Athos shakes his head a little, the rejection automatic, though after a moment he passes his hand over his eyes and lowers his arm to his side, piercing gaze coming to rest on the ceiling. Aramis and Porthos will not now take no for an answer, not as they once might have, but the words he must say take effort. “It is my dearest wish that both of you be happy, and your inheritance must be used to that end, Porthos.” He captures Porthos’ hand and squeezes tightly as he takes a breath. “I only did not expect all your plans at once. It is…unmooring.” He swallows hard, and hates the way he stumbles through his next words. “I thought…I expected you might at least consult me before you went searching for this land.” Athos does not even dare bring up children; they know of his ambivalence there, that it grows deeper the more real they become, and he will not bring the hurt on their faces by expressing it once again.
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Date: 2015-05-31 02:33 am (UTC)