mousquetaire: (s m i l e - s a t i s f i e d)
D'Artagnan ([personal profile] mousquetaire) wrote 2014-12-07 07:17 pm (UTC)

[ That's really not what he expected, and his face shows it. But he smiles all the same, and lifts his shoulders in a shrug. ]

I grew up on a farm. When I was a child, I suppose I expected I'd take care of it one day. Like my father did.

[ His father. There's a spike of pain inside him at that, though not the kind that should be there. It used to come with the pain of grief. Now it's that much more complicated, knowing that his father lives again, and is held by the CDC. He pushes the thought away. ]

But he told me tales of heroes, and soldiers who fought for the good of France. I idolised them. I wanted to learn how to fight, and so he taught me. I learned the sword, I learned how to shoot. I knew I wanted that life.

I didn't know I would be a Musketeer, specifically. That want happened later, when I met Athos and the others in Paris. Then I wanted to be one of their band. They were men of honour. Once I saw that, saw how they lived and what they lived for, then there was no greater thing that I wanted. I knew from that moment on.

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