It's the flick of the cat's tail that alerts Aramis to the too large sliver of light by the door. Careless, he thinks, and certainly not his fault, for it's Porthos who'd carried the last of the groceries inside. Straightening from where he's been stacking cartons of eggs inside the cold box, Aramis calls, "You've left the door open," but it's he who goes to close it, bending to scratch behind little Athos' ears as he goes.
Except when he straightens, there's a shadow by the door. Aramis' hand goes to his hip where, despite his modern dress, his sword still hangs, and carefully pushes the door the rest of the way open. Aramis' mouth opens, and all his words desert him, for there, looking every inch the man that he's remembered and missed these many months, stands Athos filling up the hall.
Aramis' face slacks with surprise and an unlooked for joy that nearly bowls him over. "Porthos!" he finally shouts, finding his voice as he reaches, tugging Athos inside by two fistfuls of his blue jacket. "Come at once, it is Athos!"
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Date: 2014-10-10 06:15 pm (UTC)Except when he straightens, there's a shadow by the door. Aramis' hand goes to his hip where, despite his modern dress, his sword still hangs, and carefully pushes the door the rest of the way open. Aramis' mouth opens, and all his words desert him, for there, looking every inch the man that he's remembered and missed these many months, stands Athos filling up the hall.
Aramis' face slacks with surprise and an unlooked for joy that nearly bowls him over. "Porthos!" he finally shouts, finding his voice as he reaches, tugging Athos inside by two fistfuls of his blue jacket. "Come at once, it is Athos!"