Aramis gives a bright laugh, running his fingers through his curls in suggestion, but they all three of them know he'd never part himself from a single lock of it.
"Unharmed," he says, passing a hand over his neck next, but the tattoo has done its job. "I thought there'd be more of them," he laments. "Perhaps they hunt in pairs and take prey back to their lair."
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Date: 2016-05-12 01:03 am (UTC)"Unharmed," he says, passing a hand over his neck next, but the tattoo has done its job. "I thought there'd be more of them," he laments. "Perhaps they hunt in pairs and take prey back to their lair."