Estinien knows better than to trust little lordlings, especially ones with striking smiles and easy offers of friendship. Such a waste of time, all this social protocol, alliances and subterfuge when there is a perfectly worthwhile war against a perfectly evil enemy just beyond Ishgard's walls. It puts him ill at ease at the best of times, but now everything's gone all vivid on top. All that warmth in Aymeric's demeanor is only further highlighted by the lush pink of his skin, expertly framed by his raven hair. He is utterly impossible to ignore. How irritating.
"Aye, 'tis good to be on them again. I do not care to sit idle," Estinien replies as he slides into the offered seat, acutely aware that the charismatic knight has him at a disadvantage.
He does not frown, but neither does he make an effort not to look gruff. Rather, he levels his own storm cloud gaze at Aymeric, and instantly finds that silver blue he'd been hunting for, lit to sunset color by the Forgotten Knight's dim firelight.
Though he thinks he should, he cannot break Aymeric's gaze. "You're handy with a bow."
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Date: 2024-04-02 12:40 am (UTC)"Aye, 'tis good to be on them again. I do not care to sit idle," Estinien replies as he slides into the offered seat, acutely aware that the charismatic knight has him at a disadvantage.
He does not frown, but neither does he make an effort not to look gruff. Rather, he levels his own storm cloud gaze at Aymeric, and instantly finds that silver blue he'd been hunting for, lit to sunset color by the Forgotten Knight's dim firelight.
Though he thinks he should, he cannot break Aymeric's gaze. "You're handy with a bow."