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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[praiseandglory]

It isn't long before Porthos is barefooted as well, shirt dropped on top of his boots, and he arranges his sword so he can sit comfortably on the lounge chair. He gives the woman bringing them drinks an appreciative smile along with his thanks, and watches her walk away before turning back to his friend. "I like this place."

[averygoodshot]

"I would imagine you do," Aramis chuckles. He leans back, closing his eyes, letting the sun warm him. "And do you like the view, my friend?"

Which makes him curious. Has there been anyone Porthos has felt for, since Alice?

[praiseandglory]

"I like the view," Porthos confirms, and grins. "And the landscape. And the drink," he adds after taking a sip of the brightly coloured, iced cocktail.

[averygoodshot]

Aramis chuckles at that. "It may not be the kind of adventure involving violence, but perhaps it will do for a while."

[praiseandglory]

"You know," Porthos tells him, reclining in his chaise and pillowing a hand under his head, "sometimes a lack of violence is acceptable. For a little while, anyway," he adds, casting a grin at his friend.

[averygoodshot]

That makes Aramis laugh even as he tilts his face toward the sun. "Perhaps if we continue exploring, we shall find something worth fighting for," he tells his friend. Though he had that and she left.

"Have you been back?" he asks, shading his eyes as he looks toward Porthos. "To Paris?"

[praiseandglory]

Porthos shakes his head, a shadow sweeping over his brow. "Not since I last told you."

[averygoodshot]

Porthos's father. Aramis nods, taking a sip of his frothy drink.

With a noticeable effort, he changes the subject, looking back out over the surf: "last time I was here, I heard tell of beasts in the water. Monstrous things which would swallow a man whole."

Whether he's kidding or not might be hard to tell.

[praiseandglory]

"Are you saying a man shouldn't go for a swim without his sword?" Or a woman, for that matter, if she were the sort to carry one.

[averygoodshot]

"I went in," Aramis says with a shrug. "And came out unscathed." He does not tell Porthos if trying to flee the water like a scared child at news of such beasts. "I suppose it's every man for himself."

[praiseandglory]

"Well, I'm not leaving it behind," to be stolen by anyone, "or risking it in the water," Porthos states, fingers skilling along the elaborate guard of his broadsword. Swimming would have to wait until he came back without it.

[averygoodshot]

"All right." Which does prompt a question: "do you know how to swim, Porthos?" They have waded in a good many creeks, but as for swimming, well, that's hardly been something they've had time or taken time to do.

[praiseandglory]

"Enough not to drown?" Porthos offers, looking over at Aramis with raised eyebrows that seem to be asking the question right back. He's no great swimmer, but he can manage to stay afloat.

[averygoodshot]

Well, really, not drowning is the key to swimming so that works. Aramis smiles. He's an apt swimmer having spent a good number of summer days in the pond near home. "I wouldn't throw you in and leave you to it, no matter how you answered, Porthos."

[praiseandglory]

Porthos laughs at that, because it hadn't even occurred to him. "I'm grateful. I take it you're a proficient swimmer yourself?"

[averygoodshot]

"I am. I was taught when I was very young," Aramis says and his smirk grew again. "I suppose I shall give you lessons if you'd like? Then, should something come for you, you will at least be able to make a good fight of it," he teases.

[praiseandglory]

"If you're saying I wouldn't make a good fight of it now, we might have a problem," Porthos replied, smiling, although he sounded too lazy right then to do much of anything about it. Instead, he sipped from his glass again.

[averygoodshot]

"Once again, I'm quaking in my boots," Aramis chuckles, just as relaxed, or at least trying to be. "I can see that you make yourself quite a threat as you are now. Fearsome. See how the other visitors go out of their way to avoid you."

[praiseandglory]

"There's too many of them I don't want to see avoiding me," Porthos replied, eyeing yet another half-naked beauty as she walked past. This was something close to heaven.

[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."