That coaxes a laugh out of Estinien. Just a single, coarse huff of air, like it's a sound he's not accustomed to making. One that needs the dust shaken off before it's of any use.
"We have something in common?" he wonders, amused but unsure. Estinien's stubbornness has never been hailed as a virtue -- at least, not 'til now. Charmless obstinance, a tutor had called it that once, and that had been one of the nicer descriptions.
No teacher, no master, would ever call Ser Aymeric's own stubbornness charmless or obstinate -- that much is obvious from a glance.
Aymeric, Estinien thinks to himself, tipping his gaze up to examine him through his lashes, has the makings of a classic Ishgardian hero. Estinien may not have known him before, but Ever Lakes had shown him to be steadfast. Just foolhardy enough to be courageous instead of stupid. And, looking at him now, fine featured and carefully composed, with that mysterious smile--oh, yes, the bards will be singing of him.
So, it feels strange to have their qualities compared favorably, and by the man himself even. Is it idle flattery? Probably. In the city proper, it so often is, but Estinien doesn't really care. No, as he tips his chin back up, he decides that he would not at all mind being idly flattered by Ser Aymeric for an evening.
The bar maid returns with a flagon at just that moment, stopping Estinien from getting annoyed with himself for having such useless thoughts. He accepts the drink with a nod of thanks, doing his best impression of even composure, then turns his attention back to Aymeric.
"Aye, perhaps we do." They call him a lone wolf for a reason. Why form attachments when it seems the fate of soldiers and common folk is to die in fire? Why worry about anything but stopping this war? He is not given to putting names to faces, let alone forging bonds. So, he isn't sure why he decides to add, "Grounds enough to me. Even if our superiors see fit to put us in separate units, I would not mind training with you from time to time. Lance against sword?"
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lads is it gay to ask a cute boy to sword fight with you
Date: 2024-04-03 07:59 pm (UTC)"We have something in common?" he wonders, amused but unsure. Estinien's stubbornness has never been hailed as a virtue -- at least, not 'til now. Charmless obstinance, a tutor had called it that once, and that had been one of the nicer descriptions.
No teacher, no master, would ever call Ser Aymeric's own stubbornness charmless or obstinate -- that much is obvious from a glance.
Aymeric, Estinien thinks to himself, tipping his gaze up to examine him through his lashes, has the makings of a classic Ishgardian hero. Estinien may not have known him before, but Ever Lakes had shown him to be steadfast. Just foolhardy enough to be courageous instead of stupid. And, looking at him now, fine featured and carefully composed, with that mysterious smile--oh, yes, the bards will be singing of him.
So, it feels strange to have their qualities compared favorably, and by the man himself even. Is it idle flattery? Probably. In the city proper, it so often is, but Estinien doesn't really care. No, as he tips his chin back up, he decides that he would not at all mind being idly flattered by Ser Aymeric for an evening.
The bar maid returns with a flagon at just that moment, stopping Estinien from getting annoyed with himself for having such useless thoughts. He accepts the drink with a nod of thanks, doing his best impression of even composure, then turns his attention back to Aymeric.
"Aye, perhaps we do." They call him a lone wolf for a reason. Why form attachments when it seems the fate of soldiers and common folk is to die in fire? Why worry about anything but stopping this war? He is not given to putting names to faces, let alone forging bonds. So, he isn't sure why he decides to add, "Grounds enough to me. Even if our superiors see fit to put us in separate units, I would not mind training with you from time to time. Lance against sword?"