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itinere2016-09-10 03:44 pm
averygoodshot) wrote in itinere2016-09-10 03:44 pm
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Open | Action | You can take the boy out of the Garrison ....
It was one of those mornings when Aramis woke up inhaling smoke and hearing the sound of the Garrison being blown up, even as they were mourning the death of the man all the Musketeers considered their father.
Even as he flung himself to wakefulness, lungs heaving for breath, heart pounding raucously against his chest, Aramis realized that that wasn't the case. That here he and Porthos were in this strange place with a safe and sound Garrison.
It did make the idea of going back to sleep impossible.
Clad in his trousers and a loose tunic, his pistol and arquebus on the table in the courtyard of his home, first, he takes up his sword. He doesn't want to wake Porthos by firing his gun, even if that is what he's best at. Next to his pistols, too, is a little golden ball that he doesn't know nor understand. He hasn't fussed too much with it, as he knows that "gifts" from this place do not come without a price.
So, should anyone pass by the strangely rustic building in the middle of Itinere and peer into the entryway, they will see a man fencing a wooden post into submission. He thinks about Paris, his home. He thinks about Porthos, about their relationship now and what it had been here before. He thinks of friends here and there. He thinks too much, even about that golden ball on the table. If only he could keep himself from thinking.
Even as he flung himself to wakefulness, lungs heaving for breath, heart pounding raucously against his chest, Aramis realized that that wasn't the case. That here he and Porthos were in this strange place with a safe and sound Garrison.
It did make the idea of going back to sleep impossible.
Clad in his trousers and a loose tunic, his pistol and arquebus on the table in the courtyard of his home, first, he takes up his sword. He doesn't want to wake Porthos by firing his gun, even if that is what he's best at. Next to his pistols, too, is a little golden ball that he doesn't know nor understand. He hasn't fussed too much with it, as he knows that "gifts" from this place do not come without a price.
So, should anyone pass by the strangely rustic building in the middle of Itinere and peer into the entryway, they will see a man fencing a wooden post into submission. He thinks about Paris, his home. He thinks about Porthos, about their relationship now and what it had been here before. He thinks of friends here and there. He thinks too much, even about that golden ball on the table. If only he could keep himself from thinking.