Were twenty-year-old Estinien Varlineau capable of feeling shame, he might've blushed, even looked away. Aymeric's gaze is as keen as it is lovely, and having it unsettles everything beneath his skin. Makes him want to move -- in and away both, at the same time.
Young Estinien doesn't have much in the way of shame, though. And so, he stares back, both pleased with being the center of Aymeric's attention and bothered with the fact that he likes it so much. He can tell that much must be going on behind those eyes, but can't fathom what it might be. And that bothers him, too.
Everything about Aymeric de Borel bothers Estinien immensely -- but he wants it. The attention, the puckish smiles, the unrelenting intensity of his gaze. Damn. He needs to go or he's going to do something stupid.
"That was my third question, yes," Estinien replies, straightening and tucking his towel under his arm, "Must save some questions for when I best you next."
He doesn't wait for a reply. Gathers up his composure and brushes past Aymeric with the sort of brusque nonchalance that he's known for. He doesn't look back as he leaves the field, though he does call, "Five days, Ser Aymeric. Best hone those blade skills."
patented "oh no I'm about to feel a feeling" Estinien Exit
Young Estinien doesn't have much in the way of shame, though. And so, he stares back, both pleased with being the center of Aymeric's attention and bothered with the fact that he likes it so much. He can tell that much must be going on behind those eyes, but can't fathom what it might be. And that bothers him, too.
Everything about Aymeric de Borel bothers Estinien immensely -- but he wants it. The attention, the puckish smiles, the unrelenting intensity of his gaze. Damn. He needs to go or he's going to do something stupid.
"That was my third question, yes," Estinien replies, straightening and tucking his towel under his arm, "Must save some questions for when I best you next."
He doesn't wait for a reply. Gathers up his composure and brushes past Aymeric with the sort of brusque nonchalance that he's known for. He doesn't look back as he leaves the field, though he does call, "Five days, Ser Aymeric. Best hone those blade skills."