you dare address me as boy? @thegascon - Tumblr Blog

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lecomtederochefort

rochefort pls let me clean ur boots or horse or cock which ever let me t ouch you

"As appealing as you make that sound, I would rather you didn’t. My horse and boots require specific attention.

The rest is up for debate.”

awildcreature-deactivated202110

The gascon wouldn’t mind?

thegascon

THE GASCON MOST DEFINITELY MINDS DOESN'T MIND 8(

#;i had to so slap me

opheliaavery

Erroné || thegascon

Monsieur de Cavalier was precisely the kind of man Ophelia Avery despised. As smug as he was ridiculous, very little style and absolutely no substance. She found his presence and constant pestering, extremely irritating. Having said that, she was quite sure she could keep him in his place without disrupting his burgeoning friendship with her grandfather. Men in high places flocked together and it was in her interest to keep the peace. One afternoon, she found herself dreadfully bored, and made up her mind to escape the confines of her grand home and take a walk in secret. Unfortunately, it was on this stroll that she met a rather drunken de Cavalier. Alcohol did nothing to improve his manners, as she soon found out.

thegascon

"—before midnight, before midnight," d'Artagnan yawns, giving a slight stretch as he upturns the wooden chair at the table, "of course, Athos. If you will, sir, I will be on my way—"

—and before his friend can say anything else, he dashes out of the modest housing of theirs, his booted feet slapping against the cobblestone roads with great force; it was his time of freedom, and he wasn't going to waste it here.

He grabs the reins of his favorite, Buttercup ( what other equine could fight for such honor? ), and slides onto his palm a cube of sugar for his horse to enjoy. After a moment of petting its nose, d'Artagnan hoists himself up, hooking his feet into the stirrups.

He can't help but to stop in his tracks when he hears sounds of commotion, and his brows furrow; Buttercup, sensitive to scuffles, twists her head to the noise. He gently steers her in the direction, fingers going to the hilt of his sword, before —

"Ah, darling," he says, mouth running before his brain can, "—it's been so very long, would you not agree? Pardon my lateness, if you can."

d'Artagnan doesn't know who the man is; in all honesty, however, he has no idea who she is, either.

"—if you will excuse us, monsieur, your afternoon will not be a bitter one."

#;rp #;stilllifepeach #stilllifepeach #[ thanks for waiting! ]#[ thank you for reminding me ]#[ bLESS ]

duel in the forest | lecomtederochefort

—what, will you not fight me?

#;rp #;lecomtederochefort #[ ohh man ]#[ is this gonna be like the fic ]

thegascon

I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.

Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.

lecomtederochefort

Go to any tavern and ask, they’ll tell you much the same as I have. As for what characteristics I have or lack, that is no concern of yours.

You’ll get yourself killed with a mentality like that, but who am I to stop you. It would do the world some good to have one less starry-eyed fool running loose.

The only worry I feel is for whichever poor soul decides to employ you.

thegascon

You lack an eye.

—a starry-eyed fool? If anything. I don't find myself to be 'starry-eyed' about anything. The only thing I —

Right. You just envy me, don't you? Admit it.

#;rp #;lecomtederochefort #| u r a shit sir |

thegascon

I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.

Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.

lecomtederochefort

Fair is far too generous a term for that animal. And since when are you a man? There is no hair on your face nor your chest.

My fixation, gascon, is that your tongue is far too loose and sharp for your own health. You’ll have duelled half of Paris if you continue at the rate you’re going.

thegascon

I had no idea that having hair on your chest or your face meant that you had become a man. The characteristics and qualities of a man comes from the inside — or do you lack such things, count?

I will say whatever I wish to; and if I must raise my rapier to defend my words, then I shall.

—does my recklessness worry you?

thegascon

I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.

Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.

lecomtederochefort

You are far too easily offended, boy. A simple remark about your… steed should not rankle you so.

I never claimed to do want to duel you. And the first time we dueled was due to your incredibly brash nature and inability to use your tongue in place of your blade.

thegascon

Is it not my duty as a man to be rankled at every unpleasant comment you bestow upon my fair horse?

—what is with your fixation with my tongue, sir? I am beginning to think that you have had a bit too much to drink. Does the men of the high-and-mighty cardinal have nothing to do but to visit taverns?

thegascon

I still question your taste in beasts. Whatever you claim, that is not a horse.

Buttercup is the finest horse in all of France, you fiend. She is much more beautiful and graceful than the brute of yours.

lecomtederochefort

Then you should have your vision checked, boy. I ensure the stable hands take good care of my horse, and that would include brushing him. Meticulously.

Your horse understands us now? Remarkable beast.

thegascon

My vision is fine, oh-so-great-and-mighty comte.

If it is a duel you wish for again, you know where to find me. It's saddening, truly, how you seem to have to seek out entertainment by offending my horse.

-and me.