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[April 19th] [The Three Musketeers] Test
Title: Test
Day/Theme: strangers in the dark
Series: The Three Musketeers
Characters: D'Artagnan
Rating: G
The harshest test to his dearest friendship is one that d'Artagnan passes on his own, and he doubts that anyone else notices.
He would like to be able to say that he was still deluded, that he still thought the figure opposite him a stranger and an enemy, but that would be a lie; he knows Athos' face, as he should have known his voice even in the dark and noise after all the nightly conversations they have had over the years.
He would like to be able to say that he already realized he had been decieved, that it happened in a flash of anger, but that would be a lie. It was not until later, on the road back to Paris, that he decided Athos and Aramis must have been of the princes' party all along - and even then, it took hours more for him to work himself up into proper anger.
He would like to be able to come up with a third reasonably palatable choice, but he cannot. All that is left is to wonder which impulse is the guilty one - if he carries more anger over that long-ago disappearance and its recently revealed cause than he will admit to himself, or if it is simply the Musketeer in him, wanting to know who is the better sword even at the price of a man's life. He wonders, and is thankful that he checked that impulse, in any case.
Day/Theme: strangers in the dark
Series: The Three Musketeers
Characters: D'Artagnan
Rating: G
The harshest test to his dearest friendship is one that d'Artagnan passes on his own, and he doubts that anyone else notices.
He would like to be able to say that he was still deluded, that he still thought the figure opposite him a stranger and an enemy, but that would be a lie; he knows Athos' face, as he should have known his voice even in the dark and noise after all the nightly conversations they have had over the years.
He would like to be able to say that he already realized he had been decieved, that it happened in a flash of anger, but that would be a lie. It was not until later, on the road back to Paris, that he decided Athos and Aramis must have been of the princes' party all along - and even then, it took hours more for him to work himself up into proper anger.
He would like to be able to come up with a third reasonably palatable choice, but he cannot. All that is left is to wonder which impulse is the guilty one - if he carries more anger over that long-ago disappearance and its recently revealed cause than he will admit to himself, or if it is simply the Musketeer in him, wanting to know who is the better sword even at the price of a man's life. He wonders, and is thankful that he checked that impulse, in any case.