Cuntry Roads, Take Me Home

And dogs.

He seems to REALLY like dogs.

I mean, I used to like Athos because, well, look at him. But now I like him because look at him. Look at those huge sad eyes. He has so many feelings but no one taught him the language to feel them so he's this big beautiful delicious fucked-up mess. He is a study in self-restraint and the constant battling of these demons because despite everything he does feel, he does care, and it troubles him deeply.

And I especially adore writing him next to and in contrast to this fella:

Because Aramis is one hundred percent fluent and just sort of feels, everywhere, all over everything, often to the detriment of himself and other people and also France. And Athos finds him perpetually confusing and infuriating and distasteful but also...also...absolutely fascinating.

It's like putting a circle and a line together and watching them get confused and then interested and then annoyed and then super horny about each other and I am here to do it in about a million fics that I am currently writing.

I love the idea of Aramis as Athos's Feels Interpreter By Proxy.

A Thing: *Happens*

Athos: *LARGE sensation in chest and brain, weird prickly eye feeling, body wants to smash, don't know why, 404 Error, Emotion Not Found*

Aramis: *Weeps, rages, laughs, yaps, muses*

In my personal headcanon Athos is probably somewhere on the autism spectrum: he feels deeply but is not always sure how to interpret it, he is very intent on fairness and rules and duty because it makes perfect sense to him, he understands that, even when he takes it too far (*cough* trying to murder your wife because you thought she broke the law *cough*)

I think Athos actually excels at Court Manners and Rules of Fencing and Military Stuff because he understands Structure and Rules. The problem is he struggles with Social/Emotional Context. RULE IS RULE. WHY IS IT SUDDENLY OK TO BREAK THE RULE? WHY IS EVEYONE ALLOWED TO BREAK RULES EXCEPT ME? *meltdown*

Aramis's insane focus and ability to absorb and reflect emotion makes him Skilled and Charming and Empathetic! It also makes him ONE-TRACK-MINDED and Erratic and Bonkers.

Porthos, who's probably dealing with CPTSD at the very least, has some solid coping mechanisms, but they seem to be subsumed into making sure his Besties don't fly off the handle. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it, I guess. So what if it comes out as Stupid Risk Taking and filtering emotions through very dark humor and sacrificing his own well-being. This is Fine.

I mean, I used to like Athos because, well, look at him. But now I like him because look at him. Look at those huge sad eyes. He has so many feelings but no one taught him the language to feel them so he's this big beautiful delicious fucked-up mess. He is a study in self-restraint and the constant battling of these demons because despite everything he does feel, he does care, and it troubles him deeply.

And I especially adore writing him next to and in contrast to this fella:

Because Aramis is one hundred percent fluent and just sort of feels, everywhere, all over everything, often to the detriment of himself and other people and also France. And Athos finds him perpetually confusing and infuriating and distasteful but also...also...absolutely fascinating.

It's like putting a circle and a line together and watching them get confused and then interested and then annoyed and then super horny about each other and I am here to do it in about a million fics that I am currently writing.

I love the idea of Aramis as Athos's Feels Interpreter By Proxy.

A Thing: *Happens*

Athos: *LARGE sensation in chest and brain, weird prickly eye feeling, body wants to smash, don't know why, 404 Error, Emotion Not Found*

Aramis: *Weeps, rages, laughs, yaps, muses*

We quickly notice Aramis is wearing way too many necklaces. (Appart from an irresistible sunny smile)

But if you look closely, you see it´s not jewellery. Along with the cross he´s wearing scapulaires (small boxes or pockets where they put a bit of a bone of a saint or of the fabric of their clothes, so you showed your devotion and you had his/her protection).

Taillason worked so much in details that make sense even if very few people know what they are (my grandma used to wear a couple of them!) . I'm sure Romain Duris and Martin Bourbulon agreed it was a nice touch.