CollectiveIdiocracy
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“Did I ever tell you,” he says suddenly, speaking before he can consider his words, “that my father wanted me to become a priest?”
Constance nearly stumbles beside him, good woman that she is.
“You’re having a go at me,” says Constance.
"No, I promise I"m not!"
"A priest. You!"
"Don"t tell d"Artagnan," says Aramis, "he"ll have conniptions trying to figure it all out."
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19 Dec 2024
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Claire answered the unexpected knock on the door mid-morning to find two young musketeers on the doorstep, their hats on their chests and eyes downcast. Both were dark haired, tall, and built like fighters, with broad shoulders and wiry frames. Their faces were full of sorrow, and one looked nearly dead on his feet. He had bruises on his face, a bandage around his forehead, and his skin had a terrible grey cast to it.
“Madame Fortin?” The healthier-looking of the two lifted his eyes, and she was startled by their wide expanse of green.
“Is it my brother or my husband?” she asked.
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After Savoy, Captain Treville sends Athos and Aramis to tend to his sister, whose husband was among the Musketeers killed. Their week together as Aramis recovers forges a connection that later grows into a complicated affair between Athos and Claire. Largely follows the arc of the series, but non-canonical given the insertion of the original character.
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- Part 1 of His Sister"s Keeper
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10 Dec 2024
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08 Dec 2024
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High school teacher Sylvie develops a relationship with the mysterious man upstairs in her apartment complex.
“Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle!” the voice became louder and more insistent as a hand rolled her over. She blinked into the full sunlight, the fuzzy shape above her settling into clear lines enough to see it was a man about her age. His face was framed by a neatly trimmed beard and flowing black hair, and his eyes were a startling greenish blue that popped from his pale freckled skin.
She gasped and struggled to sit up.
“No wait, you may have been injured. Just stay there for a minute. Did you fall? Does anything hurt?” he asked as he gently restrained her.
She closed her eyes in embarrassment, wishing she could make this man go away as easily as shutting them. She took a deep breath. “I’m fine. I was just…resting.”
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06 Dec 2024
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Sabito has already made up his mind about the Final Selection, and so have you.
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02 Nov 2024