Finding himself at the rear again, Aramis returns his blade to its sheathe, resisting the urge to kiss the crucifix as he does so. They are macabre weapons for a macabre task, but to Aramis the blade and the carved silver bullets he carries are holy, and he treats them with the reverence they deserve.
He is a touch distracted, thinking of pausing to properly clean the blade, and does not notice the bodies behind him until they have clasped his arms and his mouth in strong hands, removing him so swiftly from the path it's as if he were never there. Aramis makes a sound against the hand crushing his lips, feeling a strong arm around his throat for the trouble.
"Quiet," says a voice, and with a sinking in his stomach, Aramis feels a cloth draped over the tattoo on his neck, "Or the first thing we'll do is burn it off."
Aramis quiets. All he can hope for now is that Athos and Porthos have better sense than he and will meet these creatures head on and together.
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Date: 2016-05-15 03:22 am (UTC)He is a touch distracted, thinking of pausing to properly clean the blade, and does not notice the bodies behind him until they have clasped his arms and his mouth in strong hands, removing him so swiftly from the path it's as if he were never there. Aramis makes a sound against the hand crushing his lips, feeling a strong arm around his throat for the trouble.
"Quiet," says a voice, and with a sinking in his stomach, Aramis feels a cloth draped over the tattoo on his neck, "Or the first thing we'll do is burn it off."
Aramis quiets. All he can hope for now is that Athos and Porthos have better sense than he and will meet these creatures head on and together.