39 (sits with a tub of popcorn)
Never Gets Easier
(Heartache prompt) - on Ao3 as well.
Edmont had found himself walking the city often; sometimes with Artoirel, discussing matters his son wished advice on. Sometimes with Ser Aymeric, if only to ensure the young Lord Speaker did not spend all his time in his office. Rarely with Commander Lucia, who could also use time for herself more often.
But mostly, he walked alone, through the Pillars, and sometimes into Foundation, depending on the whims of his restless feet and wandering mind. This evening was one of his lonelier walks, as the skies turned crimson and gold, passing clouds and the islands far overhead casting shadows over the streets before the last light faded. It had been a beautiful day, and promised to be an equally lovely evening.
He was having difficulty appreciating the fine weather, or the happy chatter and laughter, the bantering and debating, of seminarians as they scattered out of Saint Endalim’s Scholasticate with the tolling of cathedral bells.
Tomorrow would have been Haurchefant’s nameday.
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