Athos’ lips quirk into a long-suffering smile at Porthos’ tone, but he nods. They may be surrounded by misery and death, but by some strange magic, the man’s gentleness after weeks of silence now warms him. He enters the short tunnel and returns to the narrow entryway that gained them access to the basement. There – carefully, quietly – he lifts himself out, lifting his pistol as he scans the trees for any additional vampires that may be lurking. But all is quiet, save for the wind rustling leaves.
“All clear,” he calls back the way he came, putting his pistol away. His sword is still sitting on the ground where he left it, untouched, and he gratefully returns that to his belt as well.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:32 pm (UTC)“All clear,” he calls back the way he came, putting his pistol away. His sword is still sitting on the ground where he left it, untouched, and he gratefully returns that to his belt as well.