“That’s not very comforting,” Athos deadpans, though he does not hesitate to reach for the bottle. With each passing moment, it seems the tension in the air rises; it radiates off Porthos, yes, but even Aramis, for all his lightness and calm, holds his shoulders with tight uncertainty.
There is a question that Athos is terrified to ask, but he knows he must.
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Date: 2014-10-13 02:27 am (UTC)There is a question that Athos is terrified to ask, but he knows he must.
He pours the wine. “What aren’t you telling me?"