kingdomcomes | It's like christmas in july except just it's cold and everyone is stressed and there are no presents

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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.]

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Bandages. [ She says it at once, and then adds: ] You'll want to apply a soothing ointment, too. Mayhaps something can be found cheaply? Most 'round here seem to have the sense to dress properly.

[She smooths over the wounds and sighs. In her thoughts about feeling so useless, she stops noticing how her movements are becoming more idle and less meant to assess the wounds.]

I've contemplated throwing myself upon the mercy of the potionmaker here. She seems rough around the edges and may take some convincing to teach me, but it would be the fastest way for me to learn more about local reagents.

[He gives a couple nods, committing her words to memory]

It seems that we all have little choice but to throw ourselves upon one another in this place. [He deflates where he is, sighing.]

I can only pray now that this matter with the Snow Queen is resolved.

[She bites her lower lip, forgiving him again for every innuendo he utters.]

[Yenh realizes she has essentially been groping him, and slips her hands down to his thighs to actually massage the muscles there. Much more innocent a reason to have her hands on him, she reasons.]

Should I be the one to be sent to her side, I'll do whatever needs must.

[He figures she must be referring to the Snow Queen, though it applies to the potionmaker too. The Queen was a bit more pressing of an issue. But then, he realizes.]

You— entered the competition.

[In his Ishgardian shame, he looked very restrainedly at only who he would be directly facing off against first. Had Yenh's name borne any resemblance to his own, he might have properly seen it. Since he'd been knocked out, he could hardly bring himself to look at the rest of it. Unlike Estinien.]

... Have you won?

[She's somewhat surprised he didn't know—Yenh had seen his name, and had felt no small pang of simultaneous relief and disappointment that she would not be encountering him there.]

[Instead, she just responds with a casual, heroic air: confident, but not cocky.]

Not yet. I've still a handful of victories to secure.

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You claimed victory in your first round, though!

[He places his face in his hand and laughs]

I should have figured that you would be up to the task. I simply... Did not want to presume, nor ask such a thing of you. I can rest easy knowing that you are a part of the competition! Had I known your intentions, I would not have bothered...

Well, what's done is done. We shall strive to keep you hale and healthy whilst you face off against your opponents!

[It was a lot easier to just imagine her fighting.]

[His phrasing makes her laugh, and she digs into a knot in the back of his thigh to avoid feeling too flustered. It is like spitting on a bonfire, but here we are anyway.]

[Inevitably, she finds herself rambling.]

Pray don't misunderstand me, yet... I've been asked to risk life and limb facing every possible danger, yet you thought it too much to ask me to defeat a goddess through more peaceful means?

Or did you not imagine that I've any experience or skill in the intimate arts?

[He laughs loudly and nervously. Her directness sort of breaks any illusion that this could be about fighting]

Simply! [clears throat] Pardon, 'tis simply such a personal and intimate matter. I hadn't considered your skill.

[He hadn't dared imagine the Warrior of Light doing anything but Warrior of Light things. His cheeks are absolutely burning up. He was well out of his arena like this. Between the wonderful massage on his thighs and the absolutely harrowing turn of conversation-]

I've commanded countless men into battle, yet never one into bed. Quite a different matter, you see?

[She softens and calms herself—she remembers Ishgard's strange relationship with sexuality. For all of Aymeric's extremely liberal views about not being an isolationist nation, he is still a son of that land.]

[Yenh works her way down toward the bend of his knee.]

Aye, I suppose it is. And truly, I know I may yet meet my match in this arena. I'm no blushing virgin, but it is the first time I've... competed. I only hope that, in the event of failure, I can entrust the task to worthier hands.

[That's a more appropriate Warrior of Light thing to say, she thinks.]

Aye, 'tis the very nature of competition. Yet I would think that you are still... [he presses through on saying it] well-suited to the task. You fear not cold nor absurdity, and I know that your time in Ishgard has been abundant in both.

[Her words relax him. Enough to consider saying the thing that's been burning inside him since doing it, since even speaking to Estinien.]

Estinien mocked me for entering. Well, entering and losing. [He holds his head between his hands, happily not making any eye contact.]

He said that I was ill-prepared and that he might have helped me prepare. Yet he made it sound like something narrowly preferable over death. I'm... unsure what to do with this kind of information.

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[She cringes, carefully working her thumbs in deep along the tendons and places she knows exhaustion accumulates in the joint of the knee.]

He is Estinien. The man has seldom held any close relationship with joy or relaxation.

[Yet, he must know that. She carefully delves deeper. Conversationally, not massage-wise. She's already doing that.]

... did his words sting?

[He lets out a shallow breath.] Yes.

We traded insults until I tried to ask him something personal. I tried to provoke some truth from him and failed that, too. Surely he will forgive me soon enough, yet the way he discusses intimacy has always depressed me. It's not that I don't understand why he feels the way he does, I just I wish he could open his heart, at least to himself.

[he groans low, hips raising as she hits the joint. Guard duty in the freezing cold had stiffened his limbs more than he realized.]

[Her own breath catches, albeit for different reasons than Estinien. Yenh keeps her eyes focused on the task and conversation at hand.]

[The contents of his words really come as no surprise at all. For as much as Aymeric had never hesitated to do his duty to protect Ishgard, including in trying to kill Estinien while he was possessed by Nidhogg, she has also noticed the way the Lord Commander regards him.]

I'd like to help, then, if you'll allow it. Whether it is by aiding you with your longing, or with Estinien in the hopes of opening him up.

Or both, mayhap.

["Aiding with your longing"]

"Aiding with my longing?"

[He peers over his shoulder at her, a quizzical look on his face.]

Forgive me if this isn't the case, but, are you propositioning me?

[ She tilts her head to meet his eyes, feeling her face heat up from both his question and the full view she is afforded. ]

I- I could be. It is possible that I am. Though, if that is too inappropriate for this outsider and miqo'te to offer to someone of your station, then I am certainly not propositioning you. After all, we could- just talk through it.

[ Smooth. ]

[A few things hit him at once. He feels bad for pressing her like that- He sits up properly to face her, dragging his leather shorts to cover himself as he does. Not quite quick enough to prevent her from seeing everything, though.]

Perhaps it is wise for each of us to back away from this line of thought. I fear I've been too forward, too loose. I thank you for the ministrations, however. I am feeling much better.

[It is said cooly as he gives her a clean exit. The fault lays with him, clearly. It's alright to back out!]

It would be a grave abuse of my station to make the Warrior of Light feel pressured to take any part in this.

[ Speaking of barbed words. ]

[ Not that she thinks he means to do harm. It's clear he's trying to spare her, in fact, but it is poor comfort when she feels humiliation for letting herself get carried away. Propositioning the Lord Commander—what was she thinking? ]

[ Yenh bows her head, albeit not quickly enough to betray her own privacy. A brief view of genitals is traded for a brief view of humiliation. ]

Then, it is fortuitous that I was not suggesting any such thing.

[ I am Eorzea's blade and shield, she reminds herself, as she starts hastily repacking everything that lead her to propose something so mortal and common. ]

[He looks at her for a moment, feeling stumped. Had he misread her? He fumbles in the awkwardness, his eyes landing on the liquor that he had brought with him. He takes it up only to uncork it and hand it to her.]

Let us drink, instead, to your victory. And let us drink to the hope that you will have many more. [he gives her the most charming grin he can muster, yet it falls too quickly. He feels a pang of guilt, however. He never meant to humiliate her by turning her down. He knows what effect he might have on her by shutting her down so coldly, yet. How could they approach this?]

Listen... Yenh. I am unused to this. [He makes a sort of sweeping gesture, indicating everything.] I am unused to being stripped of my power and position; to be a common person. Like as not you may feel similarly. I do not wish to be unapproachable to you. I am not the Lord Commander, not here. Would you have offered such a thing if I had never carried my title?

[ So close to being off the hook for her indiscretion. The bottle is on her lips as he returns to the subject, so she is at least afforded an extra moment to think about her answer without it seeming too weird. ]

You are a kind and beautiful man, Aymeric. It comes as a shock to me if you are not offered such experiences by all who meet you.

[ Yenh looks down inside the bottle for more inspiration. ]

But even if it were only a matter of serving you... I am as much the champion of smallfolk as I am of the noble and powerful. The Warrior of Light does all that is asked of her.

[He bites his lip as she offers some of the sweetest words he's heard in a good, long while as a controversial politician. Aside from the sweetly spoken words accompanying the leering that he had grown used to in recent weeks.

He considers her words, trying to move quickly past the image of her standing among lalafell, looking rather tall for a change.]

I meant more... If we were just a man and a woman. Without the pulling tides of power and controversy. I know that you would do anything for anyone as the Warrior of Light, but... What if you weren't the Warrior of Light?

[He realizes what he's saying while so, so naked. Yet there is no elegant way to remedy this, so he simply pulls some blanket over his lap.]

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[ Such a direct question. The only way to answer it properly is in kind. Not that it's easy to be so forthright with someone like him. She is so used to speaking properly and politely to him that it's awkward to shift into the tone she reserves for fellow peasantry and commoners. ]

Then I would have invited you to my bed much, much sooner.

[His face is the picture of relief.]

I never thought it would be so refreshing to hear such words laid so plainly. For all of Estinien's blunt nature, he can parry words as well as any Ishgardian.

[He lowers his gaze, smiling.]

Do you think my troubles can simply be relieved with substitution? [His own words almost stun him as they fall out of his mouth. He reaches for the bottle, plucking it gently from her hands and taking a swig.]

I hardly wish to imply anything, but you seem knowledgeable in this area.

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[ It's a surprise to her to hear such a switch in tone. But it relieves her greatly—if they are back to Business, then she can at least carry on without withering under her own humiliation. ]

[ She tries not to lapse back into formality. Not yet, anyway. ]

Well... that shall depend on your own desires and needs. I am a poor substitute for the real thing, but I would not at all be offended should you think entirely of him as I pleasured you.

[ It is weird to talk to him like this, but here we are. ]

Oh, no. No! Mine apologies, I mean not to deny you. Simply put, it isn't like that with Estinien. I merely want him to recognize himself as a man beneath his helm. I... How improper to think about him while I... With you...

[He trails off, face flush anew with thoughts of the evening prior. He shakes his head.]

And would it not be disrespectful to you?

[ She's a little glad about the direct talk, weird as it may be with Aymeric. Dancing around is something she is more used to and less wants to do. ]

Only if I weren't offering myself in service. Plainly put, I wouldn't mind.

[ Yenh smiles at him, scooting in a little closer. Not intimately close. More "can reach the bottle easier" close.] Are you certain that isn't the case? I swore that I detected longing beneath your natural comcerns for your friend.

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