WIP Wednesday
Just some tender Aymeric/Estinien from my tiddy(1)gone wip, which takes place after the final steps of faith.
The creak of floorboards stole him from his thoughts. At first he considered it may be Artoirel, moving about perhaps to keep himself awake, but the steps were not his. Aymeric peered down the dark hall, startling when he caught sight of long white hair.
"Estinien?" He barely breathed the name. The man slowly came into view, careful not to let the old floor creak beneath him. "What are you doing out of bed?"
"I should ask the same of you," his dear friend replied. His throat sounded raw, even when speaking softly. Aymeric found it difficult to to get his words beyond the tightness suddenly gripping his own as he stood.
"It would not do to keep you unguarded, unfortunately."
"Whereā¦. I am not alone in that, am I?" Aymeric tilted his head. Estinien's breath shuttered. "She isn't- I didn't-"
What he was asking suddenly hit Aymeric, and he stepped forward, gathering him in his arms.
"Deidre is alive, she will be well I swear to it," he stated, voice firm for both of them.
"I bore witness to what was done," the man croaked, resting his forehead against Aymeric's neck. It was a miracle, the Lord Commander thought, the number of times the Azure Dragoon could break his heart with words alone. He hoped they both lived to see that number increase. He wished they could live lives where such hopes were not needed.
