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"Monsieur Tallmadge? I do believe you are looking for a Captain Simcoe. Non?" The female Gascon questioned curiously.
Oil rag in one hand, sabre in the other, and his firearms disassembled on the desk in front of him, Benjamin paused his actions and looked up. “Yes.” He answered, and then continued in smooth French after noting the accent. “Has he offended or injured you? And who allowed you into the camp, madam?”
@mindt
“Dying is easy, living is harder,” Dartagnan confesses softly.
“Living is always harder. You have to put some effort into it. Either way, live or die, your name will surely be remembered. That is what matters, no?” Lafayette said with a soft smile, squeezing his friend’s shoulder softly. He knew how it felt, thinking too much of morality. The best cure for that was to take one’s mind off it. At least, that was the best cure for him.
"Want to be my second, Cerus?" D'artagnan questioned curiously, turning her head to study him.
He nodded, blue eyes glinting like steel. “It would be my honor”, he replied evenly.
❝ Where you goin’ with a head like that? ❞
“Well, I am a bit dizzy, but I ought to be just fine”, Cerus nodded back, though he did stagger a little at the sudden shift in his balance.
“please, you can’t die now, Lafayette!" The Gascon shouted in despair. Her trembling hands pull his figure close to her. (female Dart)
Lafayette gave an unsteady breath, pressing his shaky hands against his gut. He very vaguely felt blood dripping down his stomach, though his head was swimming too much for him to really notice. Things felt hazy, his eyes drifting in and out of focus. The Marquis had never been so close to dying. It was terrifying.
“I-I will be fine,” he assured, one wobbly hand lifting from his stomach to grip at the sleeve of her coat. “I just need… I just…” He trailed off, letting out a small breath. He could barely breathe, this was all so overwhelming. He felt cold and hot at the same time. He knew he was trembling but he couldn’t feel it. His heart was beating so fast. The blood was coming so fast.
He was fading.
