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It was bound to happen eventually.

Who: Aymeric and Yenh
What: They're gonna bang, probably.
When: Sometime after the Feast.
Where: The castle, then Yenh's shacking-up shack.
Warnings: Sex, most probably.

[It had all become rather routine now. Not in a bad way, really. But, in the past weeks he had purchased himself some clothing to blend in better. He had established his comings and goings. And for now, he decided that it was pertinent to keep his head down. Gathering the Mistress' ire was certainly foolish.

Once his shift was over, he hurried to the dorms to change, and then try to catch Yenh at the end of her day. He was dressed unusually- Not in general, simply in relation to the ceremonial garb or the thong that he's been breaking in for a couple weeks. This was a fairly simple tunic, cut in panels and tailored handsomely around his torso. He wore leggings in a cream color with a pair of soft leather boots. He looked almost like a regular citizen, aside from being a full head taller than most of the men puttering in the village.

Nearly fifty paces away he catches sight of her silhouette and tell-tale red hair.]

Yenh!

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[Yenh had already noticed him before she caught his attention—hard not to with his height, and all. She has a ceramic jug slung around her shoulder on a string that sloshes thickly when she breaks into a jog to close the gap.]

[Her eyes are bright and pleased as they make their way up to the top of him.]

There's a handsome- ly made outfit! Where are you going, ser?

[He laughs at the little stutter-step in where her words were going.]

Why, thank you. I find it a wonderful change from my usual uniform; I can jog with dignity. Anyroad, I have arrived. I thought I might catch you here. Would you care for a hand?

[Even as he asks, he reaches for the ceramic jug.]

...What is this substance?

[She easily slips out of the way of his grabby hand. Despite seeing him in a thong half the time, it feels a step too far into ridiculousness to allow the Lord Commander of Ishgard to courtesy-carry parcels around when she's perfectly up to the task.]

Soup! One of the alchemist's clients sent me off with extra after I finished a delivery.

There's enough for two... presuming that you aren't terribly hungry. [She punctuates that with a playful smile.]

They feed me well enough. Our meals are hardly luxurious, but it wouldn't be the first time I've eaten sausages of mysterious composition. [He allows her to dodge, making no counter for it.]

I had assumed it would be the liquid of a hundred pig bladders or some such. [Fool, he has no idea how much liquid is even in an organ like that.] Yet if you are asking me to sit with you for a meal, that would make me very happy.

[At that, she snickers.]

Oh, no, no, no. If I had a jar of pig piss, you would have known and run the other way by now. [A beat passes before her body tenses up. Maybe it's too rude to use words like piss around him? It's not like he's never heard it before, or would wilt in outrage at a very mild rude word, but out of her mouth??? And in the same breath as a dinner date????? Yenh laughs a fluttery laugh of surprise with herself, whether or not Aymeric joins in.]

Sorry. Yes, I'm extending you an invitation, though I may have put off my own appetite.

[ He laughs, because a bit of crass humor is fun to hear out of her, and because she's laughing, too. He chuckles the word "piss" under his breath. ]

After all you've been through, I would have figured your stomach would be stronger than that! I suppose you are still a lady at heart then?

[ Yenh raises her eyebrows sky high at him, tilting her head toward him even as she steps along the path toward home. All she can think of doing is teasing him for that lady comment, so she lets herself indulge it. More politely. ]

Yes, of course. I faint at the sight of blood. Didn't you know?

But truly: it smells vile! I don't wish to associate my wonderfully free soup with that.

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I'm sure you've mucked about in all the bodily humours by now— as we all have, I'm afraid. I've had to eat my supper in all sorts of unpleasant conditions. Can't allow the body to get weak, after all.

[He laughs into his knuckles]

Enough of that, either way. What sort of soup have you chanced upon?

Forest vegetable soup! T'was a thoughtful gift. I wonder how many vegetables will be recognizable and how many won't?

[ The Warrior of Light has profound questions. ]

[ They are, at least, coming close to her cottage. Gods forbid this devolves into commentary and comparisons on specific vegetables. ]

Only one way to find out, I suppose. ...As long as there aren't any of those particular mushrooms. You know the ones I mean. [The very, very dick shaped ones.]

[He glances up, eager for a new subject. The cottage was certainly different than it once was. With curiosity he keeps his eyes level on the door. It does indeed have the proper inscription on it.]

Tell me, could you even name all of your titles if you had to? It seems you gain new ones by the day... [His hand grazes the plaque.]

How have you been enjoying your new quarters?

I could not, though this is the first of its kind. [ But let's face it, there's probably at least a couple rumors floating around Eorzea that are more sexual in nature. At this point, she can't imagine how there aren't. Yenh shifts her weight back on her heels and crosses her arms in a thoughtful and patient way, letting Aymeric meditate about the plaque and her new home. Though there is the fact that she can't open the door when his big ol' Elezen body is in the way, so there's that. ]

I confess to... some guilt for having the luxury of four sturdy walls and a proper floor, when others still must live in shacks. Yet it is a welcome improvement, and not as though I could invite all of my fellow "outliers" to live in it.

[As someone who has lived his entire life in sturdier walls than most other Ishgardians, he feels some slight discomfort. Sure he wanted to change that, improve the lives of his fellow men, yet he hadn't yet. Not really. Ishgard's poverty was as shameful as it was rampant. He gets caught in his own thoughts for just a moment too long.]

And we are hardly in a position to change that, unfortunately. Perhaps someday.

[He pushes the door open, finally allowing them passage.]

[The title plate is certainly the best backdrop to contemplate the woes of the lowborn.]

[Yenh slips in, setting the jug on the table. The cottage is indeed modest, but a huge step up from the shack just in the fact that it has such luxuries as: a floor, a ceiling that doesn't leak, and walls that actually block out wind.]

[Not to mention that it's now divided up into two rooms, so she has an actual private sleeping space separate from where she can drop the nonsense she has scavenged from Apparently Everywhere, and entertain guests. Which is what she is trying to do now, by grabbing bowls and spoons out of the kitchenized area of said strewn nonsense.]

Please, do make yourself at home! I shall set the table.

[Aymeric has still barely gotten used to this world's dollhouse-feeling furniture. He sits in one of her kitchen chairs feeling much like a cricket, his knees touching the underside of the table. He'd always been decently average height, but now...

He looks at all of her scavenged things with interest. What sort of this-and-that would catch the Warrior of Light's interest? ...He could not find a common thread. Was she just a manic collector? What an odd thing to know about her.]

Ah, thank you. This is much better than the shack. [He finds himself fiddling with his sleeve hems as he waits for her to set the table and serve him. He had not yet grown used to this kind of thing from her.]

Do you happen to have any tea?

I believe I do! [She sets the mismatched dinnerware down at their place settings, and then immediately about-faces back to the kitchenette.]

[She pokes through the bundles and jars.]

Tea, tea... [She opens a jar and sniffs it. The aroma is almost definitely tea, rather than part of an unfinished errand for the potionmaker.] Ah! Yes. Here it is. I'll put the kettle on.

[She looks around.] I do have a kettle, don't I?

[He looks around the room, unable to discern if she has one at all.]

Well, have you ever made a pot of tea before? [He looks slightly concerned. Who loses an object like that, or isn't sure at all if she would have one?]

Yet it wouldn't be the first time I've boiled water in a tin cup, if that is what we must do.

[He wonders if he should ask if she has any sweeteners. She... She must, right? She huddles over pots and fires all day. And who wouldn't have a bit of sugar if they had tea?]

And a spot of syrup, perhaps? [He asks in a tone that implies that he will not be heartbroken is the answer is no]

[Yenh crosses her arms and tilts her head as she searches her memory.]

I may have bartered it away. [At least he offered her a perfectly serviceable solution. Trying to seem like less of a terrible disaster of a person, she finds a tin cup and kneels down to light the stove.] As for the syrup, I do! I add it to my morning porridge.

[Yenh bites her lip as she finishes stoking the flames. It's a little embarrassing to admit, so she figures out how to cushion it.]

I don't drink much tea at all. But I remembered that you do, and so keeping a supply seemed like a proper gesture of friendship. [No, that's still just embarrassing and weird to say.]

[He chuckles into his palm as he watches her. He didn't envy her, having to entertain with odds and ends at her disposal.]

Perhaps I should purchase a kettle for you... Oh- [As he seems to remember something] How embarrassing, with all the excitement, I've forgotten to bring you a house-warming gift. Pray allow me to do so next time you bring me over.

[He gives her a warm, heartened smile when she mentions that she keeps the tea around for him.] How incredibly thoughtful! Yenh... [He punctuates that with another fox-faced grin.]

[She can't even bear to look at him as she laughs airily and prepares the tea. Yenh waves a hand as if to clear away a wave of embarrassment that she can't quite explain. It's not like she usually feels uncomfortable calling people friends.]

[Maybe because he's Usually In Charge, so to speak? The dynamic is all wrong. ... Or maybe because she's bad at being anything but the Warrior of Light for Aymeric.]

I-I'll gladly accept the kettle! And I promise not to bargain it away!

How silly to give you a gift that you would use primarily for me. The last time I purchased a house-warming gift it went entirely unused. [He sits very properly, entirely more mannerly than is probably even a little necessary.]

'Twas a pair of chairs for Estinien's otherwise entirely-barren home. One time an invitation was sent by a messenger, and upon seeing the bereft house, he believed that Estinien had been robbed blind. 'Twas a very short investigation for the Temple Knights.

[ She bursts into tittling laughter. ]

I'm unsurprised to learn that. He seems even less the sort to keep house than I am. [ Now for the hard part: adding leaves. How... how strong does he like his tea.. ]

[ Yenh decides to stop being stupid about this. She brings the jar and a cheesecloth baggie over to him, holding them out helplessly. ] How much shall I put in this?

I'll not slander Estinien too much more today, but I have a veritable stash of these tales. Catch me when I've had my glasses of wine, I'm liable to tell another.

[He takes a generous pinch, purposefully dropping a few leaves until it seems about right to him, then tucks the leaves into the little baggie. He makes a little sigh-laugh as he looks back up at her.]

You truly don't drink any tea... Yet you have so much energy! What is your secret, Yenh?

[ Yenh flicks the baggie as she tries to get a sense of how much it should have in it going forward. Now at last, she can get him the hot water and syrup and then this whole ridiculous incident can be forgotten. ]

I've a natural surplus of stamina, that's all!

[He laughs, placing his jaw in his hand.] Is that why you're the "Master of Seduction?"

[As much as he only intended to keep that jest a light-hearted one between friends, he can feel the aura of stepping into something new. Something odd. He bites his lip.]

Mine apologies, that's... hardly appropriate.

[ Yenh laughs it off, or starts to- it abruptly falls away both due to his reaction and her own feelings. Well, desires, really, and if left to fester, she knows too-well how badly they can get tangled up. Better to cut it loose now. ]

[ After placing the tea in front of him, she pauses there. The idea of being forward, like she would with an equal, just seems so wrong here. He is the one with the weight of isolationism still only rolling off his nation's shoulders. So she gives him that weird uncertain look before sitting on the table beside him. The stiffness remains in her posture, but she pushes to at least sound more casual. ]

In part, aye. [ She crosses her legs at the ankle. Her stare is still fixed on him. ] But I'm also well-experienced. Whatever it took to win by being the best lover possible to complete strangers... I did it, gladly.

what if instead of sex they just discuss tax policies for 200 comments

that sounds perfect

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