Athos snorts softly at the image Porthos sketches, turning his head to look at him with a fond and slightly dazed smile. For so long, growing old at all was not a thing he dreamed of, and certainly not so contentedly. And yet Porthos speaks as though it is the most obvious thing in the world. For a moment, it’s just as real to Athos.
He cannot forget, though, what that future sacrifices: the duty and honor of the musketeers, the life he had chosen in France when he most needed direction, and these men still by his side. They have found a different duty here, and Athos no longer questions the rightness of what they do, ridding devils from this place, but Darrow is not his home. Even with all Aramis and Porthos offer, he isn’t sure it will ever be. They will hate that, and Athos already hates himself a bit when he thinks of his unhappiness poisoning those he loves.
But with these two men by his side, perhaps he can bear it. “I do,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around his locket, which is warm from Aramis’ kiss and being pressed between their bodies. “I would follow you anywhere, you fools. You should know that by now.” What might have been an admonishment on anyone else’s lips could not be more fond on his.
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Date: 2015-03-09 12:10 pm (UTC)He cannot forget, though, what that future sacrifices: the duty and honor of the musketeers, the life he had chosen in France when he most needed direction, and these men still by his side. They have found a different duty here, and Athos no longer questions the rightness of what they do, ridding devils from this place, but Darrow is not his home. Even with all Aramis and Porthos offer, he isn’t sure it will ever be. They will hate that, and Athos already hates himself a bit when he thinks of his unhappiness poisoning those he loves.
But with these two men by his side, perhaps he can bear it. “I do,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around his locket, which is warm from Aramis’ kiss and being pressed between their bodies. “I would follow you anywhere, you fools. You should know that by now.” What might have been an admonishment on anyone else’s lips could not be more fond on his.