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It's like christmas in july except just it's cold and everyone is stressed and there are no presents
Who: [OPEN] Aymeric and you!
What: Catch-all for non-participants and early losers in the fuckening, but everyone is welcome! Come gloat if you like.
When: All day.
Where: In the guard barracks, outside the castle, Yenh's hut, the inn.
Warnings: Will update as needed!
I. In and Around the Castle
[For the entirely-too-manyth in a row now the weather has been getting unrelentingly colder. So much so that he could barely think as he did his duties. It would do no good to lose his work or the possible trust he had earned with his diligence over this, but the temptation to abandon his post became increasingly difficult. During breakfast, if you are a fellow guard, Aymeric will be trying to get your attention. Maybe there is something they can do about their uniforms...? If you are not a guard, he will try to catch your attention anyway. He has requests to make in his miserable state.]
II. The Village
[Once his terrible, miserable shift is over he will run around the village with increasingly conspicuous supplies. First a couple blankets, then some buckets, and eventually he will be rolling a wooden bath down a road. He comes to Yenh's shack and knocks on the door with his arms very much full.]
III. The Inn
[Much later now, he finds himself at his familiar watering hole. Sure, it cost a lot more than drinking with the other guards in the castle, but the illusion of getting out of the Mistress' reach was well worth it. Here you will see him finally changed out of his guard uniform, but back in the clothing he arrived in. Terribly ironic that he was able to acquire some new clothes the very week it was too cold to wear any of them. He's back to looking very over-dressed and out of place. If you sit near him, he will offer you a drink and a warm, weary smile.]
What: Catch-all for non-participants and early losers in the fuckening, but everyone is welcome! Come gloat if you like.
When: All day.
Where: In the guard barracks, outside the castle, Yenh's hut, the inn.
Warnings: Will update as needed!
I. In and Around the Castle
[For the entirely-too-manyth in a row now the weather has been getting unrelentingly colder. So much so that he could barely think as he did his duties. It would do no good to lose his work or the possible trust he had earned with his diligence over this, but the temptation to abandon his post became increasingly difficult. During breakfast, if you are a fellow guard, Aymeric will be trying to get your attention. Maybe there is something they can do about their uniforms...? If you are not a guard, he will try to catch your attention anyway. He has requests to make in his miserable state.]
II. The Village
[Once his terrible, miserable shift is over he will run around the village with increasingly conspicuous supplies. First a couple blankets, then some buckets, and eventually he will be rolling a wooden bath down a road. He comes to Yenh's shack and knocks on the door with his arms very much full.]
III. The Inn
[Much later now, he finds himself at his familiar watering hole. Sure, it cost a lot more than drinking with the other guards in the castle, but the illusion of getting out of the Mistress' reach was well worth it. Here you will see him finally changed out of his guard uniform, but back in the clothing he arrived in. Terribly ironic that he was able to acquire some new clothes the very week it was too cold to wear any of them. He's back to looking very over-dressed and out of place. If you sit near him, he will offer you a drink and a warm, weary smile.]
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[He had no idea why he wanted him to come back. This was a mistake.]
She was administering salve to my wind-bitten skin! Yenh, tell him!
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[While Aymeric panics, she operates as though the whole situation didn't look completely guilty.]
Estinien, my friend! Come— it's your turn for a massage! I shall tend to your aching flesh and muscles!
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[He seems intent on leaving, not even sparing Yenh a look as she pursues him. He's honestly not sure what he was expecting, but he'd sooner suffer his chafed skin than to strip naked and have the Warrior of Light's hands all over his body.
Though, admittedly, the chafing was getting to him.]
You should continue to attend Aymeric. 'Twould seem he needs such attention.
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[ Aymeric pulls what he was wearing for underwear on- the leather shorts- before stepping outside the tent.]
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Listen to him! He's fine now.
Besides, you needn't be shy, I'm quite adept at it! I've had plenty of practice with tense-shouldered elderly men across the realm.
[Clearly, that means it was perfectly innocent, and that there was absolutely no ass grabbing or blatant propositioning.]
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Little am I one to pass judgment on those you choose to bed, Yenh, but scant do I find comfort in you comparing me to tense-shouldered elderly men.
[Mayhap he wouldn't think that was implying something sexual, when it's clearly not, but with Aymeric's line of questioning earlier, his mind is a little preoccupied with such thoughts.]
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So quick to jump to conclusions. [It's funny because he's a dragoon.] I'm not trying to bed you, Estinien. Least of all with that attitude. If naught else, you go in the tent alone and tend to your own ails! 'Tis warm in there, and there's stiff drink.
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[He says with a side-long glance at Aymeric. At least he has himself covered—somewhat.]
But if you speak true... then I may acquiesce.
[The cold is biting, and him stubbornly wearing his armor hasn't afforded him many favors.]
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[Though she doubts she would have barged in to begin with, much less attempted to storm out like a big prude.]
[She gestures toward the tent, the smile not leaving her face.]
It is all yours, my friend.
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There's a hesitance in how he looks from Yenh to the tent, as if there's a lack of trust (there is), but he wordlessly makes his way over regardless. The heat is welcoming at least, and it makes taking his armor off that much more rewarding. Though, he's not as shameless as Aymeric, and focuses far more on his bracers, boots, and helmet, before exposing himself completely.
Or at all, really. He's still skeptical of what he's stumbled into, but they seem intent on keeping him here, and mayhap the siren's call of easing his aching skin and muscles has captivated him for the moment, against his better judgment.
A massage does sound nice...]
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I hope we left enough drink for you! And that the oil suffices. I wished for lanolin, but prices are prohibitive at present.
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Estinien... May I enter? 'Tis awfully cold out here.
[Ordinarily he would just assert himself, but he figures that he's on an awful lot of thin ice. Best not to break it.]
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Aye.
[He places the drachen mail down, glancing to the entrance of the tent.]
You may enter as well, Warrior of Light.
[He's certain she's cold too. She barely has meat on her bones, after all.]
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Thank you, my friend. I would suffer the cold for your comfort, but this is enormously appreciated.
[She decides to wait and see if he asks for a massage on his own. Yenh is not going to push her luck.]
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This should steal the ache from your skin and warm your gut, my friend. [It was evident that some sips had been taken already, but there was still most of the bottle left. Wanna get weird, Estinien?]
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[Fortunately for Estinien, he isn't completely naked. He still has his under armor pants on, but the rest of him is laid bare before them. Of course, that meant all his scars from battles long since past were there for them to gaze upon at their leisure.]
'Twould do much more than that, Aymeric.
[Like settle him in this queer situation he's found himself in. So, naturally, he takes the bottle handed to him and takes a generous swig of it. He waits a moment, considering whether he wants to give into the idea of getting a massage or not.
His decision is made clear as he strips the last part of his clothing off, and he lays down on his stomach. It's not as if he can apply the salve to his own back, after all.]
If you truly wish to aid me and mine aches, then do as you wish. Show me how skilled you truly are.
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[Not letting him have time to second-guess his decision for one Heroic Special Massage, Yenh moves into place at once. She drizzles the oil onto Estinien's spine, taking the opportunity to at least glance along his body. It was true that she had no intent to sleep with him, but she figures she's allowed to look where she's going.]
[Unlike with Aymeric, who all but demanded an ass-massage, Yenh decides she'll start with his upper back. And, of course, she is not at all surprised if she finds that his muscles are tighter than a Gordian Spring.]
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[Aymeric's eyes are glued to Estinien's topless form and Yenh's hands dancing over his skin. Estinien can't very well drink in his position, so he plucks it from beside his friend. He presses the liquor bottle to his lips as he whispers a quick prayer. He can feel heat welling inside him, something that he can name and place though is wholly reluctant to do either.]
[His cock twitches.]
Not bad, eh, Estinien?
[He rearranges his sitting position to thigh-upon-thigh to give himself a bit more room to hide his erection.]
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So much so, he cannot help himself when he lets out a groan as those agile hands work over his upper back. Muscles which feel like stone slabs start to loosen up to her touch, but only a bit. This is years worth of stress and use being rubbed out, and it'll take a bit more determination than that to get them to melt into puddy.
Through Yenh's administrations, however, Estinien finds the relief stirring something else. Something lower.
It's his dick.
However, he's keen to ignore it, like he always does, but it doesn't make it any less alarming that having someone work over his back is bringing that sort of excitement to him. He's focusing so much on willing his erection away, that he doesn't even hear Aymeric.]
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[Once his muscles are warmed up, she hones in on extra tense and stubborn points, leaning into them for some deep tissue release. She whispers for him to take deep breaths, and glances up at Aymeric in that pause.]
[The point of this isn't to put on a show, but she suspects it is one for him, anyway. Her expression as she looks at the Lord Commander is completely, tellingly neutral.]
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His expression is one of clear suffering. He's forced to shift his legs for comfort, but rearranges them to try to continue to conceal his erection. It's not working. He takes another swig of booze, then puts it down as his world begins to swim. He places a hand over himself to cover his obvious hard-on, though it only calls attention to his problem. His voice comes quietly]
...I would say that he's enjoying himself, then.
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Enough.
[However, he doesn't seem to be getting up, despite his claim. WHATEVER COULD BE THE REASON?]
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[Now there are two handsome nude men with erections in her shitty little shack, and she isn't allowed to do a damned thing about it. Nor will they. She is reminded once again that life can be so bitterly cruel.]
[Yenh pretends she isn't herself suffering from some arousal, glad she has no dick to betray her in such a way.]
For now. But I insist that I do this for you again another time, Estinien—you've years upon years of tension that cry for undoing. [Some places more urgently than others.]