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Wounds need time to heal. Lucy knows this. She’s lost things, lost people - those are the emotional wounds. And then the more traditional ones - like falling out of trees, or being dragged by a horse ( and Alexandre had lectured her something awful for that one ) where they were obvious and physical. This wound, though, was certainly pressed beneath the skin.

Of course she hadn’t been there for the death. In fact, she imagines if she had been this entire experience would only be worsened, and Lucy doubts she could handle that. D’Artagnan had been there though, and all the rest of them. But the whole garrison felt this. It had shaken the Musketeers to their core. So everyone was drinking. Toasts were being made, and somehow, as glasses were raised and a chorus sounded, proclaiming the name of their fallen comrade, Lucy imagined that perhaps they could heal. That this was something that would only make them stronger.

Over the rowdy cry, the shattering of glass almost goes unnoticed. Lucy’s gaze only caught the sparks as they reached their destination, and without thinking her eyes went to her brother, caught his gaze only for a moment, and she was rising from her seat as though she would be able to get to him in time. She thinks, perhaps, that she opened her mouth to call his name, but everything was lost in the explosion. What she remembers is being launched, like someone had thrown her, like she was a child being tossed in the air and caught again - only this time, no one was there to catch her. Impact, darkness. Ash, smoke. Silence.

#gasconsoldier #мυѕкєтєєя ωσмαи ( ρєянαρѕ ι вяιиg мєи тσ fιgнт мιиє )#:)))))))#musketeers s3 spoilers #JUST IN CASE

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WEEPS LOOK AT THEM BOTH I'M SO HEARTEYES RN

THEY’RE SO GOOD THIS SEASON. IT’S TOO MUCH FOR ME

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#gasconsoldier #;;weeps;;#;;let's ruin each other;;

» ║ @gasconsoldier ( starter call. )

the long steel in her hand quivers with anticipation ( the men who had drawn it from her scabbard take hope of its thirst farther && farther —— battle will not sing through her veins today ). she swallows it down, replaces oathkeeper at her side, && turns to the man. those men had been bent ‘pon harassing him when she had showed up. now that they’ve gone, she has a chance to truly inquire of his well-being —— however capable he looks to be. “ are you all right? ”

#gasconsoldier #❛ ▓ ▌▌ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ sᴇɴsᴇ. ( undetermined v.00 )#( ;; well hello friend!#;; i winged this i totally did.#;; also this can be set in whatever verse so.#;; yours or mine or some other??#;; just fuck me up.#;; also hello i'm katherine. \o )

（ｈａｎｎａｈ．）: . . . （ｈａｎｎａｈ．）: des （ｈａｎｎａｈ．）: des why DES (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧: because pain is nice

this is my relationship with everyone tbh but hannah gets most of it.

#gasconsoldier #▒▒ ♔ ▌ ➶ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ ┊❛ OOC )#( + ; i create so much pain #+ ; & after this hannah & i created more pain by expanding on the original pain idea. )

@gasconsoldier might need to check on ur wife, bruh

#dash commentary ;#✞╎ ' we're all mad here ' ( crack )#bxnevolence #gasconsoldier #;;you know Randall J. Weems? From the cartoon 'Recess'? ;;#;; you know how he always wrote down notes ;;#;; p much me & milady now ;;

▒ ;💐 @gasconsoldier.

❝ i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything like tha’ --.. ❞ she had seen pomp and circumstance before, she’d gone to see the changing of the guards and grown up in a country full of royalty. her mother had droned on about the grandeur of the great wedding of princess di more times than she could remember. but this -- was like nothing she had ever known. luxury didn’t even begin to cover it.

#▒ ;💐 ( verse ); in the land of the musketeers #gasconsoldier

alexandre d'artagnan has died. ( throws u a curve ball )

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The pain starts in her chest.

That’s what she remembers later. That it started in her chest. That it spread like fire and blurred her vision. She’ll remember that too. It choked her, stopped the words she wanted to say from escaping. It was hard to remember anything but the pain.

It took her a long time to gasp out a thank you to the messenger - she can’t remember his face. The door closed without much noise, and she thinks maybe it should have. Her legs folded, dropped her to the ground with her back firmly against the wood of the door, and it was all she could do to press her face in her hands and remember how to breathe. She wasn’t crying - that would come later, when the darkness set in and she absentmindedly thought about asking d’Aratgnan for some more candles. Those were the times that made her cry, in the coming weeks. The forgetting - when she would assume she could turn to her brother, once more, and ask him a simple question. Share a smile.

But she doesn’t cry when they tell her. Instead, her lungs struggle to remember how to work, and she sits gasping for air as though this is the end of her own life as well. First their father, now her brother. She had already lost one family - how could she lose this one as well?

Someone finds her later, curled up asleep on the floor, exhausted from trying so hard to remember what it is to be whole. His name is the first thing to leave her lips when she wakes - and she says it like a prayer, like a plea. Only this time, there is no one to answer it.

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