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Jul. 13th, 2015 08:50 pmAramis stares at the closed door for a very long time.
Porthos has promised to return, but Aramis cannot help but feel that he will not, that he will be lost as d'Artagnan and Constance were, or even worse - that he will discover he is happier elsewhere - in some other home, some other life, free of the burdens Aramis' own heavy heart places on them.
He stares, but the door does not reopen. He is alone, and all at once their bright living room is a darkened basement, and Aramis cannot bear it a moment longer. Standing, he looks down at himself and does not wonder that Porthos left. He is a mess, in day old clothes and with an unshorn beard, but Aramis does not pause to sort himself before he ascends the stairs that lead to Athos' apartments.
Aramis opens the door and peers inside, calling in a voice he wishes were stronger. "Athos?"
Porthos has promised to return, but Aramis cannot help but feel that he will not, that he will be lost as d'Artagnan and Constance were, or even worse - that he will discover he is happier elsewhere - in some other home, some other life, free of the burdens Aramis' own heavy heart places on them.
He stares, but the door does not reopen. He is alone, and all at once their bright living room is a darkened basement, and Aramis cannot bear it a moment longer. Standing, he looks down at himself and does not wonder that Porthos left. He is a mess, in day old clothes and with an unshorn beard, but Aramis does not pause to sort himself before he ascends the stairs that lead to Athos' apartments.
Aramis opens the door and peers inside, calling in a voice he wishes were stronger. "Athos?"
