d'Artagnan/Milady, d'Artagnan Romances
Title: Cold Reception
Fandom: d'Artagnan romances
Pairing: Milady and d'Artagnan
Theme: Cold
Rating: G
Words: 500
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Part of an ongoing Milady de Winter and d'Artagnan drabble series
The moment that the door opened and revealed Milady de Winter, d'Artagnan felt an odd sense of foreboding. It wasn't Kitty's absence from her usual post that had him feeling as if he was not welcome, but the coolness of Milady's blue eyes that met his own with such fierceness that it took him aback. However, d'Artagnan discovered that it wasn't just the icy blue that met his brown that forced him to take a step back and take her in with mild surprise, but the crossed arms, the tapping of her right foot and the set jaw. All this forewarned him that the woman in front of him was not very happy, on the contrary, she looked very cross indeed.
"You're as welcome as a hair in one's soup," said Milady de Winter aggressively with her arms still crossed and her icy blue eyes upon his face.
Slightly taken aback at this sudden act of hostility, d'Artagnan took another step back and blinked in confusion. He looked down at the letter in his hand, and gazed back up at the angry woman in front of him. The note was written in her handwriting, asking for him to seek an audience with her that night- could he be wrong? Perhaps the note said another evening or was written by another woman?
Could it possibly be Constance that asked for him on this night? He looked at the note hopefully but failed to recognise her tiny writing... as a matter of fact, d'Artagnan was positive that it was Milady's elegant writing written upon the tiny piece of paper.
"How dare you treat me in such a rude manner, Monsieur d'Artagnan." Milady moved away from the door with a quickness that both surprised and alarmed him. Next moment, he found himself nearly touching noses with a woman in one of her terrifying states of temper, and he was startled to realise that the small Milady de Winter seemed to have grown twice her height to match his.
"I am not somebody that you can treat with the disrespect you have been giving me, Monsieur," said Milady, her voice getting lower with each word until finally it became a deadly hiss. "Despite appearances, I am not a woman to be trifled with."
The last part was whispered in his ear, the threat within her words was clear as day to the young man who stood motionless with breath abated. He felt the warm breath of Milady upon his cheek, heard her chuckle softly when he had stiffened because he understood her threat and what it meant.
The unspoken threat was also there, the stony silence, the cold and unwavering gaze, and the fixed jaw all warned him that if he stepped across that line and sparked her anger again, that dire consequences would await him.
He closed his eyes as she stroked his cheek softly, felt her fingers go to his mouth and stop there. He sensed her getting closer, felt her tender kiss upon his lips and fought the urge to vomit. He shuddered as he felt her fingers upon his mouth again, hard now as she leaned in towards his ear.
"Bear in mind what I said, Monsieur d'Artagnan." Her hand caressed his cheek again, soft and affectionate now, but with a hardness as her words became harsh. "You'll do well to remember it because it isn't just you in the crosshairs now."
D'Artagnan's eyes flew open and he looked about him wildly, but Milady had vanished.
Fandom: d'Artagnan romances
Pairing: Milady and d'Artagnan
Theme: Cold
Rating: G
Words: 500
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Part of an ongoing Milady de Winter and d'Artagnan drabble series
The moment that the door opened and revealed Milady de Winter, d'Artagnan felt an odd sense of foreboding. It wasn't Kitty's absence from her usual post that had him feeling as if he was not welcome, but the coolness of Milady's blue eyes that met his own with such fierceness that it took him aback. However, d'Artagnan discovered that it wasn't just the icy blue that met his brown that forced him to take a step back and take her in with mild surprise, but the crossed arms, the tapping of her right foot and the set jaw. All this forewarned him that the woman in front of him was not very happy, on the contrary, she looked very cross indeed.
"You're as welcome as a hair in one's soup," said Milady de Winter aggressively with her arms still crossed and her icy blue eyes upon his face.
Slightly taken aback at this sudden act of hostility, d'Artagnan took another step back and blinked in confusion. He looked down at the letter in his hand, and gazed back up at the angry woman in front of him. The note was written in her handwriting, asking for him to seek an audience with her that night- could he be wrong? Perhaps the note said another evening or was written by another woman?
Could it possibly be Constance that asked for him on this night? He looked at the note hopefully but failed to recognise her tiny writing... as a matter of fact, d'Artagnan was positive that it was Milady's elegant writing written upon the tiny piece of paper.
"How dare you treat me in such a rude manner, Monsieur d'Artagnan." Milady moved away from the door with a quickness that both surprised and alarmed him. Next moment, he found himself nearly touching noses with a woman in one of her terrifying states of temper, and he was startled to realise that the small Milady de Winter seemed to have grown twice her height to match his.
"I am not somebody that you can treat with the disrespect you have been giving me, Monsieur," said Milady, her voice getting lower with each word until finally it became a deadly hiss. "Despite appearances, I am not a woman to be trifled with."
The last part was whispered in his ear, the threat within her words was clear as day to the young man who stood motionless with breath abated. He felt the warm breath of Milady upon his cheek, heard her chuckle softly when he had stiffened because he understood her threat and what it meant.
The unspoken threat was also there, the stony silence, the cold and unwavering gaze, and the fixed jaw all warned him that if he stepped across that line and sparked her anger again, that dire consequences would await him.
He closed his eyes as she stroked his cheek softly, felt her fingers go to his mouth and stop there. He sensed her getting closer, felt her tender kiss upon his lips and fought the urge to vomit. He shuddered as he felt her fingers upon his mouth again, hard now as she leaned in towards his ear.
"Bear in mind what I said, Monsieur d'Artagnan." Her hand caressed his cheek again, soft and affectionate now, but with a hardness as her words became harsh. "You'll do well to remember it because it isn't just you in the crosshairs now."
D'Artagnan's eyes flew open and he looked about him wildly, but Milady had vanished.