Buckingham's casual demeanor is gloating enough. That he could act so blasé about it is phenomenal - under any other circumstances the duke might be howling with laughter.
His near-silence is almost worse, and Athos watches, stock-still, as Buckingham pulls out his chair.
It grates across the floor.
The duke sits.
Stiffly, after what feels like an excruciatingly long moment, Athos gets to his feet and steps around the table. He pauses for an instant, looking down and swallowing before getting to his knees. On another day the musketeer would hem and haw, perhaps make a fuss about the matter.
This afternoon, he doesn't see the point.
Palms flat against the floor as he takes a shallow breath, Athos leans over, hovers an inch away, and licks the tip of Buckingham's boot.
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His near-silence is almost worse, and Athos watches, stock-still, as Buckingham pulls out his chair.
It grates across the floor.
The duke sits.
Stiffly, after what feels like an excruciatingly long moment, Athos gets to his feet and steps around the table. He pauses for an instant, looking down and swallowing before getting to his knees. On another day the musketeer would hem and haw, perhaps make a fuss about the matter.
This afternoon, he doesn't see the point.
Palms flat against the floor as he takes a shallow breath, Athos leans over, hovers an inch away, and licks the tip of Buckingham's boot.