Upon the realization of loss

[averygoodshot]

There is little that will keep Aramis away from his son. Even trips to exotic beach locales only serve as temporary diversions from what he considers his family. He has not gone back to Paris to appease the Queen, he has been diligent and loyal and good (love, he tells himself, is a powerful force).

Then comes the day when he knocks on the right door and no one answers. When he's told that Anne, Queen of France, no longer resides in the Nexus at all. How, he wonders, his heart clattering in his chest, can he keep the Queen safe now? How can he protect his son?

After a thorough and emotional search, resulting in nothing, not even a door back to Paris, Aramis does the only thing he can think to do. He drinks (and yes, he does let the others know of his findings, or lack thereof) and he wallows. This is how he finds himself in the tavern, a wine bottle and goblet in front of him, and his head in his hands.

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[averygoodshot]

Chuckling, Aramis instead decided to watch the water. Soon, even he hoped, his desire to spend time with a woman (who wasn't the Queen) would return. But now, he just sat and soaked in the sun and finished that one drink and raised his glass for another, exchanging the empty for a full one. "As always, friend, don't let me stop you."

[praiseandglory]

"Maybe in a little while," Porthos replies lazily. He's too damn comfortable to move, and he's just got a new drink. Between that and the heat, it wouldn't be all that surprising if he found himself taking a nap before too long.

[averygoodshot]

Aramis's mind will not let him doze, though he is content for the time being to let the sun ease his muscles, warming and relaxing him. Porthos is, after all, a very good friend to suggest such an "adventure."