Put a word inside my inbox
And Iâll tell you a fact about myself based off that word
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âIâm sorry, what?â The words were out before her brain had any chance to catch them; not that it would have if it could. The young Gascon had aged, both in an actual year and from the weight of duty, but was still not so advanced on the recruits currently trying to show off in the courtyard below.
âBabies?â A grin curved on Theraâs face, and someone nearby, possibly Porthos, snickered behind his hand. âThatâs a little âpan to the potâ, donât you think?â
DâArtagnan stiffened, hesitating, but relaxed when he glanced back over the railing. Aramis was down there frantically trying to rein in the chaos of two new recruits whoâd tried to copy one of his signature stunts.Â
âThatâs right,â the Gascon doubled down, brows raised, âBabies. The youngest is, what, eighteen?â He huffed a laugh, arms crossed and head cocked. âIâm twenty now, and havenât shot through Trevilleâs window once.â
Granted he had tried to stab one of Trevilleâs senior musketeers last year, but that was different.
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an alcoholic beverage posing as a piece of bread in france is called: sham pain
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im full of rage and dangerously stupid but god is holding me back by the scruff of my neck like a kitten
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â oh my gosh, tear this dude apart. â
âSomeone should,â dâArtagnan groused, eying the preening nobleman with a scowl. Even to the Gasconâs developing vocabulary, the man sounded ridiculous. Heâd been prattling half an hour just to comment on Agrabahâs various trade agreements, alliances, marriagesâŚall punctuated with a lot of groveling. To his credit, the Sultan looked mildly confused at worst.Of course, it was none of dâArtagnanâs business. He was little more than a guest; the last remnant of an envoy that had ended months ago in a string of unsolved murders. It was a precarious position, or should have been, the ghostlike middleground between stranded orphan and representative of France, but the Prince Consort and his wife were gracious hosts, and sometimes it was almost as if he belonged.Being in such a position, which called for the utmost decorum and respect, naturally meant lingering in the back of political meetings and quietly making fun of dignitaries with whomever was available. Naturally, this was usually the Prince Consort himself.
The nobleman reached the end of a particularly magnificent warning against Agrabahâs continued alliances withâŚpractically anyone, and went on to extol the virtues of his own country.
âMy horse is a better speaker,â dâArtagnan muttered, âI-ââI must speak plainly, sire, butâŚI must admit there are..concernsâŚsensibilityâŚAgrabahâs government. Taking inâŚboy from the streetsâŚmarry your daughter! NowâŚFrenchâŚ? You see whyâŚquestionâŚ?â
ââŚIâm gonna do it.â dâArtagnan deadpanned, already moving, âPardon me, monsieur-!â
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đľ Best of Wives, Best of Women -romanticxheroxtype
They stood for perhaps an eternity, frozen in the doorway. And then, all at once, Aramis grinned and hell broke loose.
DâArtagnan flounced past, making a determined beeline to whip the curtains shut, shedding clothing with every step. One shoe went flying, then the other, the Gascon expertly hopping one-legged when necessary. Next, the cloak, left to pool on the floor, one glove cast aside and then the hat-âThatâs why we never got you a hat,â Aramis quipped, bending to snatch it. He beamed all the more when dâArtagnan turned, scowl firmly in place and the other glove still gripped between his teeth. The Spaniard chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief.âYou know, mi mĂĄs adorado,â he purred, voice low, husky, âYou could leave your hat on-â
The wig hit him full in the face, halting those damned eyebrows in their suggestive bouncing. DâArtagnan took a moment to flash a grin of his own, all savage sharp edges as Aramis tossed the piece out of sight with a look of dismay.
âShut up and lock the door,â dâArtagnan groused, raking his hands through his hair and adding off-handedly, âI hate this plan.ââYouâre the one who agreed, mi querida Charlotte,â Aramis reminded, checking the lock, âAnd besides. I think that dress looks lovely on you. It brings out your eyes.âDâArtagnan regarded him as sourly as a wet cat.âI will admit I didnât think weâd get this far,â the man went on to muse, âTake courage, mon ami, clearly youâre an amazing actress.â
With eyes narrowed in annoyance, dâArtagnan sauntered off to the adjoining room to wriggle out of the soft blue fabric in a whirl of yelps and curses, emerging sometime later dressed for bed.âIâll take the floor,â Aramis said immediately, and dâArtagnan regarded him with an incredulous expression.âWhy..?â he asked warily, âIâm usually with Athos, but I know weâve shared before. Besides, weâre meant to be married-â
Aramis lit up like the sun as dâArtagnan caught himself, the younger turning bright red. âOh, Charlotte,â Aramis exclaimed, promptly falling in the most dramatic fashion onto the bed and extending a hand, âYouâre right. Lie down with me, darling.â
DâArtagnan swore and looked to the ceiling. âAramis,â he breathed, âI will shoot you.â
Aramisâ grin broadened as he propped himself on his elbows. âSurely not on our wedding night.â
DâArtagnan took the nearest pillow and hit him with it.
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Merde (interjection) ⢠Sh*t ⢠/mÉĘd/
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                                  ~ but I have P R O M I S E S to keep
                                            and miles to go before I,,,
                             ,,,,,, Y E E T,,
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