[starlight is one of aymeric's favorite holidays, and it isn't just because it's his de facto birthday. it's the one time of year that all ishgardians--highborn or lowborn, rich or poor, young or old--embrace a bit of the holiday spirit. the city streets are filled with lights and garlands and decor of all kinds, and children run about dressed as saint nymeia's helpers. so to say that borel manor is decorated for the holidays is like saying it might get a bit chilly in ishgard: it's a foregone conclusion. there are decorated trees and baubles everywhere, tinsel and garland and ribbons in every room, wrapped gifts for every member of the household and then some awaiting by the fireplace, and of course--mistletoe hanging above every doorway.
despite all of that festiveness, on the eve of starlight, the house is conspicuously quiet. having sent his servants home early, it seems aymeric fully intended to spend a solitary starlight by himself and his cat, ser clawdien--and yet the man himself is nowhere to be found.
until the front door of the manor closes, and the sound of aymeric's footsteps and weary sigh faintly echo upstairs to estinien's ears. neither starlight nor his own birthday can stop the lord commander from working late, it seems. after a few moments, the sound of aymeric climbing the stairs to his bedroom heralds his arrival, and as soon as the door is open he stops and stares, eyes wide in surprise]
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Date: 2023-12-24 07:23 pm (UTC)despite all of that festiveness, on the eve of starlight, the house is conspicuously quiet. having sent his servants home early, it seems aymeric fully intended to spend a solitary starlight by himself and his cat, ser clawdien--and yet the man himself is nowhere to be found.
until the front door of the manor closes, and the sound of aymeric's footsteps and weary sigh faintly echo upstairs to estinien's ears. neither starlight nor his own birthday can stop the lord commander from working late, it seems. after a few moments, the sound of aymeric climbing the stairs to his bedroom heralds his arrival, and as soon as the door is open he stops and stares, eyes wide in surprise]
... Estinien...?