Athos has his sword out before either of the men can speak; he lowers it only slightly when he sees that it is his flesh-and-blood brothers, not ghosts, who come to keep him company high above the city. He is tense; he has not let his guard down for days, and his expression and posture have hardened even beyond his usual stoicism. Even the presence of Aramis and Porthos do not offer him much solace - though not for their lack of trying.
He swallows, his mouth dry and tasting of the ash that continually surrounds them, and shakes his head. “I thought I might have a better lookout from up here,” he explains, though that’s only half true, and he could not say what, exactly, he is looking for.
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Date: 2015-11-16 06:05 am (UTC)He swallows, his mouth dry and tasting of the ash that continually surrounds them, and shakes his head. “I thought I might have a better lookout from up here,” he explains, though that’s only half true, and he could not say what, exactly, he is looking for.