Indeed, the effect has not been overstated. Aramis has not even looked at his own person in the mirror, standing next to Athos with his gaze caught in a continuous sweep of his form. "Yes," he agrees, "It is fine work," but he turns, studying Athos, for something is not quite right.
Reaching, Aramis takes a lock of Athos' hair curling over the wrong side of his part and rights it, tucking another behind his ear. "Now you are perfect," he murmurs, transfixed by the brilliant shine of Athos' eyes when framed in all those blues.
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Date: 2015-01-30 04:39 am (UTC)Reaching, Aramis takes a lock of Athos' hair curling over the wrong side of his part and rights it, tucking another behind his ear. "Now you are perfect," he murmurs, transfixed by the brilliant shine of Athos' eyes when framed in all those blues.