Seventy-Seventh Entry [Accidental Video]

[reckless_eagle]

[All right, so no matter what the future has to say about whether or not it's sinful to be in love with someone of the same sex, Poland is pretty damn sure that it's not ever okay to be married and all... chasing after someone else!]

[And it's not just the Catholicism hitting him with guilt, this time. The way Liet looked at him--he's been there, a million times over all the years, and for some reason... The one time Liet wanted his attention and faithfulness, it wasn't there. The one time Liet's ever felt what he feels all the time, he couldn't be there for him.]

[So he's out in the stables--that is, where he goes for privacy-- kneeling on a low stool in the corner with his rosary in hand. Just because there are no priests here doesn't mean he can't pray, or that he won't, whether for routine or for comfort.]

--quia peccávi nimis cogitatióne, verbo, ópere et omissióne:
mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.
Ideo precor beátam Maríam semper Vírginem,
omnes Angelos et Sanctos, et vos, fratres...

((OOC: Shit, son, the Latin usage just gets more gratuitous (and Google Translate-based on at least one end) from here :D ))

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[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

[Athos is at the stables because he wants a horse. Not just any horse, but one he can appropriately bond with and take care of, because he's got to do something around here or he'll drink himself to death. Upon entering the little building, he pauses-

Waits.

Listens.

Someone is there.

That someone is kneeling in the corner, praying. Athos himself isn't a staunch practitioner of religion, but he does believe in God.]

Quid fecisti?

Sorry, I was out of town all day ;;;

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland pauses, crossing himself in a sort of... apology for leaving off so abruptly. Latin is language of the Church, and always has been to him; knowing it is a mark of someone properly educated, at the very least, if not properly churched as well. And with so few of like mind around, that's enough to get him to open up a bit.]

Ego... Ego in corde meo infidelium.

no problem~

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

[Athos moves closer, leaning against one of the stable walls.]

Tu fregisti legem Dei?

[He isn't really sure what's going on here, but he might as well inquire further for clarification.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland gets up a little, then sets the stool underneath himself, sitting down.]

Etiam feci. Es vir Dei?

[A man of the Cloth, he means. He's not obligated to go talking to any old Catholic about this, after all.]

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

[Athos shakes his head.]

Amice mi vir Dei.

[Aramis was a man of God, at any rate. Back home. Once.]

Ad cardinalis Richelieu.

Whoops, sorry, fell asleep :D;;

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland looks a little bit shocked, briefly. He guesses he shouldn't be, from the looks of Athos, but he's just--not used to hearing people talk about people he's heard of at home.]

Like, Puto eum nescio. De Gallia? Episcopus est nunc arbitror.

[Which raises the question...]

Quid est annus?

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

Oui, [Athos replies, vaguely amused, throwing his languages together.] De Gallia.

Anno Domini millesimo sexcentesimo vicesimo quinto. Et tu?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Anno Domini millesimo sexcentesimo decimus. Haud procul!

[He smiles, a little shyly.]

Et tu, an etiam de Gallia?

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

Oui, monsieur.

[The briefest flicker of a smile.]

Unde es tu?

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Jestem Polska.

[Since the odds are pretty low that he'll understand that, though...]

Polonia sum.

[Nope, not "Polonica". He's got time for explanations on his hands today, if Athos questions it.]

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

[He lets this sink in for a moment.]

...Numquid possumus dicere in lingua vulgari?

[Asking to speak in the common tongue is as far as Athos can go today, because if the tiny blonde man (man?) is a country, then something is up.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[That gets another laugh out of him.]

For sure, for sure! I'm like, Poland. Nice to meet you!

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

As in...the Kingdom of Poland?

[Aren't they attached to Lithuania right now? Athos hasn't kept up much with affairs outside of Paris.

But he smiles faintly.]

My name is Athos. Likewise.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[The blond grins, with a little flip of his hair.]

The greatest power in Eastern Europe! Well, me and Liet are. [He's a bit of a glory-hog, sometimes, but even he'll acknowledge that a lot of his and Liet's strength is from the power of their alliance.]

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

So...you are the ruler of your country?

[Suddenly he looks a little...confused.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

No, no, that's my boss. I'm like, the Kingdom.

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

You're a kingdom?

[This face says PLEASE EXPLAIN.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Ohkay, so like for every nation in the world, there's a nation. Like, one of us. We live, grow, flourish, and sometimes die with our culture. We're basically, like, something like the embodiment of our people's soul, except what happens to our land has an effect on our bodies sometimes, too?

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

Some sort of...a human representation?

[Okay, symbology, they use that in paintings. He can sort of dig it. As much as a man from the 17th century can.]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like, kinda like that!

Well, not human human, but totally close enough, right?

[thestormcomes.livejournal.com]

...ah.

[Athos dwells on this for a moment. He can't refute it even if it doesn't really make sense in the context of his own world, so...he might as well make an ally.]

As one of the King's Musketeers, I am honored to make your acquaintance.