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There are many descriptors that can be applied to Milady deWinter. Perhaps the most important is the term survivor.
She will always do what she needs to do to survive. She's not surprised that things turned out how they did. Not really. She has learned to expect the worst.
But here she is back in this place. This strange, modern place where she can, if she wants, be anything she wants to be. Milady supposes now is the time to figure that out. Surely, it's only a matter of time before Athos lives through what she has. Will he still want her?
Someone will. Surely.
She sits at the hotel bar, draining one glass of sharp, bitter alcohol and signalling for another, her skirt - the finest Parisian silk - covering the barstool, the curve of her shoulder gleaming in the low light.
She will always do what she needs to do to survive. She's not surprised that things turned out how they did. Not really. She has learned to expect the worst.
But here she is back in this place. This strange, modern place where she can, if she wants, be anything she wants to be. Milady supposes now is the time to figure that out. Surely, it's only a matter of time before Athos lives through what she has. Will he still want her?
Someone will. Surely.
She sits at the hotel bar, draining one glass of sharp, bitter alcohol and signalling for another, her skirt - the finest Parisian silk - covering the barstool, the curve of her shoulder gleaming in the low light.
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[I'm only on episode 7, so be kind on spoilers!]
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Just as he would know her everywhere, Milady - Anne? Was she still Anne to him? - knows that voice. Even if he is dirty from battle, she knows, his eyes, his voice. All of these things she knows by heart, just as she knows that what they are cannot be sustained.
Oh, how she wishes it could. Tilting her chin up, she shrugs, putting on the facade of nonchalance. "No," she says, looking down at herself, then back at him, feeling herself lean toward him instinctively. Her wardrobe is her armor and she knows he knows this.
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There is some relief in knowing that. They have some time, then.
"Come," she says, sliding to stand. "Let's get you cleaned up."
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"Mine, I would imagine," she tells him. Even as filthy as he is, she links her arm through his. "Just Porthos?" she asks, her tone idle only to those who don't know her. "Not d'Artagnan and Aramis?"
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Perhaps.
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"Time seems to be our adversary right now," Milady notes, still keeping her tone purposefully light. "Well, as much as Spain is."
Not that she's seen Spain as her adversary. But then, she's always been an opportunist in that way.
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"Perhaps we will be able to take advantage of this time, then, here." He offers her a gentle smile, growing eager to touch her as much as he can. There will be time for it, though, if only he is patient. And besides, he is hardly in fit shape to be touching anyone now, as much as a mess as he is.
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She leads Athos into her room. It's as generic a room in this place gets, seeing as she doesn't seem to linger much. She goes to the bath, though, starting the taps near to steaming before she pours in bath oils. "Shall we send your uniform for cleaning or would you rather we didn't?" she asks, watching him sidelong. For what, she doesn't know.
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"Come," she says, taking his hand to lead him to the tub, filling with steaming water.
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"I think you will always be able to do that," Athos assures her, for it is one of her greatest skills and one that he admires as much as he despises it. She will always survive, no matter what she must do. "I'm glad to hear that it has allowed you to stay here with me."
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"...are you?"
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He wonders what must have happened to cause such a reaction in her, though he does not want to start prodding and causing a row, especially not when he is so comfortable and relaxed. "Of course I am. My feelings have not changed, Anne."
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Eventually, he eases back from the kiss and gives her a tired look. "No one said being a Captain would be so exhausting."
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