How remarkable it is, the way everything in the world seems easier when they hold him close. “I need to explain this myself,” Athos says quietly, hoping Porthos can understand that. “And to do that, I need to find the words.” Secretly, he wishes he could keep the entire affair private, safe in this embrace, where it could not be tarnished by the outside world. But that would be cruel to Aramis and Porthos, and so he must find a way to reveal this bit of his heart.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs wryly, fingers absently stroking Aramis’ side. “Some people would call Mademoiselle Argent’s squeals an unkindness."
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Date: 2015-03-10 02:46 am (UTC)“I don’t know,” he murmurs wryly, fingers absently stroking Aramis’ side. “Some people would call Mademoiselle Argent’s squeals an unkindness."