“Ah, is that all you were trying to tell me?” Athos murmurs with a flicker of a smirk, startled to hear his voice so steady. But if Aramis’ knees feel ready to buckle, then Athos’ feet feel surprisingly firmly planted. In fact, it is Aramis who keeps Athos grounded - and is that so unexpected, really?
He can still feel where Aramis’ beard roughed his cheek, and wonders at the strangeness of kissing a man, of kissing this man, and the fact that it does not seem so strange at all.
They cannot stand here like this forever, though Athos longs to with the power of all that dammed-up foolishness he has until now kept at bay. He closes his eyes and takes a breath. “You are to be married.” The statement is almost wry.
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Date: 2015-01-31 03:08 am (UTC)He can still feel where Aramis’ beard roughed his cheek, and wonders at the strangeness of kissing a man, of kissing this man, and the fact that it does not seem so strange at all.
They cannot stand here like this forever, though Athos longs to with the power of all that dammed-up foolishness he has until now kept at bay. He closes his eyes and takes a breath. “You are to be married.” The statement is almost wry.