Aymeric & Estinien plus a grump fluff

[heiresy]

[Aymeric sat with his feet propped up by the fire. Lord Byron laid like an unended bag of flour on his master's lap as Aymeric sipped his evening cup of tea. For once, his work was finished and set aside. He could have fussed with it, but knew it would be in vain come the morning. No reason to grind himself into dust over odds and ends. The House of Lords and Commons would do that for him. Instead he decided to occupy and inspire himself with a book of poetry from the days of his young knighthood.

Freezing rain pattered against the glass of his windows. He sighed with content as he rested a hand on his cat's haunches.]

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[dravanicide]

[Fortunate that Aymeric found work could wait, or else this impromptu visit from his dear friend might have served to interrupt him. It's not only rain that pattered against the glass, but a familiar rattle could be heard as the former dragoon made himself known. He could have just unhitched the latch, as he had countless times previous, but unfortunately he lacked the general tools to do as such.

His decision to return to Ishgard was one of an impulsive nature. If the sound was not enough to alert the Speaker, then the shadow he cast with a flash of lightning did well enough to serve as a visual indicator.]