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This is for tessinciucy again who isn't completely sure of the new uniforms for series three.
"Athos isn't going to like that" Porthos said. He was watching his brother, Aramis, fiddle with the buckles on his new uniform. The man had only done up half of the buckles and was angrily trying to adjust it to suit his needs.
"The old uniforms were just fine! why does he feel the need to enclose me into this monstrosity of buckles!" he growled.
Porthos just chuckled and grabbing Aramis by the arm dragged him over and began buckling up the many straps together. When he was done he handed his friend the new pauldrons they'd been asked to wear. Porthos' was large and colourful and he felt proud to wear the insignia of the Musketeers. In fact his whole uniform was slightly more opulent than before and while it felt odd to be sporting such extravagance it was what the King had demanded now that they were his personal guard.
He was startled out of his internal musing by a squeak coming from their resident healer and he glanced at him in concern "Aramis?"
"Its beautiful Porthos! the pauldron!"
Porthos ran his hand over the leather protection at Aramis' shoulder. It was deep brown and layered intricately. There was an addition that Aramis had reverently buckled across his chest and covered his heart with a delicately carved cross with a sunburst of rays behind it. It was truly a work of art and Porthos felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Oh Aramis that is something to behold."
His fellow Musketeer sighed in agreement and then looked down at the buckles holding his jacket together and humphed unhappily.
"Aramis! Porthos! you are needed at the Garrison" Called Athos suddenly appearing out of the blue. "And Aramis? leave those as they are!"
Porthos laughed heartily and grasped Aramis' shoulder pulling him along. He glanced at his friend again smile fading as he observed the most mischievous grin growing on Aramis face.
"Aramis!" he hissed.
But it was too late, with swift hands Aramis had undone several buckles and scandalously parted the jacket enough to show off his chest.
"You look ridiculous my friend" he said under his breath
Aramis just grinned and bowed to Porthos slightly "After you my friend. To the Garrison!" and with that turned the corner.
"Athos is going to murder you Aramis! wait up!"
