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It's difficult to think of something to beat his gift to Aramis last year, what with the pirate ship being a stroke of genius. It's also hard given that his brain is awash with a bitterness that he's having trouble shaking, blaming an Aramis who isn't here for abandoning him and choosing other brothers over him. Still, he knows that it's just an echo of a life that he hasn't actually lived and he ought to be grateful for what that Porthos doesn't have.
An old conversation is what springs to mind his idea for this year. He's made enough friends doing photoshoots that it isn't hard to find one willing to do a favour. Several hours later, a few costume changes, and many provocative positions, Porthos has a folder of materials and a calendar (two, actually, in case Athos wants one) and he's in the process of getting a cake prepared.
It's a version of one of the first he's made. Chocolate, caramel, with hints of sea salt. While the first had been good, he's honed his craft now enough that it's moister, richer in flavour, and has tricks he hadn't learned before. While the cake bakes in the oven, he sets the gift at Aramis' spot on the table, hoping he can somehow measure up to last year.
An old conversation is what springs to mind his idea for this year. He's made enough friends doing photoshoots that it isn't hard to find one willing to do a favour. Several hours later, a few costume changes, and many provocative positions, Porthos has a folder of materials and a calendar (two, actually, in case Athos wants one) and he's in the process of getting a cake prepared.
It's a version of one of the first he's made. Chocolate, caramel, with hints of sea salt. While the first had been good, he's honed his craft now enough that it's moister, richer in flavour, and has tricks he hadn't learned before. While the cake bakes in the oven, he sets the gift at Aramis' spot on the table, hoping he can somehow measure up to last year.