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[April 8th] [The Three Musketeers] Steps Retraced
Title: Steps Retraced
Day/Theme: the world through my feet
Series: The Three Musketeers
Character/Pairing: d'Artagnan
Rating: G
In the court of France, during the reign of Louis XVIII, it is a very dangerous thing indeed for a man to be too much ruled by his heart. Fortunately, d'Artagnan has managed to train himself out of that, more or less; he still has a Gascon's temper, and passions of other kinds as well, but in times of crisis he manages - usually - to think and act coolly.
Heeding his body, though, is a necessary skill for a soldier. Knowing just how far he can push before food or drink or rest becomes an absolute necessity, just how much he can bear in terms of wounds or weight before he collapses, has saved his life once or twice.
And finally, there is the mixed advantage of heeding one's feet. His, by now, know almost every back alley in Paris, another thing that stands him in good stead... except on nights like these when he is slightly drunk, and his feet seem to have a mind of their own.
The Rue de Vaugirard, for example, is no longer on his way home, nor is there any place in the neighborhood where he could count on hospitality. Aramis' old apartment is now occupied by an elderly fellow of the bourgeois, as genuinely respectable and fond of his beauty sleep as Aramis pretended to be. D'Artagnan knows this well, because he has woken the man up once or twice, when he was more than slightly drunk.
At least, he reflects as he turns to retrace his steps, back to the Hotel de Tréville and hence to the Golden Hind, it could have been worse. He could have ended up in the Rue Ferou.
Day/Theme: the world through my feet
Series: The Three Musketeers
Character/Pairing: d'Artagnan
Rating: G
In the court of France, during the reign of Louis XVIII, it is a very dangerous thing indeed for a man to be too much ruled by his heart. Fortunately, d'Artagnan has managed to train himself out of that, more or less; he still has a Gascon's temper, and passions of other kinds as well, but in times of crisis he manages - usually - to think and act coolly.
Heeding his body, though, is a necessary skill for a soldier. Knowing just how far he can push before food or drink or rest becomes an absolute necessity, just how much he can bear in terms of wounds or weight before he collapses, has saved his life once or twice.
And finally, there is the mixed advantage of heeding one's feet. His, by now, know almost every back alley in Paris, another thing that stands him in good stead... except on nights like these when he is slightly drunk, and his feet seem to have a mind of their own.
The Rue de Vaugirard, for example, is no longer on his way home, nor is there any place in the neighborhood where he could count on hospitality. Aramis' old apartment is now occupied by an elderly fellow of the bourgeois, as genuinely respectable and fond of his beauty sleep as Aramis pretended to be. D'Artagnan knows this well, because he has woken the man up once or twice, when he was more than slightly drunk.
At least, he reflects as he turns to retrace his steps, back to the Hotel de Tréville and hence to the Golden Hind, it could have been worse. He could have ended up in the Rue Ferou.