After days spent convalescing in the gray-brown shadows of the Knight's infirmary, the last thing Estinien wants is to go to some darkened room to contemplate his day -- or, worse yet, return home and endure Alberic pressing him about this new strange change in his behavior again.
So, Estinien whiles away his evening wandering the streets of Ishgard. Though it's made him cross, he can't deny that this new vibrance has made the world much more interesting. It's easy to get lost in all this new detail, green in the Hoplon, gold decorating the Vault, fluttering red in banners and flame, and blue... everywhere.
All that blue, and none of it quite like the clear light in Ser Aymeric's eyes.
Estinien concludes his evening in the Brume, purposefully losing a few rounds of a dice game with teenagers gathered round a blazing sconce, before carrying his tired body back to the dormitories to sleep.
Much like Aymeric, he wakes early the next morning, though his own warm up takes him out to Coerthas. In a rare show of promptness, he arrives to their appointed showdown at precisely noon, and ignores both the hushed murmurs that erupt from the gaggle of onlookers at his arrival and the little leap his heart gives when he spies his sparring partner.
Best to get this squared away -- though, not without a bit of good-natured trash talk, first.
"Really, Ser Aymeric?" Estinien muses with a smile, readying his lance with a sweep that points the business end toward the gathered knights. "Brought your fan club?"
[ was going to handwave us past the fight with this tag, but I figure Aymeric may want to respond to Estinien being a shit. we can scoot past the fight in another tag or two? ]
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timeasmymeasure
Re: me, too tbh
Date: 2024-04-08 02:02 am (UTC)So, Estinien whiles away his evening wandering the streets of Ishgard. Though it's made him cross, he can't deny that this new vibrance has made the world much more interesting. It's easy to get lost in all this new detail, green in the Hoplon, gold decorating the Vault, fluttering red in banners and flame, and blue... everywhere.
All that blue, and none of it quite like the clear light in Ser Aymeric's eyes.
Estinien concludes his evening in the Brume, purposefully losing a few rounds of a dice game with teenagers gathered round a blazing sconce, before carrying his tired body back to the dormitories to sleep.
Much like Aymeric, he wakes early the next morning, though his own warm up takes him out to Coerthas. In a rare show of promptness, he arrives to their appointed showdown at precisely noon, and ignores both the hushed murmurs that erupt from the gaggle of onlookers at his arrival and the little leap his heart gives when he spies his sparring partner.
Best to get this squared away -- though, not without a bit of good-natured trash talk, first.
"Really, Ser Aymeric?" Estinien muses with a smile, readying his lance with a sweep that points the business end toward the gathered knights. "Brought your fan club?"
[ was going to handwave us past the fight with this tag, but I figure Aymeric may want to respond to Estinien being a shit. we can scoot past the fight in another tag or two? ]