#im not tagging characters because nah

[shivasdarknight]

WIP tag game!

Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

i got tagged by @sheepwithspecs! I can't tag everyone because LMAO i write in big batches so (CW: reference to past (accidental) underaged drinking):

Surkukteni furrowed her brow, casting a sidelong look at him. “...Weren’t you a child? What were you doing drinking something like that?”

A snort rolled through Estinien, a tired smile playing faintly at his lips - the sort of smile one wore when thinking of a bittersweet past. “The usual way a boy finds out: I got curious. Took my father’s drink when he wasn’t looking and immediately regretted it.” Another laugh, this one more of a huff as he shook his head. “Hadn’t known I wasn’t supposed to; earned the ribbing I got. Mostly from my mother, as my father thought it funny. Something about that being as best a lesson that I could get about taking things that didn’t belong to me.” And there came the inevitable heavy sigh, stormy eyes cast to the ground around their feet; that dour reminder of the fact he was still in that empty present. “I went back to Ferndale when I was barely a man grown, if you’d believe it. I swore I wouldn’t, but curiosity got the best of me. Nature had reclaimed most of it and there was little evidence that there’d ever been a village there at all. Went poking around, upset myself at seeing what’d been left behind to rot, and found a store of the damn stuff in a cellar I could still get access to. First trip was by myself to see how much I could bring back, which was about…three bottles, mayhap? Second and third times, Alberic helped - I suppose in part because of the guilt around that situation. Every other time ‘twas Aymeric that joined me in seeing what could be salvaged. Sold some of it as it had a good reputation, apparently, but kept plenty around for obvious reasons.” Estinien paused to take another drink from the flask, still not looking at Surkukteni yet his voice was noticeably less dour. “But before you ask, it’s back in Ishgard. Dunno what happened since it’s in my old apartment that’s in all likelihood been forfeited to whoever wanted it since I don’t need it anymore nor plan on going back. Took some with me, but that’s all gone now. But I do wish I could return the favor, though.”

Well, he’s exceptionally skilled at turning every topic into a depressing lament.

There were days Surkukteni wished she’d never picked up that damn soulstone, and that was one of those days-As if my thoughts are solely mine own! She cast a sidelong glance at Estinien who kept his eyes to the fire, her blunt nails picking at the faint seam from where the metal of her canteen had been welded together. “Don’t worry about that; the company’s more than enough for me,” was the considerably kinder thing to say - ‘Tis the coward’s way, you took. “Though, color me surprised, because it seems you’ve got an association with just about everything - either Aymeric or Ferndale, you can relate a lot of things to each other."

I'm tagging @lordguru and anyone who wants to do it because im blanking on who writes and who doesnt 😅😅😅 whoops