"You're going to kill me," Porthos comments under his breath for the whine that Aramis has let loose. He walks a little faster as Aramis describes exactly what it is they're getting and he thinks fondly back to a year ago. As if reminded, his gaze drops to his ring. "That whole night, the ring felt so strange on my finger, but perfect. I wasn't used to the weight of it, so I kept looking towards it."
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