"Only me," Aramis calls, his soft voice nearly carried away by the wind, buried by the ash that falls in steady drifts. It is enough like snow that Aramis shudders.
As much as he hates it, he's left Porthos below - he does not like to leave either of them, but with Athos running off, Aramis has little choice, especially now that he sees the anxious cut of Athos' shoulders.
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Date: 2015-11-14 11:44 pm (UTC)As much as he hates it, he's left Porthos below - he does not like to leave either of them, but with Athos running off, Aramis has little choice, especially now that he sees the anxious cut of Athos' shoulders.
"What is it?"