“Aramis,” the other man whispered, his arms palpably shaking as he wrapped them around his comrade for what felt very much like the last time. “I…”
“Don’t,” the prelate begged. “This is not good-bye.”
“It feels like good-bye.” Athos felt himself unable to let the other man go. “Forty years,” he whispered. “I
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Ow.
That was hard!
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I am sorry - this was like self-flagellation. On the plus side, he WILL write. Oh. That's not the plus side. Life sucks!
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Love it, babby. So emotive. Even with no opportunity for the poor boys to make fuck ;)
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I <3 babby
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Very well done though, hon. It hurts just right.
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Dumas was a bastard. :P
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Noooo. So sad. :( And I don't even ship them. This is pretty amazing.
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But I had them get married earlier this year, so there will always be THAT :P
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