[ID: Sketch of Porthos and Aramis in dark red on grey with prominent highlights. Porthos is naked and Aramis is naked but for a too-big shirt that’s open at the front. He has one leg raised resting on Porthos’ thigh, has his arms wrapped around Porthos’ shoulders, and head tilted as if to kiss Porthos’ neck. Porthos has one hand hiking up beneath the shirt. End ID]
[caption: 2x3 caps of of the musketeers showing porthos and aramis. the caps in the left compilation are happy, the caps in the right one are gloomy. they are thematically matched: a portrait of each and one shot of them together on both sides. the text on the left reads “heaven’s on one shoulder” and the text on the right reads “but, baby, hell is on the other”]
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world
Imagine an AU where Porthos is a photographer and one day in a park he captures a photo of a beautiful sad looking stranger. He becomes completely fascinated with him once he develops the photo and decides he wants share a copy with the man.
He goes to the park for weeks in the hope that the man will show up but he never does. Then, one day he goes to a friend’s birthday party and sitting on the couch looking like he’d rather be anywhere else is the man. All he can do is go up to him in shock and say, “Hi, I’m Porthos.”
The man looks up at him, slightly startled, and says, “Hi, I’m Aramis.”
Imagine Aramis having this habit of apologizing all the time, like constantly saying “sorry” when he really needn’t apologize. So Porthos decides that every time Aramis says “sorry” he’ll give him a kiss on the cheek. Eventually Aramis catches on to what Porthos is doing and starts saying “sorry, sorry, sorry” and Porthos, clearly aware of his antics, showers him with little kisses, all the while both of them are giggling like fools.
