#xathosx

[vintagesuperspy]

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[deux-revolutions]

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|⊰⚜⊱| A few hours spent outside the elaborate halls of the palace was indeed in order. For it was a fine day. The cool autumn air was pleasant, the shallow sun warming it just enough to allow one to walk without chill or even need of an extra covering. Leaves of red, orange and yellowing hues were blown from the treetops to gently coast along the breeze and litter the ground with their accumulative presence. Creating a quiet ‘crunch’ sound underfoot when one strolled amongst them.

It was more than beautiful.

Not like the atmosphere within the palace, while it was an extravagant work of architecture, it lacked any real interest to the young Marquis. And usually held the promise of mandatory parties or conferences with other officials of status or politicians. Nothing of which interested Lafayette, knowing of their importance and completing the tasks he did, but now he needed to step away.

And so he found himself walking the streets, truly enjoying himself. Though distracted as he was, he did not notice the young man standing on the street near him. Even turning at the last moment could not save them from colliding with one another.

❝Oh! My sincerest apologies, Monsieur! Forgive me, I was not watching where I was going. Are you alright?❞

Lafayette apologised, tone remorseful, as he laid a hand upon the other’s shoulder to ensure he, as well as himself, remained steady.

❝Perhaps I could purchase you a drink, in a more formal apology?❞

[lark-of-life]

xathosx has entered the garden.

- ⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❀ Life presses her tiny hand against the glass that held the glowing entity from the outside world. How did she get here? She can’t remember.

    At the sight of the man she places her hand over her heart, looking at him with pleading sapphire eyes. 

[brownhairedlass]

xathosx replied to your post

[someone finally said it, she wasn’t nearly as annoying in the books. I don’t think I even disliked her in the books that much, but in the show, I honestly want to punch her.]

Yeah, like I see book fans talking about how much they hate Laoghaire and I’m like?? The stuff she did in the books was bad but they sort of make her look even worse in the show, like you could sort of justify her jealousy in the books kind of but the show, like can I punch her? She’s such a little bitch.

[simply-milady]

5,6 & 8 (:

5. Have you ever RP’d with someone simply because of their character’s faceclaim, even if you did not like their character’s personality?

–Within the Musketeers fandom, not necessarily simply because there are so few supporting characters that maintain a presence in the show. When there is only a handful of characters who are given background, development, interaction with all characters - you can’t be picky. I have, I will admit, been hesitant to roleplay with any episode supporting characters (mainly everyone besides the ten or so mainstays). How are you suppose to roleplay with someone who has maybe like 30 or so lines and then never exists again. I will admit, in other fandoms, I have roleplayed simply because of the faceclaim, because their character was vital to the fandom but I personally did not like their personality or the character in general ( which is super hard when they are one of the major characters. ugh).

If by some magic a Catherine roleplayer ever shows up, I would be forced into this situation but seemingly also welcome it.  

6. Is there a character that the rest of your fandom adores that you just don’t like/are indifferent to? Who is the character and why?

–If I say D’artagnan will I get shunned from the fandom? I don’t mind D’artagnan, but at the same time, he’s such a lil’shit. Like sometimes I’m like “Aw good job D’art fart” and then moments later I’m like “Someone needs to beat your ass.” I don’t know, I feel like suddenly they wanted to turn him into this hot headed teenager sometimes and then other times they’re like “no guys, he’s totes mature. he’s married now.”

8. Out of the really popular pairings in your fandom, what’s your nOTP?

–Again if I say Constance and D’artagnan will I get shunned? In season one I was totally rooting for them because it was like “Aww they’re both in situations that are horrible but they find comfort and love in one another. They have such a good support system and they’re so loving towards one another” and then season two it was like they were in high school. Like one day they love one another, the next they’re fighting. D’art gets all tough and brooding, like he just wants/needs to get laid because he’s so pent up and then he goes back to this charming, caring individual. MAKE UP YOUR MIND. Now that you're married you can't be stupid, you understand me!

[aureaxreginam-blog-blog]

five times kissed

The first time had been to the sound of cannons. She had been watching the window waiting for the carriages to deliver Kat and Blanche to her. Seeing it she let out a cry of relief. Gathering her skirts she ran down the steps to them, throwing herself into their arms as if she had been a small child again. Athos had been less than impressed by this. But seeing her, the queen usually shielded in armor and steel, showed him something different that night. Had shown him a side of herself that cared deeply for those truly loyal to herself. Showed him that the queen could love, and do so fiercely. And so he remained silent, until she walked over to him. Elizabeth smiled gently, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Thank you...you have indeed saved us all.” 

The second time they had been sitting quietly. Him watching her from his corner. She had been going over documents needed to keep England in one piece. But she was exhausted. She had been studying numbers and strategies for several days hardly stopping to eat. Rubbing her hand over her face she felt a gentle hand on her, pulling the quill from her fingers. “You need to rest.” He answered sternly as she blinked up at him. Shaking her head she leaned back in her chair. “I am fine. I have things I need to go over, things that I need to...” She was silenced, her mind turning off into a quiet place as his lips landed on hers.

The third time had been willing from both parties. Mutually drawn to each other. The night belonged to them. As Elizabeth wandered the gardens, moonlight shining in her hair he had followed. Perhaps not everyone saw the English queen as the most beautiful but there had been something in those dark eyes. Something that she kept hidden from most. An ancient soul? A heart deceived too many times? Crossing to her, he placed a hand to her waist. He had taken this job and that was all it had been, a job. And then he began to see through the cracks. Through the walls she set up so carefully. As she turned to him, head cocked as he leaned in towards her, pressing his lips firmly to hers as her hand rested on the back of his neck to keep him in place. 

The fourth had followed a rather intense battle of wills. Elizabeth was going back to England. She had duties to attend to and her people needed her. Athos wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. To watch her get on a boat and leave. He couldn’t leave his Musketeers, could not go with her. And she could not stay here. Not when so many relied on her. Looked to her for guidance and to lead them into the light. So instead they had fought. Screamed. And now Elizabeth stood staring out a window, watching him speak with the two others he was always with. Seeing him look up at her, she blew him a kiss before turning away from the glass. She had a duty, after all, to fulfill. 

The fifth time had been surprising. She had been returning to the ship that would return her across the channel. The boat that would take her home. She was exhausted. Poor Kat looked worse than she had seen her. Her hand tucked in her own she hoped going home would help all of them feel more like themselves again. Helping Kat onto the ship she turned around one last time when she saw the horse racing for them. Frowning slightly she watched the man...no...Athos! He was rushing towards her as he took her hands in his. He was coming with her. “Someone has to protect you after all.” He had smiled at her. Grinning at him, she cupped his face and kissed him deeply, thumbs brushing against his cheeks. “England awaits us. The future awaits...”

[simply-milady]

Blood is thicker than Water

There was silence on the gravel path leading into the garden – he hadn’t followed her – but his threat rang in her ears. “Allow this,” His venomous tone had hissed into her ear, “Or I’ll expose you.”  She could still feel his hands on her, his breath on her neck, against her cheek. He had surprised her when she had been passing the stables, pulling her into an empty stall, pinning her against a wall. He had a madness about him, when love struck became love sick and finally it consumes one’s very soul in lust. She had seen the look before, often compelled by wine, but his was far more dangerous.

He confessed that he lusted after her – his own brother’s wife – he confessed that he needed her, loved her, and wanted her for his very own. He swore she felt the same way, of course she did, he was the charming Thomas, how could she not? He had tried to kiss her then, fingers plunging into her dark curls but she had turned away, shoved him back, and slapped him with every single ounce of her strength. He hadn’t taken her rebuff well, pulling her back as she tried to escape, pinning her once again this time harder.

“Allow this Anne, or I’ll expose you. Your lies. Your deceit.”

Her emerald hues had narrowed, never leaving his lustful eyes but she felt his hands movement around her waist. She knew what he was attempting and she wouldn’t allow it. She was swift in unmanning him for the moment; a knee to the groining was all it took for his hold to break loose and she had slipped away as fast as her feet could take her.

She collapsed within the garden, her body trembling like a leaf as bile rose in the back of her throat. This couldn’t be happening – everything she had worked so hard for – could it truly be teetering on the edge of a cliff. Her biggest regret, hiding her past from the man she loved, was it truly coming back to haunt her? How had Thomas found out? Or – could it be a bluff? She wished it was but something told her that he wasn’t bluffing.

Nails dug into the gravel as she sank lower, the adrenaline was beginning to leave her and she felt a weakness like never before. What was she to do? She had hoped and prayed that she would never find herself in a game like this again, scheming, plotting – not now, not here – but she had been forced into this deadly game. She would remain one step ahead of Thomas – one lie ahead.

Slowly she raised herself, her knees nearly buckling from under her weight as she stood, dusting off her gown. She had to find Olivier, she had to find her husband.