Head bent, Aramis finishing tying his hair up into one of topknots the young men prefer these days, trying not to shiver with anticipation when a breath of wing tickles at his exposed neck. That same wind tickles his cheeks as well, now shorn and bare to increase the youthfulness of his appearance. Aramis scrubs a hand over their unusual smoothness and puts the glasses on as well, many times a prop in his and Porthos' adventures, now another piece of his disguise.
Spreading his hands, Aramis turns a circle for them both. "Don't I look ready?"
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Date: 2016-05-09 10:20 pm (UTC)Spreading his hands, Aramis turns a circle for them both. "Don't I look ready?"