Porthos made the baby cry. Aramis's look is scolding. He can yell at Aramis all he wants, but there is no reason to make the baby cry.
He fetches the child, holding him and rocking from side to side. He starts humming quietly, dangling the crucifix he wears for the child to grasp even as he walks closer so that Porthos may look at him. "I know she is the Queen," he hums, glancing at Porthos. "I know that I should not have. But she is far from an ordinary woman, Porthos."
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Date: 2015-04-07 11:58 pm (UTC)He fetches the child, holding him and rocking from side to side. He starts humming quietly, dangling the crucifix he wears for the child to grasp even as he walks closer so that Porthos may look at him. "I know she is the Queen," he hums, glancing at Porthos. "I know that I should not have. But she is far from an ordinary woman, Porthos."