#milesducemdominus

[kittygirlinlovewithhumanity]

Starter @milesducemdominus

Doma was absolutely beautiful, as always, but the Viera maiden needed some time and space away from that beautiful landscape after the prisoner exchange that had been initiated by the man who claimed to be an envoy for peace talks from the Empire. Her time was more well-spent actually doing something, rather than just sitting around and waiting for other people and things to be done. And one of her favorite places to be was... well, the cold. The bracing chill of the cold and the snow always made Kat feel so... alive. Thus, she had made her way back to Ishgard, as it had been a day or two since the last time she had taken on any Hunts for Clan Centurio. And, maybe... just maybe... while she was here, she could see Aymeric for a short period of time. She liked checking in on the Elezen now and again, after the drawn-out ordeal that had been his imprisonment and torture at the hands of those two jailers whose names she had never deigned to learn, simply because she disliked them with a bitter passion for the seeming joy they had taken in what they had done to poor Aymeric.

What she wouldn't give to make it so they no longer existed.

Still, her concern rested with Aymeric and his well-being... but there was just always so much to do and so little time to do it all in.

As soon as she arrived in Foundation, Kat was quick to head for the Forgotten Knight and grab the latest Hunt bills, and then very quickly about-faced and headed to find Lucia. The Hume was always taking care of Aymeric and helping him with all of the reform policies he had been trying to enact since becoming Speaker for the House of Lords. That was only one simple reason to be grateful to Lucia - and there were many others Kat had that were much more complicated and harder to explain, not that the Viera even really needed to.

[aetherstories]

@milesducemdominus liked for a random muse starter call! The fancy blue dice said: 1 - Lahabrea

"Come in." Offers the voice, and for a moment, briefly and likely unnoticed, he sounds more like the professor he once was than the shadow of corruption he's become, over the years.

It might be because he's hunched over a heavy tome, borrowed from the library of the Holy See, and for a moment his mind was elsewhere and elsewhen both, before eyes hidden under a heavy cloak remember where they are, and he straightens once more.

"The Archbishop will not be joining us today." He tells the Lord Commander. "He is otherwise engaged."

And under Igeyorhm's watchful gaze, which means Lahabrea needs not worry overmuch.

[sunderedoldfriends-archived]

plotted starter for @milesducemdominus

When word reached him that Aymeric had been chosen to become Lord Speaker of the House of Lords, Estinien couldn’t say that he was surprised, he could easily imagine Aymeric in a role of leadership. He was a kind and just man, he was smart and well-liked by the people, he would do a great job at rebuilding the great nation Ishgard used to be.

And even though he knew Aymeric would do a great job, Estinien still worried what this sudden pressure of responsibility would do to the gentle and caring nature of his oldest friend. Estinien figured he should go and check on Aymeric, he should make sure the other knew Estinien‘s lance would always be his to command, even though he had given up the mantle of Azure Dragoon.

So he made his way back to Ishgard, and there he perched atop a roof in old and familiar dragoon fashion, watching Aymeric hold a speech about the bright future that would await them and Estinien felt a sense of pride swelling in his chest as he watched and heard the people of the Holy See clap for Aymeric in unison and once more Estinien realised he would do anything for Aymeric, he would follow him anywhere.

A part of him wanted to be down there, to clap and cheer for Aymeric to express his support for him, but not only had Estinien brought great ruin to the city when Nidhogg had taken control of him, he also was not one for sentiment, so he stayed where he was, looking out for danger that was no longer a threat.

Estinien would not leave without properly talking to Aymeric though, so he made his way to the Lord Speaker‘s home, and an elusive jump later he was getting comfortable in Aymeric‘s living room. The bottle of wine, which he had brought as a gift, placed on the table, and he stood in front of the fireplace, back to the door as he waited. It was already dark when Aymeric finally returned and even though Estinien did not turn to greet him, a fond smile found its way to his lips.

„Welcome home, old friend.“

[brightblessed-aa]

@milesducemdominus (continued)

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Roi smiles softly. He still felt out of place in such a house. Just like he had while living with the Fortemps. But it is easier to shrug it off knowing what kind of person Aymeric is. An invaluable friend.

"I happen to be quite partial to Hannish foods. Tea included." Roi had often enjoyed the food and spices from Thavnair. He knew many ways to prepare tea from there.

"Are you alright with me making something?"

[reapcrbunny]

@milesducemdominus from here

( 🐇 ) WHILE RATHER OVERDRESSED in her opinion for an advance to a cafe late in the eve she reminded herself that she'd been underdressed and been in worse places. aymeric mentioning sweets did little to detour her but instead thrust her forward in her curiosity, a smirk hinting the veena's lips as SHE LOOKED UP at the elezen.

< YOU HAD ME at sweets. if those of the brume go there as well i believe we may just have some fun yet. or at least a good show while we find TIME TO BREATHE. >

[paragonrogue]

@milesducemdominus started following.

"I appreciate the concern--" Thancred said, ready to make his way to the door again after delivering a message on behalf of the Scions.

"--But I've traversed this city often enough to not warrant an escort, no matter the time of day."

[rxpertoire]

@milesducemdominus​ |  Sits quietly besides Zephirin. Defeated and soundless.

He had dragged himself to the Cathedral to pray properly, but he is numb enough to not be surprised when Aymeric finds him. Of course he does. This is what happens when he leaves the house. 

“... I hear you’re to fight soon.” He says quietly, because the silence is far too heavy.

[thancrxdwatxrs]

@milesducemdominus​

It always felt so gloomy in Ishgard - Thancred realized there were multiple reasons for this ranging from the constant cold weather to the presence of the people displaced by the war. Nonetheless, he had learned to accept the atmosphere for better or for worse.

He didn’t come to sulk around the Brume or to get drinks at the Forgotten Knight, however - he came at the behest of Ser Aymeric. What for, exactly, was left unclear. He made his way to the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly - such a pretentious name - and announced himself to one of the knights. He was then showed in to Aymeric’s office and Thancred bowed in his greeting.

“You wished to see me, Ser Aymeric?”