"I'll hardly freeze," Aramis returns, so long as the snow plows keep to their sides of the roads. He turns his attention to Athos. "Turning down cake," he tuts, watching as Athos' flush restrains itself in staining only the tips of his ears. "One might accuse you of melancholy."
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Date: 2015-01-05 05:10 am (UTC)