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Out of habit, Porthos tends to rise fairly early in the morning. It's a leftover thing from when he'd been new to the Musketeers and felt like he had something to prove. He's never really had to weigh that against sleeping in a bed with someone because he's never been in a place where he needs to worry about another person. Now, though, since he's had the wings, he hasn't spent more than two or three nights outside of this bed and for the most part, Aramis is there, too. This morning, he rises before Aramis, like the rest and lingers in bed.
The warmth of it, the peace, and the security are all things he didn't have for the majority of his life and he's trying not to take any of it for granted. Porthos sleepily glances over to Aramis, kisses his cheek, and stretches as he gets up, plucking a t-shirt from the chair and tugging it on over his boxers before he heads for the kitchen.
He thinks that he feels like a treat. Definitely something cooking while he does morning stretches. After the incident at the yoga studio, he'd kept his promise and only works out in the flat, and it's while bacon, eggs, and pancakes are sizzling on the grill that he runs through the stretches, going through most of the usual before settling on the carpet to run through Sphinx, then a Standing Forward Bend, and lastly a Bow pose when he hears the rustling of sheets.
Breakfast is cooling and once Aramis is awake, Porthos has plans to bring it into bed, the way he'd always heard stories about in the Court -- of what life must be like for the nobility and the rich and the loved.
The warmth of it, the peace, and the security are all things he didn't have for the majority of his life and he's trying not to take any of it for granted. Porthos sleepily glances over to Aramis, kisses his cheek, and stretches as he gets up, plucking a t-shirt from the chair and tugging it on over his boxers before he heads for the kitchen.
He thinks that he feels like a treat. Definitely something cooking while he does morning stretches. After the incident at the yoga studio, he'd kept his promise and only works out in the flat, and it's while bacon, eggs, and pancakes are sizzling on the grill that he runs through the stretches, going through most of the usual before settling on the carpet to run through Sphinx, then a Standing Forward Bend, and lastly a Bow pose when he hears the rustling of sheets.
Breakfast is cooling and once Aramis is awake, Porthos has plans to bring it into bed, the way he'd always heard stories about in the Court -- of what life must be like for the nobility and the rich and the loved.