“Aramis.” Athos sighs and bows his head slightly, arms crossed over his chest with his mug still clutched in one hand. He hates to see that fear and pain in Aramis’ expression, and sharing what he knows will only make it worse. And yet, he has not forgotten his wish to strangle Aramis for his stupidity, though it has laid dormant for some time.
How could Aramis have been so idiotic? The fury, and distaste, and disappointment, and worry, and love (yes, even love, for he loves Aramis’ damnable all-consuming heart, even when it leads him astray) sweeps over him now, just as it had that fateful morning.
“Because you slept with the Queen, Aramis,” he answers, for there is nothing to do but state the truth.
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Date: 2015-06-07 01:59 am (UTC)How could Aramis have been so idiotic? The fury, and distaste, and disappointment, and worry, and love (yes, even love, for he loves Aramis’ damnable all-consuming heart, even when it leads him astray) sweeps over him now, just as it had that fateful morning.
“Because you slept with the Queen, Aramis,” he answers, for there is nothing to do but state the truth.