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Oct. 14th, 2014 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afineseamstressThey hadn't really meant to have a lazy afternoon, but this is where they've ended up. With nowhere pressing to be, and their stomachs filled with leftovers from last night's fine dinner, Aramis and Porthos swiftly finds themselves sharing the long chaise. Sprawled lengthwise, Aramis' head fits comfortably in Porthos' lap, a wedding magazine in his hands and Porthos' thick fingers in his hair.
From time to time, Aramis lifts the book to show Porthos a glossy page, but for the most part they are silent, and as the light shifts outside to late afternoon, Aramis feels his eyelids growing heavy. Above him, Porthos is already snoring lightly, his hand stilled in Aramis' hair, and between that hand and the cat curled into the crook of Porthos' elbow, Aramis hasn't the heart to wake him.
So he reads on, lifting the book when the pages droop, and doesn't notice when it settles against his chest, his own eyes closed in slumber.
From time to time, Aramis lifts the book to show Porthos a glossy page, but for the most part they are silent, and as the light shifts outside to late afternoon, Aramis feels his eyelids growing heavy. Above him, Porthos is already snoring lightly, his hand stilled in Aramis' hair, and between that hand and the cat curled into the crook of Porthos' elbow, Aramis hasn't the heart to wake him.
So he reads on, lifting the book when the pages droop, and doesn't notice when it settles against his chest, his own eyes closed in slumber.
