hand, on his side, he could touch caress, and feel her body with no restriction or hesitation. Her calloused hands, her scars meant nothing to him but tools to fulfill passion and to remind him of her strength and conviction. His eyes wandered up and down her form.Then he got a wicked smirk... then he began to find ticklish areas. Even the most stalwart body has ticklish areas, and he was bound to find some::::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
And on that he would be stalled! She pulled him down and rolled until her body, then on his, began to assail his own for the same places! They had loved...and now played like a pair of children in the field. "Ye rogue! " she chuckled and tickled his arm pits, chuckling in to his ears as they played..he found her hips were ticklish as she giggled madly (d)
Gaelic Fealty (8:31:29 PM): The two escaped and fell into the ticklish frenzy, calling each other childish names; rolling about the bed. Then he fell on top of her and kissed her. His eyes caught hers... "I pray that what we have started shall not falter; yu are a strong woman, one a man would be proud to call his own." he puts his finger to her kips. "Shhh my dear Bess, say nothing now, let the fact that we have loved and lost much before on our own; but our time is now. Let not it slip by. I owe yu my fealty. I give it freely, now if yu accept it, then I am bound by honor to stand by yu forever. That is my oath ! I shall protect you, Aodhan, and Edme, as if you were my own wife and children. Then he kisses her lightly and lays his head upon her shoulder:::::
Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
The game came to an end as they were in the posistion all had begun in - her below, him above. His words didn't fall on deaf ears, but ears that took the words in with recoiling. Did she want to reach out for a dream to flicker, to die, like the fraility of acandle light? Finger to lip kept her disproval at bay, her eyes pleading with him not to make promises he couldn't keep. At the end her eyes closed, acceptance of his fealty came with a few choice words, " Only as long as ye have mind tae or as long as ye can..let your oath prove fer itself..with however much time we are given. I can't believe in forever, Marco..I dun 'ave it in me..at least nay tha' I know. Perhaps tha' is m'weakness.." she held him close and looked to him, " I'm afraid, terribly sae ye know. E'en walls 'ave holes." she kissed his forehead (d)
Marco Sudovaine
His eyes searched hers - wise beyond her years - speaking silenced words. "Forever overcomes death. Love can conquer death. We believe as we do because of our past, which forms our thoughts of a future. Until we live for the present, no future will be built, save for the idea we formed from previous events. Our lives in the present will form our future. And yes, even walls have holes, if no one fills those voids... Bess, my dear, I am afraid too. But if yu wish, we can face those fears - together.":::::::
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Bess Aberdeen-McMullins
Was Scotland so cruel a mistress she would not allow her daughter, neigh, her own defenders to find peace? " The sea has stolen, sae her waves Ah'v emastered, the land has stolen, even though blade Ah've mastered. Aye..e'en the impossible happened...Aodhan. I be beyond child rearin' years..sae I've heard. M'son came in a hard labor, but healthy. I can nay 'ave more children..I can nay master death..and we 'ave quite the deal, death and I..I get it takes....it rises I have given.. Our lives now form our future aye? What future hope ye tae have with a woman who can nay bare you an heir? Can ye love a woman with the son o' a dead man, and can ye father an orphan wee girl? Can ye expect ye might die n' leave us...or e'en tha' in this...I might leave the children with nay a mother? Can ye truly live iwth this.." As she asked him, she asked herself of the same (d)
Marco Sudovaine
Grabbing the blonde norse hair, he looks at her. "Yu fear what yu cannot change... the inevitable. If Death comes, then death comes... yu know what I do... I care not if yu are unable to bear child... yu have two... Aodhan and Edme... can yu raise them alone? Would yu push me away? I can love yu more than yu care to know... I know that death may take Scotland's own... and me before them... but I am not inexperienced. I can live with all yu offer me... Now can yu live with a man who loves yu, one who loves yer children as his own... Can yu love a man who does what I do... to invite death at the door when Scotland is in danger? Can yu wield a sword to save a man, or country, and know yer children may be motherless? If we decide to have more children, Scotland can provide us heirs. Can ye live with all this? I offer what I have, nothing more... and I expect the same from yu. If ye say nay... then I shall leave, knowing where my heart will lay. If ye say aye... then say so and live will move in a different direction. ::::
History is enough to know that she said yes..
