I’m not sure if I should be pleased for it, stated like that. [ he’s squinting at her, from behind his visor, head tilting. pointedly climatic, for him specifically. Somewhat worrisome. But, given Era didn’t react to him as if he was a ghost, Estinien’s assuming he at least makes it through alive. And considering what she’d said of her and Aymeric - ]
At the least, full glad am I to know the end does come, and both you and the Lord Commander make it through hale and whole.
[ he does have some doubts at times. About Aymeric, mainly. Era seems durable enough to survive the next calamity or two. But Estinien isn’t one that likes to know the future, doesn’t enjoy the thought of being bound to destiny, so he leaves it at that. The rest isn’t relevant to the current situation, and he’ll see its outcome in his own time, whether it follows the same path or not. What’s more concerning, besides, is the way Era phrases the work to be done in Xistentia.
it takes a moment of so for era’s answer regarding their means to fight this dark ending for their home to truly dawn in Estinien’s mind, not because he doesn’t understand the words paired together, but because he’s finding it extremely difficult to believe. No combat, no political maneuvering, no magical rituals. Just the connection between two peoples. The specially physical and emotional connection between two bodies and souls. So - sex. Era isn’t one for comedy, so he doubts it's a joke - that is not why he bursts out laughing in response. Just simply for the absurdity of it alone. ]
Whores. [ estinien barks, half incredulous, half amused. ] We’ve been spirited hence to act as this world’s whores.
[ another barked laugh, estinien pacing his way over a lounging sort of couch to plop down. ]
I'd say 'you can't be serious', but you very rarely aren't. [ of all the pleasure workers in all Eorzea to choose from, it plucked the three of them up. ] Fury take us, we're doomed, aren't we?
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At the least, full glad am I to know the end does come, and both you and the Lord Commander make it through hale and whole.
[ he does have some doubts at times. About Aymeric, mainly. Era seems durable enough to survive the next calamity or two. But Estinien isn’t one that likes to know the future, doesn’t enjoy the thought of being bound to destiny, so he leaves it at that. The rest isn’t relevant to the current situation, and he’ll see its outcome in his own time, whether it follows the same path or not. What’s more concerning, besides, is the way Era phrases the work to be done in Xistentia.
it takes a moment of so for era’s answer regarding their means to fight this dark ending for their home to truly dawn in Estinien’s mind, not because he doesn’t understand the words paired together, but because he’s finding it extremely difficult to believe. No combat, no political maneuvering, no magical rituals. Just the connection between two peoples. The specially physical and emotional connection between two bodies and souls. So - sex. Era isn’t one for comedy, so he doubts it's a joke - that is not why he bursts out laughing in response. Just simply for the absurdity of it alone. ]
Whores. [ estinien barks, half incredulous, half amused. ] We’ve been spirited hence to act as this world’s whores.
[ another barked laugh, estinien pacing his way over a lounging sort of couch to plop down. ]
I'd say 'you can't be serious', but you very rarely aren't. [ of all the pleasure workers in all Eorzea to choose from, it plucked the three of them up. ] Fury take us, we're doomed, aren't we?