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itinere2015-04-29 05:01 pm
apprenticemusketeer) wrote in itinere2015-04-29 05:01 pm
Open | Thou art so fair ....
While here there is no King to protect here, it seems d'Artagnan has no problem finding trouble. First, there was whatever sickness drove him to such extremes in his love of Lucrezia - to where even he could not imagine feeling anything so strongly. He had thought he had loved Constance, but that had paled in comparison to what he had felt in those weeks with Lucrezia.
Now that whatever spell had been lifted, he's left without her to occupy his thoughts quite so fully as she had. He misses her, though. He just misses her.
But d'Artagnan is a man of action. This is why he has a pen (what a strange contraption this is), and a sheaf of paper. He is under the sun at a table, surrounded by a blizzard of crumpled paper. He is attempting to write a poem. An ode or tribute to Lucrezia.
It isn't going well. Raised as a farmboy, he is lucky to know how to read and write, so anyone less determined would leave the poem-writing to someone else. Not d'Artagnan! While he might have been somewhat stretched in his wits in those weeks with Lucrezia, he will tell anyone who dares to question him. He will even draw his sword to challenge someone if his honor - or his feelings - are challenged.
Now that whatever spell had been lifted, he's left without her to occupy his thoughts quite so fully as she had. He misses her, though. He just misses her.
But d'Artagnan is a man of action. This is why he has a pen (what a strange contraption this is), and a sheaf of paper. He is under the sun at a table, surrounded by a blizzard of crumpled paper. He is attempting to write a poem. An ode or tribute to Lucrezia.
It isn't going well. Raised as a farmboy, he is lucky to know how to read and write, so anyone less determined would leave the poem-writing to someone else. Not d'Artagnan! While he might have been somewhat stretched in his wits in those weeks with Lucrezia, he will tell anyone who dares to question him. He will even draw his sword to challenge someone if his honor - or his feelings - are challenged.
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She gently squeezes d'Artagnan's arm in her hand. "We should remember to be thankful for what we have. For even as it is given, it can easily be taken away. I would not see us parted, d'Artagnan. Not when we have only just found each other."
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It's just a heart beat when he speaks again. "They could not part us, could they?, if we were to marry."