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Her Most Christian Majesty The Queen of France
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The Musketeers
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Crosses all over, heavy on your shoulders
Apr. 7th, 2015 02:25 pmThere were no words in any language which Anne knew to describe neither the utter horror of having one's child in danger, nor the blissful wash of relief in having him safe and close again. With Constance's help, the Dauphin had been returned to Anne's arms, and it had mattered very little in the moment that they were all still in such strange circumstances, or that they were essentially fugitives.
Hours had passed, however, and despite what Anne might have wished, the glow of reunion was beginning to wane. Sitting beside the baby's cradle, still in the plain dress she had met Constance in and with hair tumbled about her shoulders as she looked upon her sleeping son, the Queen began to once again feel the creeping, familiar weight of responsibility.
The quiet click of the door caught her attention and she turned, tense on instinct but then relaxing again with a small sigh when she saw it was Aramis. She placed a finger to her lips and then glanced back into the cradle.
Hours had passed, however, and despite what Anne might have wished, the glow of reunion was beginning to wane. Sitting beside the baby's cradle, still in the plain dress she had met Constance in and with hair tumbled about her shoulders as she looked upon her sleeping son, the Queen began to once again feel the creeping, familiar weight of responsibility.
The quiet click of the door caught her attention and she turned, tense on instinct but then relaxing again with a small sigh when she saw it was Aramis. She placed a finger to her lips and then glanced back into the cradle.
To think, an entire life could be bent toward the goal of grace and poise, yet still a person's self-possession could be utterly ripped from them in the space of an instant.
Anne's emotions, typically so tightly controlled, had spiraled helplessly from her grip, unraveling with each neat click of Rochefort's departing footsteps. Clutching onto Constance, she sobbed, shaking like she hadn't since she was a child, her mind so muddled with shock and fear that she found herself unable to move from the floor despite knowing, distantly, that to linger was further madness.
How had she not known? How had she not seen? What a blind and reckless little fool she had been, putting them all at such risk, throwing the Dauphin's lineage into question—
The Dauphin.
All at once Anne scrambled to her feet, light-headed and unsteady, and hastily gathered up her skirts to run into the hall. Her mind was racing— Constance. She could give the baby to Constance. There was little hope for Anne herself, but there might yet be time for Constance to flee, and she had escaped unnoticed with the Dauphin once before.
Breathless, Anne sprinted toward the nursery, only—
Only the corridor had changed, unfamiliar in the blink of an eye, pale sunlight exchanged for a dark and richly paneled hall. Startling, she tripped against a carpet runner and fell hard against the wall, jarring her shoulder with a wince. The fabric of her skirt still gripped hard in her fingers, escaped hair wild, she leaned there, eyes wide and muscles stiff as her heart hammered in her chest.
Anne's emotions, typically so tightly controlled, had spiraled helplessly from her grip, unraveling with each neat click of Rochefort's departing footsteps. Clutching onto Constance, she sobbed, shaking like she hadn't since she was a child, her mind so muddled with shock and fear that she found herself unable to move from the floor despite knowing, distantly, that to linger was further madness.
How had she not known? How had she not seen? What a blind and reckless little fool she had been, putting them all at such risk, throwing the Dauphin's lineage into question—
The Dauphin.
All at once Anne scrambled to her feet, light-headed and unsteady, and hastily gathered up her skirts to run into the hall. Her mind was racing— Constance. She could give the baby to Constance. There was little hope for Anne herself, but there might yet be time for Constance to flee, and she had escaped unnoticed with the Dauphin once before.
Breathless, Anne sprinted toward the nursery, only—
Only the corridor had changed, unfamiliar in the blink of an eye, pale sunlight exchanged for a dark and richly paneled hall. Startling, she tripped against a carpet runner and fell hard against the wall, jarring her shoulder with a wince. The fabric of her skirt still gripped hard in her fingers, escaped hair wild, she leaned there, eyes wide and muscles stiff as her heart hammered in her chest.
Hi hi, all!
So, I am finally getting around to writing Anne's debut, and I wanted to touch base to see how everyone felt about it. I'm not 100% certain how I plan to do it, but I'd really like to have Anne exit from the end of the last episode (2x08). (It's such a pity Constance won't be around until next month, but I don't want to wait any longer than I already have!)
I know the boys all come from different points, and obviously what went down with Rochefort is a very big deal, so I just wanted to see how everyone felt about it — I don't want to step on toes or screw up plans.
I was also thinking we might be able to use Anne's debut as a sort of private multi-thread post? Not necessarily like an open post in the main comm, but where if more than one of you want to take part, there could be natural offshoot threads where, say, two characters step aside to talk or go somewhere else. (This opposed to having to take turns forever, which can take such a long time and end up tedious.)
What do you think?
So, I am finally getting around to writing Anne's debut, and I wanted to touch base to see how everyone felt about it. I'm not 100% certain how I plan to do it, but I'd really like to have Anne exit from the end of the last episode (2x08). (It's such a pity Constance won't be around until next month, but I don't want to wait any longer than I already have!)
I know the boys all come from different points, and obviously what went down with Rochefort is a very big deal, so I just wanted to see how everyone felt about it — I don't want to step on toes or screw up plans.
I was also thinking we might be able to use Anne's debut as a sort of private multi-thread post? Not necessarily like an open post in the main comm, but where if more than one of you want to take part, there could be natural offshoot threads where, say, two characters step aside to talk or go somewhere else. (This opposed to having to take turns forever, which can take such a long time and end up tedious.)
What do you think?
Permissions
Mar. 2nd, 2015 08:23 pmCharacter Basics
Name: Anne, Her Most Christian Majesty The Queen of France
Canon: The Musketeers
Exit: 2x08
Stuck?: Varies
Gameplay
Time Zone: Pacific
Availability: Life is a bit unpredictable at present; I beg patience!
Slowtagging: Please take as long as you need, I'm in no rush.
Open to: Pretty much anything.
Canon-puncturing: Since she's based on a real person, let's just avoid the confusion for now.
Offensive subjects: Okay if they make sense for the narrative. Please drop me a line first just to be safe, though.
Powers: All okay.
Interaction
General warnings: Ummm... There are 4 dudes in the game sworn to kick the butt of anyone who messes with her?
Romantic interaction: Unless your name is Aramis, expect a very cool reception to any sort of romantic advances.
Violence: See "General Warnings" above. However, I am not against it if it's part of fun plot!
Godmodding
For anyone: She dresses like a 17th century French monarch, so it's safe to say you noticed her walking around in her ridiculous outfits.
Special permissions: The musketeers all have permission for moderate godmodding, but anything plotty or very specific, check with me first?