thinking about the garrison getting the news of the Savoy massacre.
thinking about Treville reading the missive and feeling the earth dissolve into air under his feet, realising that by giving away the location he doomed his men to the slaughter.
thinking about him having to tell Athos and Porthos.
thinking about Athos going into shock because God, no, not again, he can't have lost his little brother again like he lost Thomas.
thinking about Porthos going into absolute rage- and grief-filled denial and insisting that they leave right now because Aramis is okay, he has to be, he can't have abandoned them, he can't have left them not like Porthos' mother did.
thinking about Athos trying to cope by slipping into professional soldier mode, detached, emotionless and trying to prepare Porthos for what they'll find.
thinking about them seeing the bodies and knowing their brother, their Aramis, is lying dead among the other corpses. And then they find him, and Porthos yells that he's alive and suddenly Athos is crumpling because Aramis is safe he's safe he didn't lose another brother. Treville scoops up Aramis in his arms and holds him tight for a moment, just one, because Aramis is his salvation too, his survivor, the only of his men who came back alive and thus not all is lost, and Treville vows never to let Aramis suffer again as he did that day.
thinking about Athos and Porthos holding Aramis between them, wrapping him and themselves in blankets to share their body heat and warm him. Aramis waking up and asking for Marsac but then realising Athos and Porthos are here and he breaks, crying and sobbing and begging them not to leave him in the cold all alone with the dead, too. And that is when the three of them vow, All for one and one for all, that it's either all three of them together or not at all. Nobody gets left behind.
thinking about Savoy and brotherhood and the boys just clinging to each other no matter what, because even when all seems lost, they're still the Inseparables, and that will always mean something.
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*raggedly crawls out of my room clothes torn to shreds covered in blood sweat and tears* im so…… close……… to being done with this semester………
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falling apart in so many ways! but grateful for smoothie, grateful for burrito, grateful for warmth, grateful for short walk outside tonight. grateful for nice people on tumblr. back to uni tomorrow (in less than 12 hours) not at all ready but my fit is fire :)
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having a boring (but beautiful!) life is so funny like when someone asks me what my plans for the weekend are like um… i’m going to run and then make and eat portuguese food… that’s all……. maybe water my plants if they need it……… that’ll take three days thanks so much
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