Estinien has never had real cause to banter before. It feels like such an odd fit on him, such a waste of time, when there's training to do, revenge to be had, and wars to be won. But... there is something so easy and quick about Aymeric's voice, something so infuriatingly, obnoxiously charming about his smiles. Not to be dramatic, but earning one -- even a smirk like that -- gives the same sort of jolt to Estinien's nervous system as planting his lance in a dragon's side.
He rolls his eyes.
"Pff. So much sass from you, Ser Aymeric," Estinien teases, brows beetled. He is no good at this, and lands somewhere between impressed and appalled. "Seems to me, you might also have a future as a headmaster. Nitpicking grammar and posture."
He complains, but Aymeric's real answer had not gone unheard. The knight aspires to greatness, but in a way that most little lordlings don't. No real certainty, no bloviating, no mention of the dreaded, 'my father'. Aymeric is... honest, realistic, intriguing. Fun.
Estinien rolls his shoulders and rights himself, pretending he's not just showing off his physique, "Shall I stand up straighter for you, Professor?" A pause, then a grin, "That's not my second question, either."
Re: No it's perfect <3
Date: 2024-04-11 05:04 am (UTC)He rolls his eyes.
"Pff. So much sass from you, Ser Aymeric," Estinien teases, brows beetled. He is no good at this, and lands somewhere between impressed and appalled. "Seems to me, you might also have a future as a headmaster. Nitpicking grammar and posture."
He complains, but Aymeric's real answer had not gone unheard. The knight aspires to greatness, but in a way that most little lordlings don't. No real certainty, no bloviating, no mention of the dreaded, 'my father'. Aymeric is... honest, realistic, intriguing. Fun.
Estinien rolls his shoulders and rights himself, pretending he's not just showing off his physique, "Shall I stand up straighter for you, Professor?" A pause, then a grin, "That's not my second question, either."