@_TheBelovedOne_ @TheAdeptLover - direction.
Porthos shook his head at the boy, as he returned to Aramis and the young lady, unable to hold his serious expression as a laugh escaped.
"Kid fancied himself an Aramis in training," he said as he handed his brother the letter.
@_TheBelovedOne_ @TheAdeptLover - Now he resembled a little soldier, though he still tried to peek at Aimée out of his peripheral.
Porthos nodded his thanks to the escorting guards, who nodded in return. Just before bring ushered out of the ballroom, the boy managed to sneak a bow in Aimée's -
@_TheBelovedOne_ @TheAdeptLover Porthos stifled a laugh at Amiée's tame description of the effect Aramis had on women. 'He was nice to them'. In that moment he wished Aimée to never grow up. Let something in this world remain so innocent.
When Aimée stared Porthos down, he raised his hands in surrender -
@_TheBelovedOne_ @TheAdeptLover Porthos chuckled at Aimée's comment. God bless the little girl, for she didn't know of Aramis' reputation. Perhaps it was good to be ignorant of it, at her age. Regardless, of how old Aimée believed she was, she really was too young to be exposed to such impropriety.
"I doubt -
@TheAdeptLover @_TheBelovedOne_ - watchful eye one who he assumed was Aramis, based on the dreamy smile she wasn't trying hard to conseal.
"Dismissed probably?"
He rolled his eyes before centering his focus back on Aimée and Aramis.
"Whatever the case," he muttered, "she's going to have plenty of time -
@TheAdeptLover @_TheBelovedOne_ Porthos heard the longing and regret woven within Aramis' words. His brother was many things, he had loved and had been loved by many women. But rarely could Aramis ever be considered to be in love. It was a side of him seldom would see, and birthed new depths of the man -