voicetesting - canon is BBC's Musketeers

[mmeconstance]

One bad decision deserves another, I suppose, but why would you choose me? I've got--

[she goes right back to her cooking. She thinks she has nothing now. Forced to live out her life as Madame Bonacieux]

I'm not--you ought to look elsewhere, there was only one series so far.

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[all_for_me]

One series perhaps. And yet I cannot help but to think that the fandom is so much more than one simple show on BBC.

Come Madame, there is so much more to you than to simply ply about a kitchen.

[mmeconstance]

And who are you to make such claims?

[mousquetaire]

Sometimes once is enough.

[ He looks up at her, almost smiling and trying not to. He can't help it; she never did think enough of herself for his liking. ]

No one who had known you would find you easy to forget, Madame.

[mmeconstance]

[he is both the last and first person she wanted to see anywhere. She could say the same of him but that fear of her husbands blood on her hands stills her tongue]

[mousquetaire]

[ It's not...the best response. Maybe he shouldn't have come.

It's hard to stay away, too hard. Even though he knows that he should. ]

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to leave? I didn't mean -

[ A pause. He's not good at this. ]

I wasn't trying to make it harder.

[mmeconstance]

Stay.

[she didn't mean to say that. Monsieur Bonacieux may be around; worse, he could hear her and see them]

[mousquetaire]

[ He could care less where Bonacieux is. He's not good enough, not for her. He never was, and never will be. ]

Look at me, then.

[ He comes closer. Not by much, just a few steps. But it feels like more. ]

I missed you. I still miss you.

[mmeconstance]

[she misses him too. Misses feeling alive and wanted and loved like how d'Artagnan had loved her]

My husband--

[but it dies on her lips]

[mousquetaire]

Will what?

[ He's not afraid of Bonacieux. He never was, and doesn't truly believe the man's threat, either. He was bluffing. ]

Let him throw me out, if he wants. I don't care. I can't walk past and not see you, I can't just pretend I don't -

[ He halts, stopping himself before he can say love. Changes it instead, softens it. ]

- know you.

Is that what you'd want?

[mmeconstance]

How can he throw you out if you don't live with us anymore?

[she missed his presence in the house]

[mousquetaire]

And how can he stop me if all I do is talk?

He can't. [ He folds his arms, leaning back. Reassuring himself as much as her. ] And he's not here, anyway.

He can't keep me from seeing you.

[ Not when that's all that's left to them, anyway. ]

[mmeconstance]

[he could pop up at any time, couldn't he?]

It feels empty without you there. The house, I mean.

[mousquetaire]

[ He pauses, at that, looking at her. That ends up feeling indulgent, so he drops his gaze away. There's a little smile, though. ]

You once said it used to be quiet, before I was around. At least I can't keep causing you trouble, now. You put up with too much from me.

[desequilibre]

It would seem that they're not exactly driven by logic, Madame. Nevertheless, there could be worse outcomes. [ Constance is a good woman. Her Mundane has chosen well. ]

[mmeconstance]

[athos had always been practically a brother to her]

He said I would have his blood on my hands if I ever left him so yes, there's worse things.

[desequilibre]

It will not always be that way. I doubt any of us would allow it for long. [ Say the word, Madame Bonacieux. ]

[mmeconstance]

[she gives a small laugh]

And how would you ensure that, Athos?

[desequilibre]

[ He doubts very much that Bonacieux would really give up his life. The man is the kind of worm that will scramble through each inch of dirt to survive. Athos finds himself wanting to remind the man of that fact. Perhaps with the end of his blade. ]

I'm sure there will be a way.

[mmeconstance]

[And come home to a kebab'ed husband? She would know exactly who has been there]

The lot of you charging in with sharp, pointy things? Then I would need to patch up all of you.

[She's teasing, really]

[desequilibre]

[ Please Constance, he's much more subtle than that. ]

Aramis would only be insulted. You know he doesn't like competition in his needlework.

[mmeconstance]

He can take the needlework and I'll bring the salves for bruises. Can't really compete with Aramis' stiching.

[That gets her to smile a little. she does appreciate that they would for her honor.]

[desequilibre]

What problem can't be faced by dividing it between friends?

[ See also, your husband. He's sure Porthos would enjoy the diving part. ]

[mmeconstance]

And I wouldn't have you all strung up in front of the King. It would be too boring without you all.

[but she smiles. Athos may not look it but he does provide comfort in his own way]

[desequilibre]

Better for a reason than simply the cardinal's boredom.

And this is obviously post Season 1, but pre Bonacieux's death.

[madamelacomtessedelafere]

As skilled as your husband is in selling cloth, if he hurts you and forces you to remain with him though any sort of threat, he is worthy of neither your love nor your loyalty.

[The words are honest and her eyebrows raise as she finishes speaking. The tone, however, is harsh and unfeeling, as Milady's norm.]

You deserve more then that in life. And if he will not give it to you, you should take it for yourself. By whatever means you can. A lover, perhaps....

[And Milady is back to her previously made to Constance point about married women and taking a lover..]

Or if not that, find some way to dispatch him for which you would not be blamed..
[And there's that assassin side of her again.]