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maskormenacelogs2015-11-05 07:53 pm
illuminescent) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-05 07:53 pm
There she goes
WHO: Lucy Pevensie and you!
WHERE: Various places around De Chima
WHEN: The month of November, as needed!
WHAT: Catch-all log, starters provided for those who desire them!
WARNINGS: Aggressive cheerfulness!!
01; the clinic
[For someone so small, she certainly does have a lot of energy, and it shows. She's been on call - and yes, on call is the appropriate term - for the past four hours, and she has another five to go before she will go home. It's not quite what a resident might face, but this is still a part time job, for all that she runs this clinic as well as staffs it and works in it.
Again.
Energy.
But despite refusing to go home early to do the other work she does - like schoolwork, maybe? - she can be persuaded to take a break, which may be entirely necessary.
The only way she can do this is from all the help she has; between everyone who works there as well as the support from the imPort community.]
02; the farm
[Maybe you've wandered here on purpose, or maybe it's an accident. It certainly is a lot of land - swaths of it, most of the land past the politely and well-manicured fields just around the house the kind of wooly and wildness that only Virginia can achieve. It's November and even here, in what is technically the south, the leaves are turning: yellow and orange and the occasional bright and offensively brilliant pop of red.
Where the land turns to hills is up past where the farm technically ends, and she's skirting the land there too, up and around the corners. She exercises her horse in the early mornings just as the temperature is starting to lift, as the morning's damp is beginning to turn.
If she goes for long enough she can pretend it's Narnia, until she runs into someone.]
Sorry-!
[Selene (her horse) is very well-behaved. She doesn't even shy, but carefully dances, just around.]
I am quite thoughtless, I do apologize.
03; the town
[It's dusky, dimly lit, night comes so quickly and so early. Lucy isn't so much a fan of the cold, and winter is not her favorite season, so she doesn't linger as much anymore, in store fronts, looking at things that once she may have had but now she doesn't miss. Pretty jewels, little baubles, flowers-
-girlish things that remind her more of Susan than anything, girlish things she thinks do not look as pretty on her. But she really doesn't mind. She finds her way to a place near where the shops cluster by a tiny park, and sits, and thinks that maybe she's fine here. That the winter will pass and Peter will be fine, in Narnia, that Edmund will complain to no one about how much he hates snow, how Susan will throw a party-
-and Lucy will not think of it, she decides, and she settles in on a bench for a while. She's looking up at the brightly lit storefronts, all ready for Christmas (oddly soon, maybe?) and looks like she's thinking of too much all at once.]
04; wildcard
[prompt me!]
WHERE: Various places around De Chima
WHEN: The month of November, as needed!
WHAT: Catch-all log, starters provided for those who desire them!
WARNINGS: Aggressive cheerfulness!!
01; the clinic
[For someone so small, she certainly does have a lot of energy, and it shows. She's been on call - and yes, on call is the appropriate term - for the past four hours, and she has another five to go before she will go home. It's not quite what a resident might face, but this is still a part time job, for all that she runs this clinic as well as staffs it and works in it.
Again.
Energy.
But despite refusing to go home early to do the other work she does - like schoolwork, maybe? - she can be persuaded to take a break, which may be entirely necessary.
The only way she can do this is from all the help she has; between everyone who works there as well as the support from the imPort community.]
02; the farm
[Maybe you've wandered here on purpose, or maybe it's an accident. It certainly is a lot of land - swaths of it, most of the land past the politely and well-manicured fields just around the house the kind of wooly and wildness that only Virginia can achieve. It's November and even here, in what is technically the south, the leaves are turning: yellow and orange and the occasional bright and offensively brilliant pop of red.
Where the land turns to hills is up past where the farm technically ends, and she's skirting the land there too, up and around the corners. She exercises her horse in the early mornings just as the temperature is starting to lift, as the morning's damp is beginning to turn.
If she goes for long enough she can pretend it's Narnia, until she runs into someone.]
Sorry-!
[Selene (her horse) is very well-behaved. She doesn't even shy, but carefully dances, just around.]
I am quite thoughtless, I do apologize.
03; the town
[It's dusky, dimly lit, night comes so quickly and so early. Lucy isn't so much a fan of the cold, and winter is not her favorite season, so she doesn't linger as much anymore, in store fronts, looking at things that once she may have had but now she doesn't miss. Pretty jewels, little baubles, flowers-
-girlish things that remind her more of Susan than anything, girlish things she thinks do not look as pretty on her. But she really doesn't mind. She finds her way to a place near where the shops cluster by a tiny park, and sits, and thinks that maybe she's fine here. That the winter will pass and Peter will be fine, in Narnia, that Edmund will complain to no one about how much he hates snow, how Susan will throw a party-
-and Lucy will not think of it, she decides, and she settles in on a bench for a while. She's looking up at the brightly lit storefronts, all ready for Christmas (oddly soon, maybe?) and looks like she's thinking of too much all at once.]
04; wildcard
[prompt me!]
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That gives a slightly different flavour to all this jocularity. ]
The knife. I don't think that's exactly what all these parents want their children to find, but at least it's useful.
[ She'd been eight, though. ]
You told me you'd fought since you were young, my Lady. I don't think I realised quite how young.
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[She misses them so much. She misses them so fiercely.]
I was told quite sternly to stay out of the battle. That I was to young, and too small, and too precious. But that I must have a blade in case, anyway.
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I imagine Christmas will be hard for you without them. I'm sorry, Lucy.
You do have Athos and I, and Porthos too. I know that we are not the same company, but I can promise you, you will not be alone.
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[She looks down, and kicks her feet out a little.]
I do worry that I have stolen so much of your attention. I know you are married but Athos, and Porthos, they could find other people to occupy your time, and you could have other friends.
[But in a way, even as she wants them to be happy, she wants them with her all the time.]
I do not wish to be jealous of your attention. And I do not wish you to think I would not allow you other pleasures, if you found them, because I cannot provide all the pleasures in the world-
[And she bites her lip.]
Will you please forgive me this selfishness?
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Well, I have other friends, and it’s not as though I don’t spend time with them. I don’t spend every waking moment with you, just because we live on the same farm. I thought that you liked that arrangement.
[ Maybe she doesn’t. Or maybe she’s having second thoughts about it. That would be fair, he thought. They have always been from a very different world. Perhaps she’s tired of that, and stifled by their protection. Perhaps that’s the problem.
Clearing his throat, he moves on. ]
And I am not certain what marriage has to do with it.
If the problem is that we are around you too much, then please, say so. I have never wanted to impose on you. I know my brothers would feel the same.
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I would have you always by my side, always.
[She means it. If she could take them back to Narnia, she would.]
I mean to say, if there are women, who they wish to occupy their time, that would-
I would say that would be time well-spent, if they so desire it, and I hope that my charge is no hardship.
[She reaches for his arm, and her hands go around his wrist, as if it is a hug.]
I will ask you to not leave my side, if it please you.
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Athos, I know, has no interest in romance. Not after what happened with his wife.
[ Lucy knows that story, so d’Artagnan doesn’t touch it now. He just knows that it’s true; that there had only ever been one woman to stir Athos’ heart, and in stirring she had broken it. ]
And should Porthos find a woman to interest him, I have no doubt he would pursue her. He has never shied from that in the past, and it has never impacted upon his duty. You should not worry.
I will stay with you, and guard you, for as long as you deem it fit. If your mind is turned from that, you should tell me, my Lady. We’re men of honour. I promise that we would leave if you should desire it. You can trust my word.
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But surely some woman would be gentle and good enough to win his heart-
[She shakes his head.]
No, I will not press it.
[And that's for the best, really.]
I do trust you. I do. I would have you with me if I could take you back to Narnia, I would have the three of you with me always, for I love you so. And you have been nothing but men of your word.
It is silly. A girl's foolish words, please do forgive them.
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He's still watching Lucy. ]
There's nothing to forgive. I just wonder where all of this has come from.
Have we done something to worry you?
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No.
You've done nothing but be honorable and kind and loyal to me, and I am repaying it quite poorly today.
[She takes a breath.]
It has to do with what was said to me, about you, and Athos and Porthos, by a certain man who we both know but I will not speak his name, on the night I stabbed him.
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He might have known this would come back to Dorian Gray. Doesn't everything? ]
You said I would have run him through. I remember.
[ But there'd been more important things to worry about, at the time. Not so now. ]
What did he say?
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[She goes still, because the words are so ugly, because it was such a vile and cruel thing and it earned her an enemy in more than just Dorian, she thinks of Ronan Lynch who made it so clear to not speak to him again, and Lucy does not like anyone disliking her.]
He said you were with me for nothing more than sport, and to...that you wished to-
[This is not fair, she can't bring herself to say the words. She takes a breath.]
-that no man could have such honorable intentions and that you were biding your time.
[She thinks, maybe, that is clear enough.]
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[ D'Artagnan says that dully. It's not really a surprise to him that Gray would say something like that. The man has already shown that he's vile, and vulgar, and particularly intent on unkindness. No doubt he had said it because he guessed that it would upset Lucy.
Which it has done, clearly. D'Artagnan leans back, his frown deeply unhappy. ]
And you needed me to what? Reassure you that he was wrong?
Is that the kind of men you think we are?
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No-
No!
I would not-
[She's not angry, but she's passionate, and it's very clear that there is a difference.]
I would think such a thing of you, of any of you! But I am not pleased that anyone would think such a thing of you, and I am even more displeased that-
I do not like who I am when he speaks to me, and I do not like what I do when he speaks to me, and I am afraid that I have given some impression to others about how I treat you, for you-
[She rubs her face with her hands.]
You have been nothing but kind and wonderful and loyal to me, and I have repaid that poorly, if anyone at all thinks such a thing.
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My Lady, Dorian Gray would say whatever he thinks you would believe in order to hurt you. That is all he's trying to do. His words are his weapons, and you would let them pierce you.
[ Worse, she'd fought back with a physical weapon, which will only have satisfied him more. He got a rise out of her. ]
You are a queen, and we are your guards, and you are our friend besides. If he cannot imagine loyalty that does not come from romance, then I pity him, and so should you. He is not worth so much worry.
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I have missed you so much, and I see you every day.
[But that is her own fault, not his at all.]
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Lucy has been out of sorts for so long. Considering that she had stabbed Dorian in the eye, he had not found that strange. He;d thought it a reaction to the violence, or perhaps fear that there would be more trouble from it. Now he sees what more there was. ]
You can't miss me when I'm here.
It's all right, Lucy. [ He hardly ever calls her Lucy. He wouldn't do it now, if anyone else could hear. ] You still are not alone.
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[She says that into his hair.]
You called me Lucy.
[She really doesn't mind, but if it's something private and rare, it makes it all the more special.]
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I know. Don't tell Athos.
[ Leaning back, d'Artagnan gives her face a hopeful scan. ]
Do you feel better now?
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[She nods, then, smiling.]
Yes, a great deal, thank you.
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[ She looks better, in fairness. Is this really what’s been troubling her, all this time? D’Artagnan smiles back, and gently touches her arm. ]
Let us go home, my Lady. It’s only getting colder, and I can build a fire to warm us. Will you come?
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Yes, of course.
[She stands up, and reaches for his arm when he does the same.
(It was all, truly: Lucy is not so complex.)]