Aramis walks with uneven steps, but steadily forward. With the man at his shoulder and the woman a half step behind on the other side, he has the unmistakeable sense of being herded, and he does his best to pretend it's not needed. Ahead a darkened copse of trees looms. It's the perfect place for a tryst, or a bloodletting, and Aramis still has no idea which this is.
Turning his head, he aims an experimental smile at the man through his lashes. "This doesn't seem like the way," Aramis says, only to feel a slender hand wrap suddenly around his arm. "Wouldn't you like to come with us?" the woman asks him, her grip unnaturally strong. Aramis' blood picks up, color rising to his cheeks in a way that closely resembles desire, rather than the sudden urge it actually is to strike at her with silver.
There are spikes in the toes of his boots. Holy water deep in his right pocket. Athos and Porthos at his back. Aramis knows he'll be quite alright, and he leans into her, his suspicions confirmed when her slight body rights him easily, pushing him towards the trees.
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Date: 2016-05-10 07:34 pm (UTC)Turning his head, he aims an experimental smile at the man through his lashes. "This doesn't seem like the way," Aramis says, only to feel a slender hand wrap suddenly around his arm. "Wouldn't you like to come with us?" the woman asks him, her grip unnaturally strong. Aramis' blood picks up, color rising to his cheeks in a way that closely resembles desire, rather than the sudden urge it actually is to strike at her with silver.
There are spikes in the toes of his boots. Holy water deep in his right pocket. Athos and Porthos at his back. Aramis knows he'll be quite alright, and he leans into her, his suspicions confirmed when her slight body rights him easily, pushing him towards the trees.