A faint smirk dances its way across Estinien's features. Were he not already studying the way the nearby firelight turns Aymeric's sharp features almost gold, he might not've noticed that little hitch in his breathing. Ah, a fissure in the Borel boy's otherwise perfect composure. Passingly, he wonders what might make it crack, though the thought sits sort of awkwardly in his head once he's had it. A little red. Like all that blood. But... like fire, too.
Estinien arches a brow, wondering, "Asking around about me, are you?"
He is teasing, but the skill is a rusty one, left by the wayside in the ruins of Ferndale, and it leaves him sounding too serious. His gaze, still fixed and focused on Aymeric, does not help to more honestly convey his intent.
"Then, you'll already know that I learned from the best." He doesn't elaborate. If the temple knights are already gossiping about his day-to-day habits, then surely they know he is the ward of the Azure Dragoon. The noble houses love that sort of thing.
"And if you know that, then perhaps I should be paying closer attention to you. To keep us on even footing."
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i swear i don't write exclusively bad characters, it just really really seems like it
Date: 2024-04-02 06:49 am (UTC)Estinien arches a brow, wondering, "Asking around about me, are you?"
He is teasing, but the skill is a rusty one, left by the wayside in the ruins of Ferndale, and it leaves him sounding too serious. His gaze, still fixed and focused on Aymeric, does not help to more honestly convey his intent.
"Then, you'll already know that I learned from the best." He doesn't elaborate. If the temple knights are already gossiping about his day-to-day habits, then surely they know he is the ward of the Azure Dragoon. The noble houses love that sort of thing.
"And if you know that, then perhaps I should be paying closer attention to you. To keep us on even footing."