Who's This For?

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Stonegit Elmiss: As Egil and Stonegit continued their ride back towards the rebellion, the guard found himself glancing towards the sea. The same sea where he had said his final fairwells.
He pressed his lips together. He had never dared to ask Egil directly. But he knew both of them were still reeling from losing Haddock. Maybe it was the right time...
"Egil..." he said, breaking a former period of silence. "Do you want to talk about your father?"
Egil Haddock: “Why would I?” Egil sighed. He seemed very attentive at staring at the landscape below, all of a sudden. Anything was more important than looking Stonegit in the eye.
Stonegit: Stonegit remembered his more recent deterioration of clear thinking, not to mention Egil's still questionable behavior and stress. "Because we're both still reeling from it..."
He took note of his tension, and patted his back twice. "Hey. Relax. We can drop the subject now if that would be better."
Egil: “Words won’t make me reel less, Stonegit. I don’t want it rubbed in my face.” It wasn’t a rude comment, but it was straight to the point.
Stonegit: There was silence from behind him, and then Stonegit spoke. "Egil..." his head lowered. "I'm reeling..."
This time words were lost, like a hand rising from a stormy sea grabbing for something, anything, to keep it up for even a moment.
Egil: Egil sighed. It was clear he didn’t want this conversation, but he realized he had spoken without thought to Stonegit’s side.
“Sorry,” he said. “I know you’re hurting. But I’m not the person to help you with this.”
Stonegit: Stonegit's hand came up and gripped his shoulder, and Egil felt his forehead thud against his back. The man breathed a sigh and closed his eyes as his fingers curled into the fabric of his coat.
And for a moment, the swirling tide that was in his mind calmed.
"If you'd just let me hold tight for a moment...you would be."
He went quiet, the air of the night blowing across their ears.
Egil: Egil wasn’t someone who relished physical affection. But he didn’t have the heart to bother Stonegit. He focused on taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, and then let the two of them take in this moment in silence. He could do this much for the man.
Stonegit: Stonegit didn’t trouble him for long though. In his younger years Stonegit scarcely knew how to act or react around Egil. But when he aged, he had found himself inexpressibly fond of the man, even though he drove him half mad most days. Perhaps it was because Egil was so like Haddock. But Stonegit knew it was more than that. In his mind, even though he had never said so, Egil was like his boy…
Now he knew him well enough to know that this couldn’t be comfortable for the young King, and the fingers gripped tighter for a moment longer and then released. He gave a long exhale as he gripped the saddle in silence. 
Twenty five years and you’d like I’d learn not to try and help or communicate with Haddock’s so heavily with my words… of course that’s hard when I want to strangle them every time they breath…eh, I’ll get there…
His eyes starred wistfully at the back of Egil’s head as the wind whipped it to and fro. 
Thank you son…
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Stonegit Brotchurn Elmiss
Category:Egil Ander Haddock