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[somepoorsoul]

Though he has spent much of the last week imagining Aramis and Porthos’ return - in anticipation, and joy, and a bit of fear - now that he knows the moment draws near, he finds himself teeming with uncertainties. There are things he must say - now, before the opportunity slips through his fingers forever, and all he has left is the memory of those moments in the stables, the press of lips against his and hands blissfully burning his skin. Athos still does not trust himself, and perhaps he never will, but he trusts his friends, more than he has trusted anyone. And so, there are things he must say.

But first, he must welcome his dear friends home. Athos has not attempted to make a meal for them, knowing that no meager fest he could concoct would match Porthos’ skill in the kitchen. But he has procured a few bottles of fine wine, one of which sits already open and half drunk on the kitchen counter. The steadying of his nerves has taken one, and then two, and three glasses. Now, shamefully, he pours himself a fourth.

He has never been very good with words.

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[afineseamstress]

"I'm coming, too," Aramis yawns, setting the bag of chocolates aside to better mold himself to Porthos. After a week spent all but skin to skin with him, Aramis is not ready to let Porthos out of his sight. "And Athos. We must select the makings of a victory feast." Cheek pressed to Porthos' shoulder, Aramis gives Athos a sleepy wink. "I plan to expend a lot of energy in the next few days."

[somepoorsoul]

Not until Porthos says the words does Athos realize quite how tired he is. It’s a weariness that seeps into his bones, but leaves behind content. Athos makes an absent, approving sound, a smirk briefly curving at his lips as he curls towards Porthos and closes his eyes.

Perhaps he will rise to eat in a few hours. Or perhaps he will stay here forever.

[du_vallon]

Porthos grins as he watches the way that Athos relaxes, shooting Aramis a pleased grin as if to say that they've done it and look at them. "Go to sleep, the both of you," he whispers. "I'm here."