[ D'Artagnan looks up at him, a little surprised. He's still holding his arms out in front of him like he's trying to balance something on them - or as if he thinks he has to hold the fire up. ]
My father had a farm in Gascony. That's where I grew up. I joined the Musketeers, after...
After he died.
[ He glances down at the flames again, turning his hand over and watching them crawl over his skin. They have a kind of tickling warmth, which actually makes him want to shiver. Very strange. ]
The flames last for life? [ He looks up - or at least, one of his eyebrows arches up, and he peeks at Martin from beneath the fall of his hair. ] You're not serious. They don't fade?
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[ D'Artagnan looks up at him, a little surprised. He's still holding his arms out in front of him like he's trying to balance something on them - or as if he thinks he has to hold the fire up. ]
My father had a farm in Gascony. That's where I grew up. I joined the Musketeers, after...
After he died.
[ He glances down at the flames again, turning his hand over and watching them crawl over his skin. They have a kind of tickling warmth, which actually makes him want to shiver. Very strange. ]
The flames last for life? [ He looks up - or at least, one of his eyebrows arches up, and he peeks at Martin from beneath the fall of his hair. ] You're not serious. They don't fade?