ishguardian: (.o56)
sᴇʀ ᴀʏᴍᴇʀɪᴄ ☩ ʟᴏʀᴅ sᴇxʏ ᴠᴏɴ ʙᴀᴅᴀss ([personal profile] ishguardian) wrote 2015-07-07 07:01 am (UTC)

[ the strong clasp of estinien's mailed hand snaps him from his reverie and aymeric looks up, as if he is blinking away a veil. the words tumble around in his head for a moment before at last they begin to fall together. ]

.. yes.

[ autopilot engaged. there are things to be done, obligations that must be fulfilled, and when it comes down to brass tacks aymeric is a commander, a leader - proper panic reaction is essential, even while his heart feels numb and heavy as a stone in his breast. he nods sharply, turning his eyes at last away from the stain left by lord haurchefant's passing; now it is just another lasting image with all the rest, a loss among so many that did not need to occur. this war is an infection.

aymeric turns, speaking automatically, and his tongue feels thick in his mouth but the words come easily all the same. his ribs ache, and he's ginger as he turns; it takes all of his self control to keep from stumbling. ]


We must see to it that Count de Fortemps is notified immediately. We must needs do all we can to track my father immediately; there is.. there is precious little enough time to waste.

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