“Oh no, this is a very different sort of madness,” Athos says with a roll of his eyes, plenty of jesting in his words. Plenty of people would have called him mad for preferring the sort of madness that had ruled them at home, which tended to lead to acts of miraculously death-defying stupidity. This madness is so much more quiet, but still utterly foreign. Who has ever heard of two men choosing to raise a child in such a way - and who could have imagined these two men in particular could want to so badly? “Nothing to do for it, I suppose.”
He looks at Porthos with a gentle look, unsurprised by his generosity, but no less warmed by it. “You are the best of men,” he says with simple surety, brushing the back of his hand on the man’s rough cheek.
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Date: 2015-06-04 12:47 am (UTC)He looks at Porthos with a gentle look, unsurprised by his generosity, but no less warmed by it. “You are the best of men,” he says with simple surety, brushing the back of his hand on the man’s rough cheek.