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| Which Eternal Lie; Time travel fic | |
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 9, 2007, 7:09 pm Post #61 |
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Dorotea, glad you like the story Chapter 15 Kirk was in the music room with Mary, teaching her the guitar. To his delight, Rory had found several guitars, and he was teaching her the basic chords. "You see Mary, this is an E chord, and this is a G chord", he said, placing her fingers on the appropriate strings. Mary held the strings and plucked them. The chords rang throughout the room, as she smiled in delight. "Oh, that sounded wonderful, Kirk. That was an E chord?", she asked. "Yeah, and this is a G chord", he said, playing it on his own guitar. Mary closely watched his fingers, then mimicked his actions. She giggled as she played a G chord. "You're pretty good. Can you read music or write it?", he asked. "I can read words, but I want to learn to read music like Margaret and Gregory. It must be wonderful to be play such lovely music", she sighed. "I know. Once you get the hang of it, it's so much fun, and when you learn to write songs, that's even better", he chuckled. "What sort of songs do you write, Kirk?", she asksed. Kirk felt his cheeks turn pink with embarassment. "Uh, I'm not sure if you want to hear about them. They're not exactly proper songs", he mumbled. "What do you mean? Do you sing about courting?", she asked innocently. "Not quite. We write about death, sadness, things like that. James isn't exactly the happiest person in the world", he replied dryly. "What? He needs to find a wife to take care of him", she said solemnly. "Yeah, but he wants to have fun first. Mary, why are you a ward? What happened to your parents?", he asked suddenly. "My parents clan, the Drummonds, are allies of Clan Mackenzie. They died when their boat overturned on Loch Ness. Since my nearest family is near Perth, I became a ward of Laird Mackenzie. I have been raised almost as his daughter since I was five years old. For all intents and purposes, I am a Mackenzie", she said, a tear forming in her eyes. Kirk gave her a hug. "I'm sorry to hear that. So Laird Mackenzie is like your dad? And what about Conor? Is he like your brother?", he asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice. "Aye, he is like a brother to me. You do not have to be jealous, Kirk. He is bethrothed to the daughter of Laird Sutherland. I do not want him as my husband either", she giggled. Her expression grew serious. "Kirk, I like you. I am not sure why, but I do. You are so talented and so patient. You did not laugh when I said I wanted to learn guitar, you taught me", she replied. Kirk was stunned. "Mary, I like you too. But you are a ward of the laird, and I am a retainer. Aren't we going to get in trouble?", he asked. Mary sighed. "I know. We shall have to discreet. When you hear me sing, meet me in my chamber. Tell no one, there are loose-lipped people about", she said, kissing his cheek. |
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| Verity | November 10, 2007, 12:12 am Post #62 |
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Poor Mary. I like the back story though. It makes Mary a more indepth character. I hope her and Kirk figure out a way to get together. Maybe she would like living in 1985. She wouldn't have to be a ward anymore. It was funny when Kirk said that he didn't write "proper" songs. that made me laugh.
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| lolo | November 10, 2007, 7:15 am Post #63 |
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ex - thur - minate
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oooh that so sweet, a secret meeting romantic
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| Battery | November 10, 2007, 8:14 am Post #64 |
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""What do you mean? Do you sing about courting?", she asked innocently." that made me laugh hard I love the idea of secret meetings, though I hope they won't get into trouble :wacko: |
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 10, 2007, 2:37 pm Post #65 |
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Chapter 16 "Ooh Lars, you got a hot date tonight?", teased Kirk. Lars stood in front of the mirror, making sure his kilt was on straight. "Yeah, unlike you. I'm courting Violet, that's what she calls it", he said, combing his hair. "So Lars, when are you gonna score?", cracked James. "Very funny. I don't want to do anything stupid, her dad's gonna turn me into a toad or something", he retorted. "Dudes, leave the little Danish fucker alone. Find your own chicks", grumbled Cliff, taking a swig of beer. "Fuck, how can you drink that shit? It tastes like mud", said Kirk, making a face. "I like it, it tastes better than Budweiser, that's for sure. And it's strong, too. These Scots make good beer", he said, draining his mug. "I second that. Let's get more beer", said James, as they went downstairs to the kitchen. Lars took one last look in the mirror and left the room. He walked to the healer's chambers, his heart racing with anticipation. He found the chambers and knocked on the door. Violet answered the door, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Come in, Lars", she said, her cheeks pink. Lars smiled at her, his eyes taking her in. Violet wore a simple pink dress, her hair plaited into two braids, the ends tied with small bells. The color brought out a rosy glow to her skin, making her hair appear even darker and her eyes more purple. "You look gorgeous, Violet. But then again, you always do", he said, winking at her. "Master Ulrich, are you courting my daughter?", asked Kilwich. "Yes sir, I promise I won't hurt her", he said solemnly. "Ye better not. If ye hurt her, I know ways to make ye suffer, no matter how much you beg, I shall not heal thee", he warned. His eyes widened, but he refrained from looking scared. "I know, sir. Shall we go now, Violet?", he asked, offering her his arm. "So what do you want to do?", he asked, leading her out of the castle. "Let us go to the village. Maybe there shall be some musicians playing", she suggested. "You mean, like dancing? I'm afraid I don't dance very good", he mumbled, blushing. "Aye, don't worry, Lars. Just enjoy yourself. I shall teach you", she chuckled. They walked to the village square, where a group of musicians were gathered. It was a group of young men dressed in rough linen shirts and kilts. The ensemble consisted of two violins, a mandolin and a piper. One of the violinists picked up his instrument and played a few notes, before playing a lively jig. The crowd started to dance, the happy music filling the air. Violet grabbed Lars, a gleam in her eyes. "Dance with me, Lars. Just follow my lead", she whispered. Lars couldn't help his blushing when she put a hand on his waist, as she showed him the proper steps. At first, it was awkward, but he quickly got the hang of it, as he began to lead her in the dance. Her body was pressed against his, her eyes shining with delight. Here I am, dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms. Can it get better than this?, he mused. |
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| Verity | November 10, 2007, 4:00 pm Post #66 |
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Ha Ha!!! Lars dancing to fiddle music is certainly an entertaining thought in deed. I loved how you describe Violet. I'm surprised that her Dad let Lars take her alone somewhere. I just wonder what's going to happen when the boys decide to go back to 1985.
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| Battery | November 10, 2007, 4:30 pm Post #67 |
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"Ye better not. If ye hurt her, I know ways to make ye suffer, no matter how much you beg, I shall not heal thee", he warned." that's what I call caring daddy.I'd really like to taste this beer Cliff and James were drinking And the vision of Lars in the kilt, dancing to fiddle music - thank you for that |
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 11, 2007, 12:04 pm Post #68 |
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Chapter 17 Cliff heard the music playing and began to dance about the room. "Dude, your dancing sucks. You look like a dork", said James, rolling his eyes. "I can't help it, it makes me feel like dancin'", he said, quoting the Leo Sayer song. "So dance in the village square and have everyone laugh at you", retorted James. "Okay, you wanna go, Kirk?", he asked. Kirk looked up from the tablature he was writing. "No thanks, I'm busy", he said, going back to his work. "Okay, see ya", he said, walking towards the village. Cliff left the castle, smiling at the cool night air. The sky overhead was a dark bluish-black, the stars shining like as brightly as diamonds. Wow, I never seen stars this bright before, he mused, the sound of the music becoming louder. The band was in full swing, the people dancing in the village square. He chuckled when he saw Lars and Violet dancing, oblvious to all around them. Looks like he's got himself a girlfriend already, he thought. Cliff's eyes widened when he saw Morag standing in the crowed. The moonlight cast a glow on her, making her hair appear like molten copper. She wore a light green dress the color of her eyes, her slim feet bare. "Morag, do you want to dance?", he asked. Her eyes lit up, her lips turning up in a smile. "Of course, Cliff", she whispered, as he led her by the hand to the village square. The band had slowed down, playing a ballad that sounded like a waltz. He looked over and saw Lars and Violet kissing, bodies pressed against each other, as though they were one. Morag smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cliff could feel the heat of her body through her dress, as he started to feel aroused. He looked into her green eyes, smiling when he saw the lust reflected in them. "Ye feel the same way, Cliff", she giggled. He chuckled, before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned at the contact, her lips parting under his. Their kiss deepened, tongues dueling in a passionate dance. Morag broke the kiss, grinning impishly at him. "Let's go someplace where we can be alone", she said, leading him away from the village square. |
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| Verity | November 11, 2007, 12:29 pm Post #69 |
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Cliff and Morag alone!!!!! Scandalous. The hussy. Just kidding. I liked how you mentioned the stars were so bright. That was a nice touch because it makes Cliff being from present times very believable, because we have lights and shit now, so the stars are never as bright, unless you go out to the country. I could just picture little Kirk sitting there like a scribe working on his tablature. Anyway, I love these stories, they made my shitty morning brighter. |
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| Battery | November 12, 2007, 11:59 am Post #70 |
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Like I said, Morag isn't that shy huh? I really like how you describe girls in this story, very descriptive Write more soon, I like this story very much
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 12, 2007, 8:37 pm Post #71 |
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THIS CHAPTER HAS ADULT SCENES Chapter 18 Cliff let her lead him, his heart pounding in anticipation. I can't wait, this'll be fun, he chuckled to himself. Morag led him to a field just outside the keep. He looked around, a puzzled expression on his face. "What if someone sees us?", he asked. "We are not there yet", she said, leading him further away. She eventually led him to a small hedge, even farther from the castle. Beyond the hedge was a small pond, the breeze gently rippling the still waters. The pond was surrounded on all sides by hedges, the black sky overhead gleaming with millions of tiny white stars. "This is my private place. I like to go here when I want to be left alone", she whispered. "I can see why, it is very beautiful", he murmured. Damn, I haven't seen stars this bright since I was a kid, he mused. Morag smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing his body to hers. Cliff leaned over and captured her lips with his, as she moaned low in her throat. They continued to kiss, with only the stars as their company. He broke the kiss, taking her in his arms, untying the ribbon around her neck. The green cloth parted, revealing the smooth flesh of her breasts. Morag gasped when he cupped her breasts, the sensation shooting straight to her core. Cliff chuckled, gently kissing her throat, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. "Oooh Cliff", she moaned, as his lips moved lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Morag moaned, her fingers clutching his hair as his lips moved to her other breast. Cliff released her breast, smiling at the dazed look in her eyes. "You got great tits", he chuckled, kissing her again. While they were kissing, they undressed each other, hands roaming over their bodies. Cliff looked down at her, his eyes burning with desire. "You are beautiful", he said, taking in her slim figure, the moonlight glowing on her. He kissed her again, parting her legs. She gasped when he entered her, her fingers clutching onto his shoulders. "Damn, you're tight", he muttered, sinking deep into her body. Cliff leaned down and captured her lips with his, as he started thrusting into her body. Morag moaned against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist. He groaned in approval, thrusting deep and hard into her body. The only sounds in the night were their moans of passion. Morag held onto him tightly, gasping as she neared her peak. "Oooh Cliff", she gasped, feeling her stomach muscles contract. Cliff looked down into her face, seeing her eyes glazed over with passion. "Morag, I'm coming too", he groaned, as he thrust one last time into her body, releasing into her warmth. They lay together for several minutes, panting with exhaustion. Cliff withdrew from her body, kissing her cheek. "That was good, Morag", he whispered. "I know. Why did ye think I led ye here? It wasna to see the stars", she giggled. "Naughty girl. Now I shall have to punish you", he said, a gleam in his eyes. "Aye, I shall be looking forward to it", she replied, a smile on her lips. |
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| Verity | November 12, 2007, 8:50 pm Post #72 |
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Wow. You're a very very good writer. This sure is Cliff's week for getting laid in Metallica fan fiction land. The crack at the end about seeing the stars was funny. I also liked it when Cliff remarked Damn, you're tight. That was funny. Can't wait for more! |
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| Battery | November 13, 2007, 5:24 am Post #73 |
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Great chapter! I also think the line "I know. Why did ye think I led ye here? It wasna to see the stars", she giggled." was funny Morag is naughty girl I loved the surroundings, SO romantic |
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| Shayi | November 13, 2007, 7:14 am Post #74 |
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And what a casanova Cliff is (just caught myself up with this!) I really really love the atmosphere that you create in this - so so wonderful!
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 13, 2007, 10:24 am Post #75 |
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Chapter 19 Kirk lay in bed, straining his ears to hear the signal. He chuckled, looking over at Cliff sleeping peacefully. He'd come back to the castle rather late, his clothes smelling like grass, a shit-eating grin on his face. Looks like he got lucky with Morag. At least he doesn't boast like James, he thought. Just then, he heard her singing. Kirk quietly got out of bed, not making a sound. He tiptoed down the hall, his heart pounding until he came to the door. Kirk slowly opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw Mary. "Close the door, Kirk", she whispered. He nodded and carefully closed the door, as she lit several candles, the shadows dancing on the walls. Mary looked up, her blue eyes twinkling in the candlelight. She wore a pale pink nightgown, the candlelight illuminating her body underneath the thin fabric. She came over to him, her long blond hair swaying with every step. Kirk put a hand on her waist, leaning down and kissing her lips. Mary gasped slightly, his tongue parting her lips. They continued to kiss, her hands tangled in his black curls. "Oooh Kirk", she whimpered, as his lips left hers, traveling down her throat. "Mary, you taste so sweet", he murmured, against her flesh. Kirk released her throat, chuckling at the dazed look on her face. "Wait 'til we go further, then your head's gonna spin", he joked. "Really? What do you mean?", she asked innocently. "Uh, kissing is great and all, but that's only the first part. You have been kissed before, right?", he asked, puzzled. Mary blushed, her cheeks pink. "Actually, that was my first kiss. The laird is protective of me, it is not good if I am soiled goods", she replied with a touch of bitterness. "You mean, he doesn't let anyone near you? Just so you remain a virgin? That's fucked", he muttered. "Colorful way of describing it, but yes. Kirk, I am a ward, I have no other family. I am but a pawn, the laird can marry me off to seal an alliance. I do not want that, I want to be loved, not a pawn", she said, her blue eyes glowing with anger. Kirk held her close, his thoughts in turmoil. Damn, I know I should'nt meddle in this, but that sucks. The idea of Mary being married off to some stranger to seal an alliance made him physically ill. "Mary, I won't let that happen. I'll think of something. I want you", he vowed. |
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romantic
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