Anne.

»Aramis is dead, the King is in terrible danger, but by all means— let's discuss my moral character. We have all day.«

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

M̶i̶l̶a̶d̶y̶ d̶e̶ W̶i̶n̶t̶e̶r̶

[ ᴀɴɴᴇ. ]

» former assassin and bearer of many names.
» tired of revenge but also of your bullshit.
» paris's spymaster and resident queen of sass.

« ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴛ.
ɴᴏᴛ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ. »

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere sound. On the contrary, she has gotten used to fleeing from it, eventually into Ninon's arms. But the trust is back, and it still feels as nice as it always did. She places a hand on his chest and kisses him back, smiling softly. "In a moment."

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere is right about her nonexistent sense for privacy.

She's let herself into his office, leaning back in his chair, feet on his desk.

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere Anne closes her eyes and allows herself this moment, the familiarity of Armand's body shielding her on all sides. Over the long years of rebuilding herself, she has built her own fortresses, assured her own security. She does not need a man's arms around her to feel safe and +

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere themselves. She gets up from Armand's chair, which just barely improves her height difference to him perching on the table, and looks at him expectantly. She demands a kiss, and he'd better read that off her face and comply within a moment.

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere "Just us," Anne nods. "We worked hard to be a family again. Let us take the time to be one, then." She rarely speaks her feelings this bluntly, but this time they're voiced without a trace of accusation. They /did/ work for this, and Anne enjoys the life they have built for +

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere || I need a scene where she laughs until she's out of breath and then they just look at each other 😭

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

|| I'm full on crying your honour

[𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐒 @_delafere]

@I_MiIady >epithet she might laugh at while he kisses her temple and repeats it just to see her smile for a longer while, but she's simply mum for John and Raoul. Just mum.

"Just us, with our boys?" he repeats softly. John is already a little man, one that still looks up to them as >

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

||

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere Let me help you with that.

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

Not sorry.

[𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐒 @_delafere]

||Paris is suffering a heatwave, increased temps all around.

The heatwave in question:

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere who he is again today. Those smiles and precious moments are earned through years of hard work.

"Perhaps John would like to come," she says, and can't help that while her lips smile, her voice is guarded. "Just the four of us. We should ask him."

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere "He was upset, but did not cry this time. We took turns telling him what a very brave little man he is," Anne said, softer than she meant to, because that tenderness still gets to her after all this time. This is her husband, not who he could have been all those years ago, but +

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere Would you like to ruin the climate some more?

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

@_delafere "I had to ascertain you were returned to us unharmed," Anne says, nudging his leg with her own. "And to invite you to dinner with your small son who has missed you very much."

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

what now. she's kind of busy.

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

|| oh nooo all my old Maimie gifs were on my old phone

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

|| I made it through reading the first three replies or so before tearing up

[𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐒 @_delafere]

||Absolutely not sobbing like a damn baby

[* 𝓐𝑵𝑨 @INFANTAREINA]

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Ｉ ｗａｓ 𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑵

ｉｎｔｏ ａ 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 ｏｆ 𝑫𝑼𝑻𝒀．

Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑬𝑫，

ｂｕｔ ｎｅｖｅｒ 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬．

#THEMUSKETEERSRP | #HISTORICALRP | #MVRP

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

|| I have 9 bookmarks over here to add to the dozen bookmarks over there 😂

[Anne. @I_MiIady]

|| this account is still active, fuck you twatter