I gave this a go. It's my first attempt. Will try and get second part up ASAP.
Milady didn’t think that her heart was capable of breaking. In fact, if you asked the right person they would even say that she didn’t even have a heart at all but that was not true. Her heart just belonged to someone else. Athos.
She wanted to hate him. She had thought that she could punish him, have him killed like he had tried to do to her but in the end event he thought of him dead hurt her more than she could ever have believed. She had realised that she could not fight her feelings anymore, she loved Athos and always would. Milady knew that she was a terrible person; she had lied, cheated and killed more people than she could bear to think about but Athos made her feel like a better person. He always had. He hadn’t known her past when they were married and the only look she could see in his eyes was that of love. She wanted to see that look again.
Athos was a hard man to track down and there were many taverns in Paris but Milady finally managed to find him. She stood in the shadows outside and waited for him to leave the tavern. After what seemed like hours the door opened and she saw the outline of her husband step out. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. She had always thought he was handsome, even ay his most drunk or battered and bruised. She took a few steps forward intending to speak to him but she stopped when she noticed he was not alone.
D’Artagnan followed him out and Milady took to the shadows once again. She watched as Athos turned around and stood so close to the younger man that it made Milady wonder what was going on with them. She saw Athos lean in and whisper something in d’Artagnan’s ear. The younger man grinned, grabbed Athos’ hand and dragged him down the nearest alley. Milady stalked across the street and felt her heart break at the sight.
Athos was leaning against the wall with d’Artagnan pressed up against him, his hands running through the younger man’s hair. She saw d’Artagnan smile and lean in close, pressing a gentle kiss on Athos’ lips. She watched as Athos pulled his young lover closer to him and held him tight. She wanted to be d’Artagnan.
The part which hurt her the most was the look Athos gave d’Artagnan when they finally parted. It was a look of pure love. It was the look he had given her once upon a time. In that moment Milady knew that she had lost him.
She had always assumed that Athos would always be hers. She thought that he would always wait for her but he had moved on. He was in obviously very much in love with the younger Musketeer. A wave of regret washed over Milady as she saw Athos whisper something in d’Artagnan’s ear and a moment later they exited the alley together, their night not over yet.
A moment later Milady exited the shadows and watched as they disappeared into the distance. She wished that her heart could not break. She wished that she could simply turn away and feel nothing over what she had seen. But she could not. She loved Athos, he was the only man she had ever given his heart to and she could do nothing but watch him walk away with another love. Milady swallowed her regret deep down and replaced the mask on her face that she always wore, the blank canvas that no-one could see through. Slipping back into the shadows she disappeared from view.
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Re: Constance and Milady find they are too late d`Artagnan/Athos 1/2
Date: 2015-04-01 08:07 pm (UTC)Milady didn’t think that her heart was capable of breaking. In fact, if you asked the right person they would even say that she didn’t even have a heart at all but that was not true. Her heart just belonged to someone else. Athos.
She wanted to hate him. She had thought that she could punish him, have him killed like he had tried to do to her but in the end event he thought of him dead hurt her more than she could ever have believed. She had realised that she could not fight her feelings anymore, she loved Athos and always would. Milady knew that she was a terrible person; she had lied, cheated and killed more people than she could bear to think about but Athos made her feel like a better person. He always had. He hadn’t known her past when they were married and the only look she could see in his eyes was that of love. She wanted to see that look again.
Athos was a hard man to track down and there were many taverns in Paris but Milady finally managed to find him. She stood in the shadows outside and waited for him to leave the tavern. After what seemed like hours the door opened and she saw the outline of her husband step out. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. She had always thought he was handsome, even ay his most drunk or battered and bruised. She took a few steps forward intending to speak to him but she stopped when she noticed he was not alone.
D’Artagnan followed him out and Milady took to the shadows once again. She watched as Athos turned around and stood so close to the younger man that it made Milady wonder what was going on with them. She saw Athos lean in and whisper something in d’Artagnan’s ear. The younger man grinned, grabbed Athos’ hand and dragged him down the nearest alley. Milady stalked across the street and felt her heart break at the sight.
Athos was leaning against the wall with d’Artagnan pressed up against him, his hands running through the younger man’s hair. She saw d’Artagnan smile and lean in close, pressing a gentle kiss on Athos’ lips. She watched as Athos pulled his young lover closer to him and held him tight. She wanted to be d’Artagnan.
The part which hurt her the most was the look Athos gave d’Artagnan when they finally parted. It was a look of pure love. It was the look he had given her once upon a time. In that moment Milady knew that she had lost him.
She had always assumed that Athos would always be hers. She thought that he would always wait for her but he had moved on. He was in obviously very much in love with the younger Musketeer. A wave of regret washed over Milady as she saw Athos whisper something in d’Artagnan’s ear and a moment later they exited the alley together, their night not over yet.
A moment later Milady exited the shadows and watched as they disappeared into the distance. She wished that her heart could not break. She wished that she could simply turn away and feel nothing over what she had seen. But she could not. She loved Athos, he was the only man she had ever given his heart to and she could do nothing but watch him walk away with another love.
Milady swallowed her regret deep down and replaced the mask on her face that she always wore, the blank canvas that no-one could see through. Slipping back into the shadows she disappeared from view.
She was too late. She would always be too late.