[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

[st_aff]

None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_eadiesthefour]

Not thinking, not that Constance could think, her impulses overtook her and Constance leaned in and kissed him, with more heat than she'd shown anyone except D'Artagnan. Her lips touched his, and it was rain on parched earth, spark to a wick, and she couldn't understand why she'd waited so long when they could have this.

Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_udious]

That was more than what he was expecting. She couldn't've been more clear about her desires if she'd prepared a twenty minute speech about them. He pulled her gently into his lap, not wanting either of them to strain as they kissed. A neck cramp tended to suck the enjoyment right out of everything.

Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_eadiesthefour]

Like a shock, Constance found herself in the lap of a man who was very very much not her D'Artagnan, and kissing him! She pushed back, palms flat against his chest and more force than some would expect. Her eyes were wide, mouth dropping open in shock before it shifted to embarrassment and shame, headed towards mortified.

She rose to her feet, words spilling from her so quickly many Parisians might have had trouble keeping up. Then she stopped, the familiar frustration coming through. "Je vous demande pardon, Henri." It wasn't his fault. But he wouldn't understand why she was so upset either, so she touched her chest lightly. "Madame Constance D'Artagnan."

Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_udious]

If anyone all day had an appropriate reaction to all of this, it was Constance. Henry was sure of it. He wasn't sure he totally understood her. She demanded pardon from him? An apology? Well, yes, he absolutely did owe her an apology. He was sure by the end of the day, he would owe a great many apologies. Letters would be in order.

He shook his head and cleared his throat, obviously recentering himself from what had come over both of them.

He was getting mighty sick of all this.

Earnestly, he held her gaze and lifted his left hand, gesturing as best he could to his wedding ring. "Mr. Henry Winchester." Had she met the boys? Perhaps. That would probably make things only more confusing.

Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_eadiesthefour]

Constance was the one apologizing. She had no idea what had come over her, but Henry had only responded to her advances as any man might, even a married one. Although if D'Artagnan had responded so to another woman throwing herself at him, now he was married to Constance, both of them would've felt the lash of her temper. But D'Artagnan wasn't here, and it was Constance who had been unfaithful. She counted herself lucky she'd come back to her senses before she further shamed herself.

She knew it had been just as wrong, her vows just as broken, kissing D'Artagnan and allowing him to kiss her, both of them falling in love, while she was married to Bonacieux, but betraying her heart and love felt like a worse sin.

"Je suis profondement désolée," she began again, before words failed her and Constance turned and ran, gripping her skirts in tight fists as she lifted the hem barely enough not to trip.

Re: Henry Winchester - Done Been Zapped (or rather will be zapped again) - OTA

[st_udious]

Henry frowned as he watched her flee. He didn't have the language skills to be able to tell her that this wasn't her fault. He didn't think it would soothe her distress much. It certainly didn't assuage his own guilt. Still, he had more sense than to go after her. Even if they did share a common tongue, he knew it'd be a terrible thing to go trying to comfort someone when he'd indirectly caused distress of this sort in the first place.

He swallowed uncomfortably, picking up his notebook again. This time with the intent to attempt come up with a way to make amends that wouldn't require language at all.