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[mousquetaire]

Am I?

[ D’Artagnan smiles down at her. Alina makes for easy, pleasant company. He doesn’t feel remotely uncomfortable with holding her. In fact, it’s nice. It makes him feel better.

He rubs her arm lightly, and lets his head fall back against the back of her bunk. ]

Are your thoughts so bad that you want to escape them? I’m sorry to hear that.

[sankta]

Sometimes. [ She confessed to him. something she didn't confess often, but she felt comfortable right now.

and he had confessed a lot to her tonight. ]

Everyone has bad thoughts, though.

[mousquetaire]

[ His head tilts, and he looks at her with an expression that's gentle, but curious. Alina has always seemed so put together, to him. She seems in control of herself. Certain of where she's going and what she wants to do.

Maybe it's not true, but it's the impression she gives off. He rarely ever thinks she looks vulnerable. ]

Everyone does, sometimes.

What is it you're thinking about, Alina? You can tell me. It won't go further than my ears, you have my word.

[ He owes her that much. After all she'd listened to him. ]