Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Aramis exhales. "I'd almost forgotten your wings," he says with a chuckle. "It was quite a sight," he tells Athos, reaching for the pitcher. He tips Athos' head even further against his shoulder and covers his eyes, dousing his hair slowly in the hot water. Even from here, he can tell that the man's long pale neck is quite inviting from this angle, and he smiles faintly at Porthos as he reaches for the shampoo. "Safer to keep your eyes closed," he says and he begins to work it into Athos' locks.