Not to veil the sight of a cold world. (for allfor_god)

[allfor_one]

The wind swept through his golden streaked hair, sending its strands flagging upon the mild breeze much like the waves of growing grass that decorated the field. His ice blue eyes carried across the plain without a word. Men fought here once, he thought to himself. Brave men whose only drive was their belief in what they were fighting for was right

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[allfor_god]

"I thought I might find you here," Aramis commented to match the simple steps of his approach, his hands clasped behind him and that identifying half smirk toying with the corner of his lips. The fact that his presence was sensed goes abandoned as though Aramis had anticipated it. He regarded his old friend with an aire of fondness, though not without due pause. "It's been a while, Athos. A year, at least?" He came to a halt within feet of the other man, his smirk fashioning into a more sincere smile. His eyes travelled to the place over which the other hovered.

"I come annually," he began, "to offer prayer and thanks to our late friend. Sarah is rarely pleased by it but she understands. I don't remember if you've met her or not. Lovely, lovely woman." He lets his eyes return to the kneeling Athos. "Would you like to join me in prayer? Or perhaps a few moments to yourself?"

[allfor_one]

It was Aramis' last question that prompted Athos to rise and straighten his posture. Only silence stretched on for a long moment between them while he maintained his stance, his back facing his Musketeer brother. Not a single reaction was offered to the other man while he hastily reached out for the piece of the tabard that hung on the site and proceeded to rip it away from the sticks that held it. "I was never given the pleasure of knowing this Sarah before I left, non," he answered with an apathetic tone, "perhaps soon we can remedy this

[allfor_god]

Aramis regarded his friend for the moment it took to listen to his words with an uneasy sense. Athos had a reputation for his unpredictability and his undetectable short fuse. Emotions had always been a driving force behind Athos' actions, Aramis knew, and it was Aramis who often guided his companion through the harder times. Perhaps, given the scenario, this was no different, Aramis told himself. Surely with a light heart and a little advice

[allfor_one]

One would think that Aramis was a masochist. "Do not preach your God to me, Aramis," Athos warned, his position turning to fully face his companion. In only a couple of motions did the former Musketeer fluidly unsheath his precious rapier and held the deadly point toward the priest's direction. "You are not my priest and I am not a willing ear, not this time. We already contradict the words you passionately deliver by breathing. A mockery to the Lord!" Canting his head sideways, he dryly chuckled. "You cannot argue that