Ever Faithful
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seleniasTitle: Ever Faithful
Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI
Characters/pairing: Terence, D/T
Rating: T
Word Count: 531
Notes: A generator assigned responses randomly for participants in the My Dear Terence collection wherein we're writing epistolary. This response is to Mairyn's, here.
1) The pasties Terence are referencing are considered indulgent/easily accessible/medieval fast food. There's a joke here about carnal indulgence and appetite.
2) The "god sends the meat, the devil sends the cooks" is an old saying that refers to vendors food poisoning their customers with bad meat. Double entendre, etc etc. Lore here, for the curious: https://www.engr.psu.edu/mtah/articles/fast_food.htm
Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI
Characters/pairing: Terence, D/T
Rating: T
Word Count: 531
Notes: A generator assigned responses randomly for participants in the My Dear Terence collection wherein we're writing epistolary. This response is to Mairyn's, here.
1) The pasties Terence are referencing are considered indulgent/easily accessible/medieval fast food. There's a joke here about carnal indulgence and appetite.
2) The "god sends the meat, the devil sends the cooks" is an old saying that refers to vendors food poisoning their customers with bad meat. Double entendre, etc etc. Lore here, for the curious: https://www.engr.psu.edu/mtah/articles/fast_food.htm
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873, Twinside
My Prince,
Sir Alaric complained of my grinding teeth this morn when I woke and blamed it very agreeably on the war (a partial truth that may, I hope, weigh heavy on your conscience). I am afraid it will be habit forming in time, but I owe my allegiance today to the command for which I am here. I attended tragedy with what indulgences I could scrounge at the market (you may regret now that we share a purse?). The pasties here are generous, filthy, addicting things and I belonged to all my senses in my enjoyment. Greagor sends the meat, but the Devil so often sends the cooks…!
I’ve made my rounds: the Dominion does not love us. I cannot feel remiss about it when hungry people are barred from what was to be their sanctuary before we lead Greagor’s caravan south and condemned them to the slums. What I think of Greagor’s generosity… I don’t want the pretense of imagination. The Crystal Road is long, it’s not easy on the feet for armored men much less tired pilgrims with carts or children. Their courage is immense. I chastised knights who dropped their reputable vows to leer as we passed pitched tents on old streets. They don’t drive me to repeat myself as I let them say their piece, but take me at my word and are quieted by that alone. I recognize these nervous glances from the disavowed to be the same as the farmers who’s aid we’ve requisitioned; we cannot be refused. We’ve a collective responsibility to be their jailer and defender and so our conscience will be unkind.
The Dhalmeks know well we’ve secured a foot race. They feel the sting and believe our arrival was premeditated. They won’t see reason for it is also a matter of principle: our service to the empire surpasses the independence and rivalry of city-states. If they presented a united front, I would ask after what coffer they’ve been promised.
Unless Greagor suggests Bahamut seek a foothold over loose sands, Twinside should remain ever in our vigil. I should not dream that we will not be asked to move beyond what our order can manage, but Greagor’s word is not yours... Titan sounds a loose thread from what informants have pulled my ears these past few days and I trust that the Dhalmeks will not advance beyond mere skirmishes without his shadow at their backs. If his dominant bears concerns they’re not for Bahamut and I for one am grateful that our worst worries may remain mortal matters!
I’ve sent off all necessary reports. As fragile our impasse, I feel the confidence of organization and command. I’ve had many conversations with lords who’s knights remain in the capital (apologies to the purse). We will not face neglect again like we did upon the tor, so I urge you to trust in our banner to endure.
You needn’t justify your beliefs to me. Oriflamme is flooded with aether. These is some unhappy grain of truth, and [crossed out] we should settle with that until we’ve security for else.
I shall return at once to my post.
Ever faithful,
Sir Terence
873, Twinside
My Prince,
Sir Alaric complained of my grinding teeth this morn when I woke and blamed it very agreeably on the war (a partial truth that may, I hope, weigh heavy on your conscience). I am afraid it will be habit forming in time, but I owe my allegiance today to the command for which I am here. I attended tragedy with what indulgences I could scrounge at the market (you may regret now that we share a purse?). The pasties here are generous, filthy, addicting things and I belonged to all my senses in my enjoyment. Greagor sends the meat, but the Devil so often sends the cooks…!
I’ve made my rounds: the Dominion does not love us. I cannot feel remiss about it when hungry people are barred from what was to be their sanctuary before we lead Greagor’s caravan south and condemned them to the slums. What I think of Greagor’s generosity… I don’t want the pretense of imagination. The Crystal Road is long, it’s not easy on the feet for armored men much less tired pilgrims with carts or children. Their courage is immense. I chastised knights who dropped their reputable vows to leer as we passed pitched tents on old streets. They don’t drive me to repeat myself as I let them say their piece, but take me at my word and are quieted by that alone. I recognize these nervous glances from the disavowed to be the same as the farmers who’s aid we’ve requisitioned; we cannot be refused. We’ve a collective responsibility to be their jailer and defender and so our conscience will be unkind.
The Dhalmeks know well we’ve secured a foot race. They feel the sting and believe our arrival was premeditated. They won’t see reason for it is also a matter of principle: our service to the empire surpasses the independence and rivalry of city-states. If they presented a united front, I would ask after what coffer they’ve been promised.
Unless Greagor suggests Bahamut seek a foothold over loose sands, Twinside should remain ever in our vigil. I should not dream that we will not be asked to move beyond what our order can manage, but Greagor’s word is not yours... Titan sounds a loose thread from what informants have pulled my ears these past few days and I trust that the Dhalmeks will not advance beyond mere skirmishes without his shadow at their backs. If his dominant bears concerns they’re not for Bahamut and I for one am grateful that our worst worries may remain mortal matters!
I’ve sent off all necessary reports. As fragile our impasse, I feel the confidence of organization and command. I’ve had many conversations with lords who’s knights remain in the capital (apologies to the purse). We will not face neglect again like we did upon the tor, so I urge you to trust in our banner to endure.
You needn’t justify your beliefs to me. Oriflamme is flooded with aether. These is some unhappy grain of truth, and [crossed out] we should settle with that until we’ve security for else.
I shall return at once to my post.
Ever faithful,
Sir Terence
