[log] same old love [open]

[haillenarte]

Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, Francel de Haillenarte, Haurchefant Greystone, Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, and any others in the area!
Location Building 124, Building 189
Date: Day 150, Day 151
Summary: Somehow about twenty percent of Norfinbury's population manages to stay in the same buildings at the same time despite an utter lack of coordination. Also, hungry elves are fed.
Warnings: House being House; Aymeric doing questionable things.

124: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. The bedframe has been taken apart, and its pieces arranged neatly from largest to smallest on the floor. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal. There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked.

189: A single bedroom apartment. It's seen better days, but the door locks up at night. The window is sealed shut, with snow packed in on he other side allowing no light in. It's pitch black at night, but there is a couch to sleep on, even if the bed only has its frame. The bathroom has a toilet and shower--the shower doesn't work, but the toilet does.

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[haillenarte]

[despite his usual habit of only eating once per day, the hunger has really gotten to francel: he practically gorges himself on aymeric's rations (well, really the rations that merlwyb traded haurchefant for the painting she'd wanted, but never mind that). he's not inelegant about it — he's a tidy eater who takes small, mouselike bites — but, well, he eats the portion expected of an energetic young man, that's for sure.

still, francel is many things, and energetic is not one of them. after he breaks his fast, he avoids socializing in favor of searching the house (and though he's doing a very good job of hiding it, the more observant will notice that he's still limping on one of his legs). later in the evening, he finds a quiet corner to pray on his rosary; still later, francel will be found shamelessly plastering himself to haurchefant (because he's shared his best friend with other people enough for one day).

feel free to corner him while he's eating, or afterward, while he's trying to keep to himself.]

[silverfuller]

[A: Earlier]

[Haurchefant stands by the front door. With the snow obscuring his view he sees no reason to stare out the windows but he refuses to wander too far from the entrance to the structure.]

[B: After Lockdown]

[Once the structure has been safely closed up Haurchefant removes what is left of his armor and starts doing squats in the corner. He smiles, the warmth genuine but the smile never quite makes it to his eyes.

He is happy to see people from home but Hydaelyn is a place from another lifetime. Looking into the faces of people from a world where he's dead feels surreal. He wants to embrace them all and apologize for leaving them. That is what a true friend would do... But he knows in his heart that he would die to save a life again without a second thought. How can he apologize when he doesn't really feel any remorse? Just having to ask himself these questions forms a knot of guilt in his stomach.]

Day 151 - Apartment 189

[rubikscomplex]

[A single bedroom apartment. It's seen better days, but the door locks up at night. The window is sealed shut, with snow packed in on he other side allowing no light in. It's pitch black at night, but there is a couch to sleep on, even if the bed only has its frame. The bathroom has a toilet and shower--the shower doesn't work, but the toilet does.]

Day 151

[heiresy]

[This is a miserable hovel, but Aymeric has seen worse, somehow. Though worse has only been literal caves in his youth as a knight. So it's utter bullshit, really. But he has company and he knows that his fellows are alive and well enough, and that satisfies him. It helps that he is among his countrymen. It helps that he will meet this House in person and satisfy his curiosities.]

[He sets up camp in his own way, spreading the blanket on the floor, taking off what clothes he can- comfortably. He tries to carve out a corner of the miserable space for his fellow Eorzeans at least, hoping the next place will be more comfortable. The hot water his first week in spoiled him, he thinks. He contemplates digging a cork out of a bottle of wine to alleviate the cold and misery. They only landed minutes ago, so everyones' stomachs should be empty at least.]

[heiresy]

[It's late. Very late at night. Impossible to tell what time it is late. Aymeric rises at behest of his bladder, trying to orient himself in the room. He steps over the sleeping bodies of his friends and others, making his way to the bathroom. He feels around once inside. He knew the toilet was somewhere. He knocks something off the toilet tank onto the floor.

As noisy as that was, it helps. It tells him where to piss, anyway.

And so he does, forgetting to stifle his relieved sigh. It's not like anyone else is in the room. That would just be weird.]