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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:09 pm
The Medical Wing
Welcome to the medical wing of the castle.
Well, the only reason you should be here is for illness or injury, otherwise, scram before you wake the patients up!
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:16 pm
 Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen stepped into the medical wing of the castle, still holding Ewan's hand to make sure that he wouldn't run into anything or trip. I really hope he doesn't get this drunk very often... otherwise I'll feel like I have to do this every time he goes there looking for a night of pleasure. She inwardly rolled her eyes at the thought, but she had little hope of ever being given such a chance because of her disguise. She gently pushed him in direction of one of the beds for him to sit down or something while she went to drawn a pitcher of water.
She set it on one of the bedside tables and took off the outer layer of her leather 'armor', which wasn't as protective of the weather as it was from an astray blade in the training grounds, and set the soaking thing beside the fire in order for it to dry. And then she stretched her arms above her head, enjoying the dryness of the castle. She'd never been very fond of the rain, but she would endure it for those that she believed worthy of such trust and loyalty. "Would you care for me to get you anything?" She asked, knowing that he might wake up with a pounding headache as was typical of drinking too much. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable, mostly because she didn't want to leave right away. She didn't want to go back tot he knight's quarters and be alone for who knows how long because Gave was most likely still at the seamstress's shop or at the training grounds with the woman.
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:36 pm
Ewan watched the squire as she moved about the small hospital wing of the castle, surprised she was able to find anything -he certainly couldn't. Most of his medical emergencies occurred out on the streets or in the warm chambers of a noble. Always being unwilling to move, Ewan had grown accustomed to moving his practice to wherever the patient wished to be. Of course townspeople came by occasionally with minor injuries, but besides a short sit on one of the few cots he had erected years before, they left within the hour. Ewan could feel the accumulated dust from old sheets between his fingers and tickling his nose, making much needed sleep impossible as he focused his efforts on not sneezing. Sneeze and something would certainly erupt from his stomach.
Teetering up onto his feet once again, Ewan clambered over to the squire, slowly enough to allow her time to take off her thicker padding to reveal a much more shapely figure beneath. "New pants, maybe. There is a pair in the drawers over there," he said while pointing then stripping off his wet shirt still heavily damp from the first glass of water. He laid his shirt on the same rack that the squire had laid her clothes and snuck sideways glances at her when she wasn't looking -or at least he hoped. Even underneath her layers of clothing, Ewan could tell she was curvy and fit from wearing the heavy armor around day in and day out. A body similar to Finvara's, he thought, making him smile sheepishly in the golden light of the hearth.
His pants could have easily dried from the warm of the fire, but that wouldn't have been any fun. He still had just enough energy to try and make the squire blush as much as possible. "Maybe some new underpants as well," he added, clumsily unfastening his boots and belt, Taking off her own clothes meant she'd have to stay for at least a little while, meaning Ewan had plenty of time (if he could stay awake) to make her want to admit her disguise.[Also, this is what Ewan looks like when he takes off his shirt. Link ]
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:21 pm
Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen hadn't noticed him taking in her figure, mostly because her back was turned to him a majority of the time. She could hear his clumsy movements as he stood up and glanced over her shoulder and nodded at his request. She walked over to the area where he'd pointed and withdrew a new pair of pants for him before she heard his second request. She cleared her throat a little nervously before regaining her composure... well, at least a little, anyways. She withdrew the set of under clothing before turning and quickly turning her back to him, taking a deep breath in hopes of containing her nerves.
Once she believed that she'd braced herself for him, she turned again and stared him directly in the face, her eyes shifting only once before being glued back to his face. Her cheeks were redder than a parrot and her movements were sloppy as she quickly deposited the clothes that he'd asked for before walking over to the fire and turning away. Good god... he has the body of a god, but... bah! You're becoming an idiot, Anwen! You've seen plenty of men, because you trained with them for several years, but... why didn'y your training prepare you for this?!
In hopes of looking like she was too busy to be looking at him, which she glanced over a couple of times before gaining control of herself and the furious red blush on her cheeks and making the back of her neck burn with embarassment, she began to take her own soft-soled, leather boots and strip her feet of her stockings to prevent unwelcomed parasitic calamities. She hadn't noted that he'd noticed her more feminine figure, so she took off two of three of her 'under shirts', leaving the last one which was white and soaked covering her torso. Her chest, which was bound by bandages in order to make her flat-chested could be partially seen through the damp material.
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can. [ Good god. XP ]
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:56 pm
Ewan couldn't help but grin as he watched the squire circle around, clearly uncomfortable. His body had always been lean and muscular from small duties he performed during the day and strenuous events at night, but his muscles were hardly the part that attracted females' attention. Had he never become a doctor, loitering the streets at night could have easily been another profession. "Thanks," he said, fumbling with the clothes in his hands to find the correct hole to place his limb into. To drunk to have the patience to fulfill the simple task, he decided it was best to stay naked at first. After seeing the squire strip more clothing off and get a glimpse of her bare stomach as she lifted the clothing over her head, he decided it was best to at least put the pants on.
What are you doing, Ewan? Getting undressed is half the battle! He could feel blood rush to his cheeks, unsure of why the unexpected embarrassment prevented him from walking over to the fire and running his hands slowly up her sides. She was getting undressed. Surely she wanted it, right? Ewan breathed in deeply, unsure of what to do. 'Andrew' may have still believed that their false identity was unknown, but as Ewan continued looking at her, the visible skin glistening as the rain reflected in the light of the fire, he couldn't help but become his old self.
Ewan walked slowly, confidence building with every step as he came up behind the squire, leaned his lips in close to her ear and ran his hands up and down her sides. The bandages holding her tightly were taunt, but he could feel the junctions binding them together beneath his fingers. "What if I told you I knew a secret? One that you would know too, but that we couldn't ever talk about?" he whispered lowly, grazing his lips against the outer ring of her ear.[After looking at the awesomeness of the photo, I decided it was definitely the socks that sold me. XD]
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:41 am
[[ Yeah. It's the socks that get me every time. Or maybe it was the plaid... hmmm... XDDD ]] Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen heard his steps coming closer, but she hadn't expected the next couple of events that made her flinch. By his words she knew that he knew that 'he' was a 'she'. She could feel his breath on her ear and it made the hair on the back of her stand on end. Not only could she feel his breath, but she could also smell it as well. He was drunk, but he wasn't so drunk as to not know her true gender. She had to prevent herself from retaliating against him physically, mostly because she didn't want to have to explain why the medical expert had a broken nose or a bruised eye. Why did I become so quick to assume that he wouldn't notice? She pleaded with herself before she glanced up at him out of the corner of her amber eyes that seemed to burn like ember in the light of the fireplace.
She cleared her throat, trying to make it sound as if she'd wanted him to know her true identity, but failed miserably and it was prominent in the shaking of her voice, her feminine voice, "A secret that both of us may die for if you don't keep your mouth shut." But by the looks of him, whom of which was only half dressed and only barely at that, he wouldn't get the full idea until he was sober enough to understand. And here she was, stuck with him while he was drunk and lusting for something that she had prevented him from receiving just prior to bringing him here. She couldn't help but pick out the sense of longing within the whirlpool of emotions flooding through her veins. "Alas, secrets have a tendancy to bring people together, but I don't think that's what you're trying to get at here." The last statement was said coyly, knowing full well what he wanted, but was still confused about all of the emotions welling up within her; fear and attraction were at the top of this internal list.
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 6:11 pm
[The plaid and the armpit thing were a close second. XD] Ewan was suprized when the squire made eye contact with him, but not because the act was unusual. Normally women that spun on him after his initial advancement were either furious or accepting, but always decisive enough to pick only one reaction. Even as the squire spoke, Ewan found himself trying to analyze her, her uncertainty making his hands drifft off her body. It wasn't until she mentioned 'die' that he realized the weight of her secret, but more importantly during his current drunk state, that her uncertaininty may not have been directed towards him. Placed his hands back on her sides and traced them down the bony curves of her hips. In hindsight, stepping away from a trained sword weilder would have been the safer choice considering the gamble, but the alcohol was making him feel more daring than usual.
"I'll be quiet - promise," he responded, moving his hands firmly across her small waist to bring her into a loose hold. He maintained eye contact, watching for sudden fury that would sent her wheeling fist-first. Ewan could at least squeeze her tightly from this position and carry her, thrashing violently, to the door if need be. A dead-bolt on the door seemed to be the only thing that could protect him from a woman's wrath. Most of those women were fully clothed, though.
It wasn't until after his first answer that he realized what the squire was suggesting. "If you mean using your secret to take advantage of you, then you're right, that's not what I'm trying to get at. In the shallow depths of my heart there is a little honor somewhere, but not much" he whispered between soft kisses that he planted down her neck, forcing her head to crane over to reach some of the exposed skin of her shoulder. The delicate parts of the conversation he'd analyze tomorrow, but at the moment he was solely investied in making the squire spend the night in one way or another.
"What is your name?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 6:58 pm
Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen swallowed in both fear and hesitation when his hands drifted to her hips and then around her small frame of a body. Her blazing amber eyes widened, unsure of how to act. There was more fear than anger in her eyes. She'd never been treated as a 'woman' before this point, except for the few times that her father's noblemen allies had come to the estate and had tried grabbing her for the sake of having a maid in their beds that evening. Alas, her father had protected her from their aggressive approaches towards her, which had more often than not left her bruised for 'attacking' them.
Then came the kisses on her neck, which made her heart flutter like a bird trapped in the claws of a cat. She could still smell the alcohol on his breath and wondered why on earth she was allowing a man with such little intelligence, at the moment that is, be holding her as he was. But the way that she was beginning to feel was warming her faster than that of the fireplace that were mere feet away from her sitting place. Her was playing her like a harp by this point, which surprised her. She had been taught to have self-control over her mind, emotions, and body, but here she was, allowing a druken man to unbury her feminine side.
"Anwen is my real name." She said in a dreamy state. It was like there had been a panther pacing back and forth within her body, just waiting for the perfect point of weakness. It was getting ready to make its escape.
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 7:55 pm
Ewan was beginning to get tired. Anwen was stiff as a board between his arms and only grew stiffer and stiffer from whatever haunting thoughts she possessed despite Ewan's most carefully performed kisses along her skin. Tossing her onto the closest cot in sudden lust seemed an event too far in the future for him to be conscious for. "A beautiful name that must never be said," he answered sadly, giving Anwen a quick kiss on the cheek before unwrapping his arms and stumbling over to the closest cot.
"It's going to be cold tonight. I'm sure you know what cold winds sudden storms like these trail behind them," Ewan said, tossing off the dusty top sheet and hauling the entire bed over to the fire. The cot was splitting as it screeched across the uneven stone floor, but his usual bed hiding in one of the odd rooms in the far back corner of the medical wing was too far from the fire to keep either of them warm.
"You can pull over your own bed if you like," he said while smiling sheepishly and realigning his bed so that it took up the entire width of the hearth. "Or you can stay with me. I promise I'll be very poor company," he muttered between a lengthy yawn. Ewan sat on the edge of the cot and patted the spot next to him. It would be strange having to sleep with pants on, but he was willing to do whatever necessary to convince her to stay the night. "There are ghosts that roam the halls at night in the hallway outside. Along with a troop of irritated stepmothers. I wouldn't go out there if I were you." Lying had always been one of his better skills. Ewan laid down on the side of the bed furthest from the fireplace in hopes Anwen would be tempted by the superior spot.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 8:04 pm
Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen nearly sighed in relief when he released her from his strong hold. She swallowed a little when he offered the spot closest to the fireplace and couldn't help but wish to take the spot. "Aye, I know what kinds of winds a storm like this drags along behind it." She then walked over and crawled into the same bed, making sure that she was as far away from him as she could possibly be. "I would actually prefer your worst company than what you believe to be your 'best'." She said as she quickly pulled a blanket around her small frame. Her amber eyes drifted closed, but before she fell into a deep slumber, she managed to say, "Thank you, Ewan... whether I am Anwen or Andrew... I shall always be in your debt."
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 11:24 pm
Ewan chuckled to himself at Anwen's first comment. We shall see, he thought as he closed his eyes and listened to the heavy rain charge into the glass panes of the many tall windows spreading the cracking light of the powerful storm around the wing. Ewan took a deep breath and shifted his upper body, settling the length of his forearm up against the flat of Anwen's back so that any objection could easily be defeated by mentioning the small width of the bed. The squire had already accepted sharing the bed, it was just a matter of time before she'd want more. In the meantime, he would spend the nights discovering sly movements to edge himself closer and closer to her until the hour she turned to meet him.
The tough cloth of his pants around his calves felt restraining, forcing him to shift a couple times to free the fabric. Within minutes however, his limbs felt heavy and the pounding of the storm became quieter as his mind fogged, soberly, from the comfort of the bed.
When Anwen spoke again, Ewan cracked open his eyes for the last time that night to watch the fire roar in the hearth. Owing a debt always seemed to be something prominent in the warrior classes, nobility, and those living in the streets below the castle, but his old village was quicker to attribute good deeds as gifts that came with far less obligation. "A person who feels they owe a debt won't return tomorrow night," he whispered sleepily, shifting his arm around her stomach to make his point more clear.
Tiredness now aggressively tugged on the lids of his eyes, making the last image of Anwen's untucked hair against the roaring fire turn bright red in the rich light- reminding him of Finvara before falling asleep.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 8:31 pm
Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen had fallen asleep before she'd heard his words, though they had been practically whispered in her ear. She didn't feel safe in the slightest, but that was the feeling that came with sleeping with a drunken man that had just tried to seduce you, she supposed. He's so nice and warm... She thought with a small smile before she settle more deeply into her dreamland. Over the course of the night, she had rolled over, resting her head on his chest and had snuggled closer and closer to him for the warm that he provided when the fire had become to warm for comfort.
The next morning, she woke with a start due to the fact that she felt a firm body practically beneath her and she hadn't the slightest idea where she was in her current state of wakefulness. She sat up as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her while she'd been passed out and gazed about only to remember that night's events. No intercourse while she had been awake. No intercourse while she'd been asleep.
She sighed with relief as she looked down at Ewan and couldn't help but smile a little. There was a peaceful look on his face that gave her a moment's worth of believing that there was some hope for her being a woman, a warrior, and an heir to her family's estate.
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:06 pm
Ewan woke with the sun, but stayed still as he felt Anwen still breathing softly atop his chest. For being so skittish earlier in the small hours of the morning when he predicted they had finally fallen asleep, Anwen became quite comfortable with him throughout the night. Normally a drink or twelve directly before bed kept Ewan unconscious in a peaceful, dreamless sleep despite the snoring of an occasional guest, but Anwen’s sharp elbows seemed to find his sternum every time she shifted in an endless war against the covers. He woke with confusion the first couple times before finally pulling her on top of him for purely safety reasons to prevent her bony weapons from striking him harshly.
He debated all morning telling her, in humorous ways of course, of her aggression, but when she woke with such a start that seemed she had just been bitten by a snake, he immediately concluded she had somehow noticed his morning tent and mocked sleeping out of embarrassment. Why he became so embarrassed, he had no idea, but when Anwen didn’t hit him he figured it was safe to wake.
“I normally steal down to the kitchen and nab some freshly charred bread, but it looks like you’re more of an early riser than I am,” he muttered, throwing in a fake yawn. He opened his eyes and starred up at her. It was pleasant to watch her from a close distance when she wasn’t visibly nervous to the core. “Looks like you slept well,” he said slyly, giving her a quick squeeze around her abdomen.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:32 pm
Anwen “Andrew” Fiddler
A Girl in Boy’s Clothing
Please, just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do,
Anwen's face became emotionless when he woke up, mostly because she didn't want him to realize that she had been admiring him whilst he slept. Then again, she hadn't known that he'd been woken by her sharp elbows, which had saved her more than once in a tight bind. "I... well, yes, we wake at dawn, but it appears as if I've slept in." She said with a small smile. "If given the choice, I would have slept in longer." She was tempted to lay back down on his chest again, which was probably one of the comfiest things she'd ever slept upon, to her own saddening.
Then his arms tigthened around her abdomen and she gave him a look that told him if he went any further than that, she would most likely react the way that he'd originalyl assumed she would react. "Strangely... I did sleep better than I have the past several months." She said in slight astonishment. Lately, her nights had been riddled with confusion as to her own identity and the nightmares that simply replayed the memories of her mother's deathly sickness time and time again. Her eyes held a more radient and wakeful glow than they had in the past several years and a smile was playing on the edges of her full lips.
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things that make you run away
Catch you if I can.
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Undaunted_Hawk Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:28 pm
Nothing about Anwen was matching. Her clothes contrasted with her beauty, her words were contradictory to her expressions, and as she continued to lay on top of him despite both of them finally being awake, Ewan could only imagine her present conflicting with her desired future. Denying her true identity to pursue the position of a squire was what he assumed her motives for the cross-dressing and secrecy were, but such a goal must be sworn with heavy sacrifices -namely, the open pursuit of love. Ewan found himself curious as he wondered what her plans for the future actually were. Her small frame matched that of a squire boy, so surely her duty must be temporary? Even her stay in the village must be short-lived to avoid the suspicious eye from noticing her inability to hypertrophy as a man would. Ewan debated asking her as she mused about her night, but decided the less he knew the better for them both.
“Oh? You haven’t had anyone to lie with in months then? The life of a squire is more sacrificial than I thought,” Ewan teased, knowing full well of her unusual circumstances. “You should stay in bed longer then,” he continued, sliding his arms up to wrap around her trunk and quickly sending them spinning as he rolled their intertwined bodies across the bed, coming to a strategic stop on top of her. She would hate him for it, but he hadn’t met a woman yet that could speak directly after being pinned by the chest and legs beneath his muscular, partially naked body. If the woman stayed quiet for long enough, Ewan would start with kissing before maneuvering her thighs apart. Anwen likely wouldn’t let him get that far, but sober moves needed to be made to make her return to his shoddy cot.
“Besides, I need time to prepare the remedy for your hands,” he said unnaturally low, keeping his eyes locked with hers as if to say ‘stay’. When he jumped up, he did so quicklt to assure he was out of striking range. Ewan walked across the medical wing and found his bag scattered along the floor as it so often was after nights he arrived home intoxicated. Luckily, the small plant inside was unharmed and he plucked a couple of its thick leaves to toss into a partially clean mortor. With the addition of only a small trickle of water, Ewan formed yet another unpleasant looking paste that he returned to Anwen with, glob extended.
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