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Edgard ([personal profile] muckspout) wrote2020-08-02 07:40 am

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cozen: (n162)

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[personal profile] cozen 2022-03-13 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien's good enough with a bow to have not gotten his ears pulled all the way off by his bardmaster—so much better than most people—but Edgard is a better shot than he is, which is all the more reason to practice alongside him. Bastien might learn something. And he's a little competitive. A cheerful loser, but he'd rather win, or at least keep up. It's motivating.

While they're taking a break, though, to pull arrows out of the targets so they can start again, he says, ]
Those ghosts. The dead ones. Were they from the war?
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-03-16 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien lets his shortbow dangle from one hand, string caught in the last crooked joint of his finger, and watches Edgard with a steady mix of interest and concern. Concern for him. No fear. ]

One of them was from the war, or one of them was not?
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-04-09 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien resists the contrarian urge to spin the bow around on his finger like a toy hoop. Instead, with an air of affectionate indulgence, he slowly adds a second finger to the one crooked around the string.

Otherwise, he only tilts his head, waiting patiently for Edgard to explain himself further. ]
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-04-30 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien grins back, holding his hand out for the arrow, but the grin fades. ]

You don't want to talk about it.

[ Obviously. ]

Just tell me enough for me to know I don't need to report it to anyone.

[ To Flint, he means, or Yseult. ]
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forgot to say you SHOULD BE :,( (jk)

[personal profile] cozen 2022-05-02 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Bastien were trying to play Edgard, he might cower a little at his tone. Take a step away. Crumple his own face with hurt. The fellow is sensitive, empathetic—he might be sorry.

But he isn't trying to play him, so Bastien doesn't disguise his unflappable absence of hurt or alarm at the response. He only tilts his head, face still, eyes thoughtful with a touch of regret, while Edgard explains. ]


They know about me.

[ He doesn't smile, because Edgard is so miserable, but there's a self-deprecating sort of twist to his mouth for a moment, for a private thought. ]

I'm sorry that happened to you. And to him. None of it should have—the whole war. It was bullshit.
Edited 2022-05-02 19:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-06-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien inclines his head, when Edgard doesn't pop back up to standing. But after a moment he squats down, too, and tips forward onto his knees in front of him. ]

Some things are right.

[ He puts a hand on Edgard's shoulder. He is drifting, slowly, toward hugging him. Eventually. After a few silent vibe checks to see if he's allowed. The hand on the shoulder is the first one. ]

They have been hard for me to find, too, but I think this is one of them. Riftwatch.