“Happy.” It might sound strange to other people, but happiness, at least of the sort that fills the word as Porthos speaks it, is not commonly sought by musketeers. Honor, yes, and excitement, and even love, for the lucky, but this easy, bone-deep contentment, that has never been their lot.
This, Athos realizes, is the change in his friends that he could not at first name.
"Upstairs? But do you have the room?" Athos deadpans. The rooms here make for quite the sharp contrast to their quarters in Paris. Even raised in luxury, he wonders what Porthos and Aramis do with all the space.
He reaches for more wine. “So you haven’t found a way to leave.” Have they looked? Athos must believe they have; happy or no, Aramis and Porthos would not shirk their duty so. And surely there must be a way, if only they looked hard enough. No island, not darkest Africa or the ocean deep, could be entirely cut off from the rest of man.
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Date: 2014-10-11 04:56 am (UTC)This, Athos realizes, is the change in his friends that he could not at first name.
"Upstairs? But do you have the room?" Athos deadpans. The rooms here make for quite the sharp contrast to their quarters in Paris. Even raised in luxury, he wonders what Porthos and Aramis do with all the space.
He reaches for more wine. “So you haven’t found a way to leave.” Have they looked? Athos must believe they have; happy or no, Aramis and Porthos would not shirk their duty so. And surely there must be a way, if only they looked hard enough. No island, not darkest Africa or the ocean deep, could be entirely cut off from the rest of man.