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deercountry2021-10-03 08:41 pm
fullmast) wrote in deercountry2021-10-03 08:41 pm
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Who: Flynn Fairwind & Flynn Scifo
What: Two Flynns walk into abar tavern...
When: Shortly after knight!Flynn's announcement
Where: Achelliac in Darcmouth. Hey, they're only there for a drink!
Flynn Fairwind stands at the edge of the docks, doing his best to appear nonchalant as he waits for his companion to arrive. Truth be told, he is nervous about this, even if he really does want to make up for the younger man after their previous encounter. They had exchanged awkward apologies after the Bloodwrath (or whatever the dreadful name they had for it was) had waned and the pair of them had been left standing blinking at each other in the aftermath.
To hear of what had happened to the young man after that... Flynn doesn't want to think about it. How long had it been after they parted that it had happened? What had happened? Flynn -- the other Flynn, Tides this is going to get confusing fast if they don't figure out some other way to refer to each other -- had been so insistent of how dangerous the area was. It had been the initial trigger to their altercation. It isn't his place to ask, but all the same...
No! Enough of that, this is for Flynn-the-knight. His announcement had been made by text and so Flynn didn't get a real sense of how the other is doing, but. He also got the sense that he'd been holding things back. Flynn himself had been through enough rough times in his life to understand that sometimes what you need to get through these things is to take a step back and let your hair down. And in Flynn's experience, that almost always involves a drink. And he knows just the place...
What: Two Flynns walk into a
When: Shortly after knight!Flynn's announcement
Where: Achelliac in Darcmouth. Hey, they're only there for a drink!
Content Warnings: possible mentions of Flynn (Scifo)'s death, and Flynn (Fairwind)'s alcoholism
Flynn Fairwind stands at the edge of the docks, doing his best to appear nonchalant as he waits for his companion to arrive. Truth be told, he is nervous about this, even if he really does want to make up for the younger man after their previous encounter. They had exchanged awkward apologies after the Bloodwrath (or whatever the dreadful name they had for it was) had waned and the pair of them had been left standing blinking at each other in the aftermath.
To hear of what had happened to the young man after that... Flynn doesn't want to think about it. How long had it been after they parted that it had happened? What had happened? Flynn -- the other Flynn, Tides this is going to get confusing fast if they don't figure out some other way to refer to each other -- had been so insistent of how dangerous the area was. It had been the initial trigger to their altercation. It isn't his place to ask, but all the same...
No! Enough of that, this is for Flynn-the-knight. His announcement had been made by text and so Flynn didn't get a real sense of how the other is doing, but. He also got the sense that he'd been holding things back. Flynn himself had been through enough rough times in his life to understand that sometimes what you need to get through these things is to take a step back and let your hair down. And in Flynn's experience, that almost always involves a drink. And he knows just the place...
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He cannot, really, imagine being here without Yuri. If Yuri hadn't been there in those terrifying hours he'd spent coming back to himself—if he had died, and had to put the pieces back together in a strange place in a strange house—
Flynn tries to be strong. He tries to stand on his own two feet, because he has to be strong if he's going to change the course of the empire. It's a slow-moving thing, a massive ship requiring decades to turn, and Flynn has to be strong enough in his sword and his convictions to stick to his plan no matter what the nobility throws at him. He has to know precisely what he wants and he has to be strong enough and stubborn enough to remember it.
He does not think he is strong enough to stand here alone. The thought is a dizzying one. He sways closer.
"Well," he says to their feet as they walk, "despite our... strange meeting, you have an ally in me. No one should live here alone."