she wanted storms;

so full of artless jealousy is guilt

[dentelliere]

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[automaticdreamlandkid]

Milathos: sexy babies…;-)

[dentelliere]

You ready for that plot twist @automaticdreamlandkid??? ;D 

The challenge I accepted, you did not make it easy hahah! Hope you like it! The fic idea; 

So, it starts when Porthos and Aramis are sent on some urgent business by the King; it turns out it was just to fetch Milady’s dresses to their confusion and annoyance. The problem was that they were interrupted just as Aramis was going to trim his hair - on the way back all he is ever doing is trying to get it out of his face which is annoying Porthos so much he threatens to cut it all off. Aramis panics and says he has a solution - eyeing Milady’s dress – (in the gif you can see her unlacing her dress) - so Aramis attempts to take the lace out to tie his hair up (they’ve arrived at the palace now) and finds himself with a knife at his throat. Milady doesn’t like when her stuff is touched and has always preferred to make people learn the hard way (such violence is probably caused half over the fact he is touching her white dress with probably very dirty gloves and half over the fact he is stealing her lace) I mean, I can see her being protective over her stuff - especially new ordered stuff - plus for the sake of the comedy I think it’s acceptable- it’s not like you /can’t/ see her doing it.

Either way, after that they return to the garrison. Then evening comes and they’ve gone out to some inn and have consumed more wine than they probably should have - so Aramis and Porthos are onto their drunk bets again. The situation from the morning comes up *Athos seems to finally find some interest in what’s going on*. This causes Aramis and Porthos to make that *ahhh you know what I’m thinking* eye contact. So, they give Athos a bit more wine, and Aramis suddenly bets Athos that he’ll never be able to get that piece of lace from Milady suggesting, in a very unsubtle way, that if he can’t no one can as there is truly only one way to do it *some sort of sexual innuendo here* which really annoys Athos and he declares that he can get it without even having to do anything. Of course, this suggestion coming from the fact that it gives him some sort of excuse to be with her, he is very drunk, and of course if Athos wins Aramis loses all his hair in a “shameful” ceremony where the whole garrison can see.

So, Athos turns up to see Milady ever so slightly more drunk than usual and instead of telling her exactly why he came here - he sees her in the dress - completely forgets about the bet, remembering everything about her and the king. They have the usual shout off and after all the insults, Athos comes to the conclusion that all he ever really wanted to do is to make sure she is still his as much as he is hers. Despite knowing this, the whole Louis thing really got him worried - despite Milady doing everything possible to make him jealous when he was around - some bit of his soul needed to hear her scream it, and beg for him as if nothing or no one else ever existed - aka - they end up in bed (well, maybe here the lace isn’t so forgotten about...).

Porthos and Aramis wait in the garrison. Beside them is d’Arty, not quite believing that he is really doing this; for him it’s obvious that they have both lost their bet, as it’s truly impossible to take Athos’ hat off him (inspired by some other wonderful sets ;D) . Suddenly, Milady walks in and d’Atry’s jaw drops, as she has achieved the impossible. Aramis and Porthos do like to “cheat” and know they cannot afford to lose such a bet. A quick deal with Milday – for her part she will be able to choose her darling husband’s forfeit for losing the bet – was very much worth it. And of course Aramis no longer has to compete with d’Arty when it comes to hairstyle. Poor confused Athos wakes up with no sign of the lace, his hat, or anything else… might it be that his wife has already thought of something? Or is this just the taster?

[xshayarsha]

“what song of death, what dance of Hades shall I do?”

— Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides; Herakles.

[barcarole]

Les Cousins, Claude Chabrol, 1959.

[xshayarsha]

“Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.”

— Anne Sexton, excerpt from “The Saints Come Marching In,” from The Awful Rowing Towards God.

[polykowiak]

By @miumiugirl 🌹

[xshayarsha]

“Our mood is too tender for talk.”

— Anna Akhmatova, from Snow.

[saint-rouge]

French legal documents dating from 1847 and 1832. I’ll transcribe and translate soon. 

IG : saint.rouge

[toukka]

[sanellydicarmens]

                                                 That’s all he ever said. 

[the-book-diaries]

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

[anvgelheart-deactivated20180210]

Money Heist (2017) created by Alex Pina

[lannisteraf]

But this was Cersei

[saint-rouge]

A lovely 1888 US Edition of Les Misérables : Book I : Fantine

IG : saint.rouge

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I was punished for clinging. I clung. I clutched all those I loved; I clutched at the lovely moments of life; my hands closed upon every full hour. My arms were always tight and craving to embrace: I wanted to embrace and hold the light, the wind, the sun, the night, the whole world. I wanted to caress, to heal, to rock, to lull, to surround, to encompass. And I strained and I held so much that they broke; they broke away from me. Everything eluded me then. I was condemned not to hold.”

Anaïs Nin, from “House of Incest,” published c. 1936

[lannisteraf]

I pray to the Mother every morning and night that she return your child to you. Perhaps this time she’ll listen.

[briennesjaime]

In the whole history of the world there is but one thing that money cannot buy…to wit - the wag of a dog’s tail. - Josh Billings

Lady and the Tramp (1955)