D'Artagnan has the Devil's Luck (devilsluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-29 09:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | athos, d'artagnan |
Who:D'artagnan and Athos
What:dream distractions
When:Recently
Where:Their place
Warning/rating:None, pgish for a fade to black?
Status:complete~
D'Artagnan had spent most of the afternoon rather distracted and out of sorts. He felt a little guilty since they were both home and it was a weekend. He should have suggested something to do, but he was busy worrying. Aramis had at least relieved some of his concern for Constance by telling him of the convent, but he couldn't help but wonder what the future of a musketeer was. Aramis said it would mean treason. He accepted it, but wondered if all they were going through for the king was worth it if that was their fate.
Their King hadn't exactly been the most loyal to them as of recent dreams. D'Artagnan was a little concerned they would be sold up the river first if it came to it a crossroads. He was sitting on the couch doodling idly on a pad of paper, variations of the fleur-de-lis tattoo he was still considering, even if everything went to hell. He had a earbud in one ear but wasn't really paying much attention to the music coming from it.
Athos rather enjoyed a little weekend just to themselves, the weather was nice so sitting outside relaxing by the pool had happened. He’d read a little too which was always a good thing in Athos’ mind, he didn’t get to read as much as he’d like generally. But he had noticed his fiance was distracted.
Heading inside he found D’Artagnan on the sofa and came to sit beside him, “Everything okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
He’d been so lost in his little world he actually was startled by the touch. Dark eyes jetted toward Athos from the paper he’d been doodling on and he gave him a once over. It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t injured, he didn’t hold himself with the same discomfort the other had when he realized he had been injured still.
“I guess so.” He finally responded. “Heh, didn’t see you come in.”
Athos stroked his fingers down D’Artagnan’s cheek, “Didn’t mean to startle you. You were lost in doodle thought” he smiled, looking down at the pad in his fiance’s hands, “Settled on an idea yet?”
He closed his eyes to the touch and leaned into it a little "Nah. Not yet. " D'Artagnan admitted with a shrug. "I wasn't really paying much attention though really." He leaned against Athos's side out of habit and yawned, the dreams hadn’t exactly made for a well rested nights sleep. The only reason he'd gotten any was the medicine he took seemed to work. "Maybe I'm too indecisive for this."
“Maybe you just haven’t found the perfect one yet” Athos said, wrapping an arm around him as he settled, he liked how D’Artagnan automatically snuggled into him. “I think you’ll know it when you find it”
“Maybe, but I’ve been mulling over these half a year now.” He made a face in frustration. Probably more annoyed than he ought to be over a doodle. It had started out easy enough, nothing really to do beyond draw and instead he got irritated. He put the pad down, closing his eyes for a moment and rubbing at the corners of one with a slight wince. “Think I woke up with a headache or something.”
“It’s okay. It’s worth taking time over” Athos said before lifting a hand to rub his fiance’s head, “I’m sorry baby, you having trouble sleeping again?” he asked in concern, pressing a kiss to D’Artagnan’s temple as he stroked his hair.
"Guess it is sort of a life long thing. " That was new half his problem though. Added pressure to pick something he wasn’t going to hate the next day. He eyed his notepad. "Maybe I'll just have some real artist draw it. I'm no artist. " He admitted with a hint of resign as he placed the book down. "Yeah, I got sleep but woke up with a load of new dreams. Most of them were okay I guess. Just weird still how real it is. "
“It is” Athos nodded, “That might be an idea and don’t worry about being picky, it’s a good thing to be picky about” he added reassuringly. His fiance did tend to worry about things unnecessarily. “New dreams? Anything bad?”
D'Artagnan had never had a tattoo either, so he didn't quite know what he was designing. He didn’t know how far into details he needed to go. His eyes skid shut for a moment as he considered the question. "Aramis was shot, Constance was kidnapped and I have no idea what happened to Porthos. Last I remember he stayed behind in London to fight some drunk." D'Artagnan made a face. "You were injured too."He couldn't help but to shift and look him over, feeling his chest. "You aren't having this set are you? But still. It doesn't hurt right?" He was concerned, looking for bruises or anything else out of place.
“They sound tough” Athos said, kind of glad he didn’t have them but also sad since he couldn’t comfort D’Artagnan like he wanted to. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m not having those dreams” he said, taking D’Artagnan’s hand in his own and kissing him sweetly, “I’ll always tell you when I’m not alright”
“I only got out of London because I beat up some kid and took his travel documents..” D’Artagnan said with a wince, he still didn’t enjoy that part of it, they were both being used at that point and he felt a bit like a bully. He’d had no choice though if he wanted to get back to Paris. “Good. I hope so, cause I can see through that whole stoic thing you do when it happens you know.” He tried to put a preemptive stop to it, but he knew it likely would never. He knew Athos tried never to worry them all, but D’Artagnan would always worry about him one way or the other. He returned that kiss, practically sitting in his lap now- it stilled some of his worry.
Athos had no doubt that D’Artagnan had only done that because it had been necessary even if their morals in D’Artagnan and Aramis’ dreams were not entirely black and white. “I know you can. You’re the only one you know” Athos told him, holding him close as they settled comfortably. Nothing soothed Athos more than having D’Artagnan close like this.
It wasn’t as though he'd wanted to be a bully and beat someone up like that, but duty always came first. "I think I may be convinced if you kiss me again." He couldn’t help but worry, though he made a face at the idea that only he could read him. "Your pokerface isn't as strong as you think." He teased him as he draped an arm around his neck lazily.
“My pokerface is amazing, it’s just you who puts me off” Athos said before doing as D’Artagnan had suggested and kissing him rather thoroughly. Leaving them both rather breathless when they eventually parted, “Mmm my perfect fiance” he smiled, rubbing their noses together with affection.
He gave him an exasperated look but was mostly just amused. "Flattery gets you everywhere." He said breathily as the kiss parted and nipped at his lower lip. "I think you're biased though." He mused on that note and rested a slender hand on his chest idly. He didn't want to dwell on his downward spiral of thought, he just wanted to ignore it a bit longer. He was a little distracted, but Athos was quickly grabbing his attention.
“I don’t think so. Everybody can see how amazing you are” Athos said, nuzzling into D’Artagnan and letting his fingers trail up and down his fiances side. He’d try very hard to distract D’Artagnan from his dreams and worrying thoughts.
“There you go again. “ He gave him a warm smile as he snuggled a little closer to him. A faint crimson touched his cheeks, he squirmed some at the touch and gave him a devious little nip at his jawline for it. “You’re lucky I love you.” He teased gently, he knew he was probably a bit difficult at times, but Athos still seemed to love him even now, he couldn’t help but feel better nearly automatically in his presence. It was as easy as breathing.
“I’m very lucky” Athos agreed, leaning in to press kisses to D’Artagnan’s cheeks and neck as he slipped his arms fully around him to keep him close. Athos never found it difficult to love D’Artagnan, in fact it was incredibly simple. Sure, the things that happened were sometimes frustrating and Athos worried when D’Artagnan got affected by the dreams but he always loved him.
D'Artagnan shifted in his arms so he could get a bit more comfortable, he rested his cheek on his chest and frowned in thought. Those dreams still worried him. "Doing everything we did for France and duty was the right choice wasn’t it? " How could it end so poorly if it was app necessary to the crown? Why did they still have to suffer? D'Artagnan couldn't help but wonder what the point of it all was if that was their ending.
“Of course. For those versions of us anyway, it was their only choice” Athos said, stroking a hand up and down his back, “Things were different then but they - we - did our duty and didn’t falter” much anyway from what he’d gathered.
D'Artagnan knew that in those times things were different, but it didn't seem fair. "Everything we do ends up treason. " Treason in those times could really mean no consequences other than death. They already sacrificed so much.
“Luckily here that isn’t going to be an issue” Athos said, he pressed a kiss to D’Artagnan’s head, “Don’t worry yourself love, we’re much happier and safer here than they were then”
D’Artagnan nodded as he leaned against Athos's chest and idly toyed with his hand. "It's hard to when they seems so real." He was beginning to suspect even Aramis thought so. He had trouble differentiating between the two at times, if not for this relationship with Athos it may have been nearly impossible for him. His fingers brushed over the ring on Athos's hand, tracing the small details of it. "I'm glad it isn't though. "
“Me too” Athos agreed, he couldn’t imagine any world where he and D’Artagnan were not together. He didn’t really want to, he wouldn’t be any where near as happy as he was now. He watched as D’Artagnan traced the pattern on his ring, “Maybe we should go away somewhere for a while, late summer perhaps? Early autumn time?” he suggested, he wasn’t sure if being married would help with the dreams but it might and he really did rather desperately want to call D’Artagnan his husband.
D'Artagnan had no idea what was up Athos's sleeves but it didn't really matter, time alone with him was something he always wanted. "What'd you have in mind? " dreams or no dreams he'd always worry about Athos. The man treated him unlike anyone had ever done before. He never thought he'd fall in love with a man, but he had and had zero regrets of it.
“Europe?” he suggested, “See Paris and then some of the other European cities? What do you think?” he asked, he hoped to sound D’Artagnan out about it so he could plan things accordingly. He just had a feeling that if they got married in Paris without weeks of worry and stress it would be better for all of them but D’Artagnan especially. Athos worried about how much stress his fiance put himself under.
"Is this just us or the part we invited Porthos and Aramis to?" He didn’t mind either way but was curious. Part of him hoped for some time to themselves. "Europe huh. "He mulled it over for a moment before nodding. He liked the idea of it. Honestly D'Artagnan had been avoiding planning, the idea of it worried him a lot. Being married didn't as much as the planning of it. He wished they could just be married without all the stress at times. Looking through things like pinterest only intimidated him..
“Maybe they could come along to Paris and then we could go on around the rest on our own?” he said, casually as possible. The more D’Artagnan seemed to be taking to the idea the more Athos was thinking that he should actually do this. It seemed right and he was happier with the idea now he’d suggested the trip.
D’Artagnan liked that idea. Being alone with Athos for at least part of the trip was also extremely tempting. “You said once before that Gascony actually existed? I think I want to see it.” Among other places in their dreams if they existed, But mainly his fathers home. D’Artagnan linked his fingers with Athos’s own.
“We can absolutely do that” Athos said, “A trip would not be complete unless we visited your dream hometown” he smiled kissing D’Artagnan’s knuckles. “We can do whatever you like”
Athos was always entirely too charming for his own good. It drew a small smile over D’Artagnan’s lips as he watched him take his hand. "Know what we haven't done in here in a while? " his free hand slipped under Athos's shirt, running along his skin.
A slow smile spread across Athos' face, "Mmm well I think we need to rectify that oversight don't you?" he said with a smile as he let his fingers rub across his fiances knuckles as he leaned in to press kisses to his neck.
D’artagnan slipped Athos’s shirt over his head, interrupting reluctantly for a moment before going back to toying with his chest. Teasing bits of sensitive skin. “I really think so. We’ve been so busy lately.” Between work and giant spiders it hadn’t left them much time to just be together. Plus Rose had been hanging around quite a bit without John around.
"Not good. We should never be too busy for that" Athos said with a smile as he removed D'Artagnan's shirt too. They should definitely make time for each other, it was important Athos thought as they went about beginning to change that situation.