“I do not think you need to concern yourself.” While Athos does not think himself unhandsome, he wouldn’t call himself particularly remarkable, and cannot imagine ever attracting the sort of attention Aramis earns for his looks, or Porthos for his swagger.
He slips into the crisp shirt and turns around as he begins the buttons, pausing to reach for Aramis’ necktie. “Pardieu,” he grumbles, the silk sliding through his fingers as he tries to remember the unfamiliar knot, “what does one do with these modern kerchiefs?” Only when he looks up, meeting Aramis’ gaze, does Athos fully comprehend how close they stand to one another.
Again, it should be nothing. Once, it would have been nothing. But now his heart beats just a little harder.
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Date: 2015-01-28 04:15 am (UTC)He slips into the crisp shirt and turns around as he begins the buttons, pausing to reach for Aramis’ necktie. “Pardieu,” he grumbles, the silk sliding through his fingers as he tries to remember the unfamiliar knot, “what does one do with these modern kerchiefs?” Only when he looks up, meeting Aramis’ gaze, does Athos fully comprehend how close they stand to one another.
Again, it should be nothing. Once, it would have been nothing. But now his heart beats just a little harder.