🧵 31. An ÉTRENNE is a gift given at New Year.

And a happy new year to all.

<– a very tired musketeer has returned from morning mass and shall go straight back to bed now. good night.

Oh hello–. A not-very-sober but very soft and gentle kiss back.

|| hi hi hi the answer will always and emphatically be YES

|| hi i just glanced at my bookmarks and I need to go find a corner to hide in

"Your Majesty!" He stops short, too pleasantly surprised to be addressed so directly to remember that he should bow – but he catches himself and does, belatedly, if only to hide his smile. "Were you looking for me?"

|| i know, i know, i know .. i have muse, i have time, but the sheer amount of bookmarks i have makes the exec dysfunk ..

if you want, you can bite me. and i won't move.

|| i love her and you

|| so that was a fucking lie

|| h....hi .. I disappeared into the Torchwood/Doctor Who verse I'm so sorry But I'm gonna watch the Muskies with my friend over there eventually–

|| I HAVE 28 FUCKING BOOKMARKS AND MOST ARE FROM 2024

Spain is big and hot and full of mountains and there's not much else to safely write home about. Except: He's finally on his way.

|| my emotional support bookmarks—

— d'Artagnan.

—Dropping his bag at the garrison entrance, handing his horse off to the next cadet. Exhausted, sun-tanned, a little unsteady on his feet, but when he spots d'Artagnan, all of that falls away, and a wide smile spreads on his face. He opens his arms.

Was supposed to be a couple weeks, at most. Not this /mess/. But it is what it is.

Good to be on French soil again. He's happy to be home ... Give him a day or two, and he'll start looking like it, too.