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aubergines2014-10-27 07:18 pm
chatona) wrote in aubergines2014-10-27 07:18 pm
( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU
the 'fake married' meme
be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you are pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over? |
i have meant to tag you on other memes and never done it >__> hi i hope this works, if not i can fix
Probably just as well that he wasn't here right now, although in all honesty if he had been, then either Athos wouldn't have cared overmuch or they would have done something else. As it was, a man and a woman travelling quietly by themselves for a few days? Given that they couldn't particularly pass as siblings, husband and wife had been the next choice. Probably the better choice anyway, as for reasons Athos didn't particularly care to think about, marriage somehow seemed to invite less interest than otherwise, from a certain sort of people.
His pauldron is in his saddlebag, her finery in another. A cloak covers what of her dress could not pass for something more common and it is evening now, which aids them still. Little could be done about his sword, but anything that immediately marks them as musketeer and queen, or of any status above slightly-displaced-merchant has hopefully been well hidden or tucked away. This is the first of potentially several days depending on how things go, and there are other clothes in another bag, but at the moment it's more a place to stay that he's concerned about. The travel itself is cause for concern, but at least in that they typically don't have to encounter many others or have too much worry for observation beyond what any other traveller does. Here in a town, overnight in an inn? Athos will not sleep very easily.
He comes back to her shortly, having dismounted to secure them a room. They've... Talked, a little bit here and there. The queen is young, but a good woman, and friendly if in the manner of someone constantly aware of their role in the world and the way in which they must play it. He is not particularly good with small talk, and truth be told neither of them know very much about the other, so a large portion of the ride since it began earlier was in silence. Even as he feels that it will probably make for a long few days - because he is all fine and well with quiet but despite himself he's grown somewhat accustomed to chatter, and he suspects it is not quite the queen's own preference to the degree they've thus achieved it, although again, it's not like he would know - he doesn't know how to rectify it. Not without it being potentially more awkward anyway, and wouldn't that just be fun.
Perhaps if he does wind up not sleeping he'll spend the time coming up with things that he might ask her tomorrow. Polite, inconsequential things - the sort of naff that people used to ask him as a comte at gatherings. ]
The horses have a place in the stables, our room is upstairs and some manner of supper will be brought up shortly. [ Here in town now, in public, there is a vague lightness to his tone, and a loss of the usual lilt and drawl to his words that typically mark him to be more educated. It's not particularly drastic acting, but it's passive and small enough that he can keep it maintained without too much difficulty. By her horse now, he offers her a hand to get down. ]
FINALLY HERE
It was practical and she was not so vain as to refuse the suggestion for her own safety. But her fine clothes and jewels were her own sort of armor, a way for her to garner respect and power that came with her position, to lessen how helpless she could feel at times, being at the mercy of court and a country that expected so much of her (and she had only managed to fail them until now). But it seems that ever since the assassination attempt on her, the idea of killing the queen had wormed it's way into many a head.
And for Athos's protection, she is grateful. It is why she tries her best to show her gratitude, tries to be helpful, and while she is quite affable, Athos is more... surly than his brothers in arms, more than Aramis, at least, whom the queen was quite fond of. She knows very little of the man who comes to her now as 'husband', telling her of the status of their stay here. She glances down with a gentle nod--] Thank you, mon-- [ She stops sort of formality and remembers herself.] Athos. [ She says it with an affection she has years of practice faking. Her real husband is no brute nor is he cruel but she does not love him, although there was a time she held affection for him. It passed with the loss of their child when he treated her cooly, blamed her for the loss. It was then that her heart closed off and she played the game she was meant to play as well as she could.
She lets him help her down, taking care to put her hands on his shoulders instead of trying to maintain a proper distance. Her life (and his) depended on it.] I fear I am more weary than I realized.
HAHAHA I AM SO SORRY man omg wow also man i hope this tag is okay
He was curious to know the woman behind the Queen, but not so much that he would risk awkwardness or impropriety on either of their parts. A noble upbringing wasn't the only reason he clung so fervently to the chivalric ideals of honour and the like - they just happened to be what kept him upright and moving forward at this point. He used them as a crutch to lever himself out of bed and into his duty, as he buckled on his uniform one piece at a time.
Although, alas, he'd had to hide most of that as well. He felt out of place. But he, at least, was somewhat more familiar with this sort of thing - thus far he had been quite impressed with the manner in which the young Queen had been taking this all in stride. I also just realised I said a lot of this in the last tag so oops. Sry.
When he comes to help her down (as any new husband with a young wife so fair would do), she forgets herself for just a moment but catches it very quickly, and as she corrects it he hears the affection and remembers that he, too, should likely be displaying that sort of thing. What would have been a very small smile - more a turn at the corner of his mouth than anything, is allowed to widen considerably. It is still nothing so broad or beaming as to show teeth, but it is acting and appreciation for her quick wit and his own approval of both all in one. Athos likes to be as efficient as possible. She has her hands on his shoulders and he puts his by her hips and lifts and slides her out of the seat and carefully places her on the ground as necessary, just removing a hand from her hip long enough to grip the reins on the horse. They're very close, closer than they should be in any other situation, and his mind is drawing a very hard line between what is happening right now in this playacting and when he and his wife stopping at an inn for the night was nothing of the sort.
But they're supposed to be these roles this evening, so he gives her a quick squeeze in lieu of a hug, and nods his head to the saddlebag on the other side of her horse. ] If you can just get these off of Marié [ her horse ] then I'll see to mine and have the stableboy come over. It won't take long. [ And with that - since even as their roles are, his request is merely a polite way of command, more or less - he moves over to his own horse to so as he said. Hopefully it will take her slightly longer, as once he's finished, he has to walk around to the open door over there to get the young lad's attention and bring him over.
And in the interest of getting them like. Into the inn at some point i'm making the elective decision to say that happened and the boy now has the horses and Athos gave him a little silver piece to take good care of them and then slung his own saddlebags over one shoulder before reaching out to grab one of hers, and beckoned her to follow him to the room. you can do the room /flaily hands don't want to godmod errthang ]