anniversary

[du_vallon]

Porthos knows that it's not exactly to the day, but after his chat with Tommy, he's come away ridiculously emotional about the fact that despite all the things that could've stood in their way, he and Aramis managed to get past them all and to a place where Aramis had felt open enough to offer his hand to Porthos. Aware that he's emotional at the best of times, he knows that sitting in front of romantic movies on the screen sniffling isn't enough to show that he's so grateful for this, but he knows what is.

He gets a friend to watch over Lucie while he bans Aramis from the apartment, telling Athos his plans, before he gets to cooking. It's an elaborate meal, but he feels like he hasn't splurged on spending in a long while, so he doesn't mind. The dinner is beautiful, with the duck roasted, the pasta in fine noodles with a ricotta and mushroom sauce atop, and a familiar cake sitting in the warming oven for later.

While he knows he should change into something nice, he's already exhausted from cooking and figures Aramis won't mind if they have this dinner with Porthos in his sweats and a comfortable sweater, so that's the best he manages as he lights some candles, juggling the phone to text Aramis that it's safe to return home and that he hopes he's hungry.

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[afineseamstress]

Porthos has always been a man of deep feeling, but his eyes go glassy with more frequency of late, and the sporadic gruffness in his speech has not gone unnoticed. Aramis is concerned, if not worried, for he knows if something were truly wrong that Porthos would tell him, but he still leaves the apartment when asked.

He whiles away the time by stopping at the local florist for a beautiful autumn bouquet, tucking it under his arm where a small package also rests. It's become tradition to buy Porthos a scarf this time of year, and the new one is a silk brocade in shades of Musketeer blue, lined at the back with cashmere for extra warmth. He's just looking about for new amusements when his phone chirps, alerting him that he's free to return, and Aramis swiftly heads home. "It smells marvelous," he says as he opens the door, for the scent of dinner is thick even in the outside hall. Aramis strides into the kitchen, laying the package on the counter in favor of presenting Porthos with the flowers.

"For you."