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René d'Herblay, alias Aramis ([personal profile] afineseamstress) wrote2015-10-28 12:09 pm
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Aramis is no longer in the mood to celebrate Halloween. After the trials of the strange, gray nightmare world he and those he loves dearest had found themselves in, after watching the people he loves hurt again and again, it's not for the purpose of celebration that Aramis outfits himself into costume.

The motorcycle is newly purchased, the license newer still, and Aramis swings a leg over it, leathers creaking as he settles. He rides quickly across town to where Porthos will be waiting for him, and as the wind whips through his hair, he lets Aramis fall away.

He doesn't have to be that man for a few hours. He doesn't have to wonder if the city that has given him so much will try to hurt him again, hurt Athos or Porthos, or their future family. He doesn't have to pretend that he's been sleeping when he has not, or that everything is alright when it certainly isn't. Just for an evening, he doesn't have to be himself, worrying incessantly about the things he can't control.

Pulling up in front of the shelter, he lets the motorcycle engine roar once before he sets the engine to idle. He breathes deep, exhaling with an almost bored sound as he waits for his charge.
du_vallon: (positive)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-06 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"How could I ever be patient when you're as handsome as you are?" Porthos demands, because it's like putting meat in front of a wolf and expecting it not to pounce. "I'm making up for years and years of lost time," is his innocent protest as he slowly, carefully steps out of the tub. "All those times you paraded shirtless before me. Your too-tight trousers. Catching you in my arms when you were half-drunk or hanging from the eaves of homes."
du_vallon: (overly fond)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-06 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pajamas," Porthos admits, because even though he aches, he thinks he'll be far too tempted in the nudge for another round and his aching and sore body likely can't take it. He lets out a happy cry for the hand in his hair, drifting into Aramis' space to share in that kiss. "It's not so much the parapets as it was you in my arms after. I may have groped my fair share of your muscles," he confesses.
du_vallon: (thinking)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"No, nor in Rouen or Vicomte," is Porthos' smug reply, lifting up his arms slowly and staring at the mottled bruise on the arm that's right beside his face. He knows he'll heal, but this is all at the hands of someone he'd thought to be a friend. That's the hard part to get used to.
du_vallon: (questioning)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-07 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"It was his worst self," Porthos replies quietly, stepping into the trousers. "Aramis, it's not that I'm thinking about. What I can't stop thinking about is what if an evil, dark version of me had been out there and had done this to you or Athos. I never would've been able to live with myself," he admits.
du_vallon: (scarred)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-07 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Porthos casts a dark look on Aramis. "There are dark parts of me. The ones that enjoy the fight. The part that liked thieving and the Court and the wickedness. What if that had been pulled out of me and set against you? Aramis, I'm serious. I'm scared of the notion."
du_vallon: (upwards respect)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-07 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Porthos still isn't sure he believes that the way Aramis does, but it's not like he has much of a choice. He curls up with Aramis and gives him a tender look as he scoots his way to the head of the bed, opening his arms to collect Aramis in them post-haste. "C'mere," he coaxes. "I'm cold without you."
du_vallon: (private smile)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-11-07 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Porthos snuggles in the moment Aramis is close enough, eager as he wraps him up in his arms, drifting fingers through Aramis' hair. "I wasn't alone," he reminds him gently. "I was with Oliver and Felicity, his sister," he reminds Aramis. "Even before the attack, I had friends with me. First thing I did, though, was run for you and Athos."