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Her own strides were longer than Seymour’s so she caught up to him with ease. There was strength in her arms still as she strode up behind him and scooped him up into her arms. “I’m here, my son.” There was a loving grin plastered across her face as she pressed a multitude of kisses across her son’s face. It ruined the game of hide and seek, but while she still had the strength to pick him up, Anima would do it every chance she got. His giggles and his pleading for her to stop causing she was tickling him warmed her heart.

   d’Artagnan knew, however, that despite his own taunts the afternoon’s training had been long and his own attacks had become less uniform as it wore on, leaving him easy prey. Not that he’d ever reveal that to Athos. No, instead he’d continue on until either was defeated, there never really was any honour in surrendering, even if it was just training.

((Just as a general reminder to everyone that right now I'm only feeling incredibly specific muses (meaning Oscar, German, (redacted), and Art/orius with Oscar and German being the strongest) so if you prompt other muses of mine---which is totally fine, let me stress that---it'll just take me longer to reply to those because my enthusiasm and inspiration is elsewhere.))

                              temos algumas 📍 INFORMAÇÕES E A HISTÓRIA de athos para aqueles que não gostam de surpresas ― e para os curiosos, se isso não for suficiente, é possível encontrar 📍 MAIS SOBRE ELE. alguns dilemas e problemas pedem um desenvolvimento pessoal, sob seu ponto de vista, por isso, se interessar, é preciso seguir para os 📍 CAPÍTULOS. outros tipos de desenvolvimento estão nas 📍 THREADS. de vez em quando, rola um jeito mais prático e engraçado de decifrá-lo melhor, aí é só seguir para as 📍  ASK’s RESPONDIDAS, 📍 TASK’s ou as  📍 INSPIRAÇÕES.