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May. 10th, 2014 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afineseamstressTheir locks are inadequate.
Better, perhaps, than the locks they'd made do with in Paris, but still entirely inadequate. Aramis has locked them all just the same, every window, every door, has gone upstairs to lock Porthos' besides, and now he sits near the bedroom window. From a particular angle, he has a view of the juncture of two streets, and a partial view of three more besides.
It's far from perfect, but it's something.
His guns are cleaned and oiled, his sword polished, his crucifix a steady weight against his chest. These, too, are something, even if the former two are also entirely inadequate.
"They will have to do," Aramis murmurs, not for the first time, and tenses for the sound of someone at the door.
Better, perhaps, than the locks they'd made do with in Paris, but still entirely inadequate. Aramis has locked them all just the same, every window, every door, has gone upstairs to lock Porthos' besides, and now he sits near the bedroom window. From a particular angle, he has a view of the juncture of two streets, and a partial view of three more besides.
It's far from perfect, but it's something.
His guns are cleaned and oiled, his sword polished, his crucifix a steady weight against his chest. These, too, are something, even if the former two are also entirely inadequate.
"They will have to do," Aramis murmurs, not for the first time, and tenses for the sound of someone at the door.
