Thinking about Priwen becoming Geoffrey's found family and how he grew up through the ranks, through the years, with his brothers-in-arms. Thinking further about Geoffrey losing that connection in a way when Eldritch dies and he becomes their leader
Priwen is still there for Geoffrey - as he is for them - from life until death for a man like him, but things are different now. He has an image to uphold, responsibilities- lives to carry on his shoulders. Geoffrey is their family, but he's also their boss
Gone are the days of bullshitting in Priwen barracks. Now he's making funeral arrangements for a rookie barely grown into his uniform, who was fed the same promises when Geoff was his age. He can't cry; he can't show weakness. Give them rage. Show the boys there can be righteous retribution. Shape it into a weapon. Kill the leeches.
There's a tiredness in Geoffrey's eyes that didn't always used to be there. The family he would once confide in are worried, but he keeps to his office, keeps pen to paper and a sword as sharp as his word.
There's him and there's them. He, alone, is the foundation. If he were to crack, it would all come crumbling down
Enter Jonathan.
This is such a long winded way to say I thought about what Jonathan and Geoffrey could be to each other. Like a home and a hearth; you can't have one without the other
It's the idea that Geoffrey doesn't really have a true home anymore. Wherever he goes, Priwen follows. Of course there's pride in it- Geoffrey's never been so damn proud of anything else in his life, but being at the top gets lonely.
Jonathan is like home to him. He provides a genuine safety, a comfort that Geoffrey has so long gone without. He is the shelter each night Geoffrey is nothing but relieved to return to from the unending darkness.
In return, Geoffrey is his hearth. He is the warmth Jonathan can no longer feel, he is the light in the darkness, he is the spark that makes Jonathan feel alive
