#and who he's referring to is Aymeric predominantly in this scene? but also HE IS SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ONE OF HIS CRUSHES

[shivasdarknight]

I've got two snippets I present before ye. The first is on my Dreamwidth, as it's a bit lengthy. It's a snippet from the Ysayle-focused fic/eventual Zadnor fic set during 5.3-5.4. It's the first time she and Estinien speak since HVW, so that's fun :3c

The second is here, which is a section I'm editing rn and really like it (it's sexuality talk and Estinien not really having the language to express the fact that he's a demi-bisexual).

But before she could get a word in to let the question die, he surprised her — silver bangs masking most of his expression.  “Most people don’t interest me, really,” he muttered, lips pulled into a thin line.  “Not as if I haven’t tried; I’ve tried as recently as Kugane, if you’ll believe it.  Nothing...clicks.  No one clicks, nothing feels right.” Surkukteni’s brow furrowed at that.  “As in...romantic interest?” To that, he shook his head.  “Sexual, mostly.  Physical attraction.”  That huff of a laugh of his escaped him, a hand moving to cover the lower half of his face.  From what she could see in the gaps of his snowy hair, his eyes were unfocused — lost in the firelight, or maybe somewhere far beyond Othard.  “I don’t at all understand how you do it, because I am well aware of your flings from what I overheard during our…previous travels, and something Lucia and Hilda both alluded to but never went into detail about.” …Thank the Twelve for that.  “I don’t understand the appeal of it, what you get out of it, how you and others I’ve known keep going back to it — it well escapes me.  …Yet for myself, it only crops up at the worst times, as I’m afraid that I am cursed to fall for those closest to me — and all it’s done is cause me grief.” “And that makes you think you’re cursed?”  That notion troubled her greatly.