[CLOSED] Just a good honest sex log

[heiresy]

Who: Aymeric, Estinien, and Alphinaud
What: Alphinaud's curiosity gets the best of him.
When: Midday
Where: Yenh's Cottage
Warnings: There's boning, and Alphnaud is the unwitting voyeur.



[It was timed near-perfectly. Yenh left her little seduction shack to do her apprenticeship, and Aymeric wasn't overly quiet when he told Estinien that they would need to go to the shack to "take care of his problem". Roughly an hour later, Aymeric had let the two of them into the shack. He stood, leaning against the table, looking Estinien over.]

Mine apologies that we can't be in the usual comfort of the inn, 'tis just that I have the mind to start saving for a cottage of mine own. I hope it will make this sort of... venture... more comfortable. I have missed having some honest privacy.

[He was dressed in his usual fashion while he wasn't working. Tunic, tights, boots. He liked to think he blended in well, aside from being roughly a foot taller than most other people living there.]

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[alphinerd]

[As the bed lifts, Alphinaud reflexively curls in on himself in an attempt to mask the issue currently straining against his chastity belt. It's uncomfortable in more ways than one, but at least Estinien's tone is a bit different.

Wordlessly, he takes Aymeric's hand and is careful not to step on any broken glass. But once he's back in sorts, he crosses his arms over his bare stomach and looks away at the door, ears burning in shame.]

I-I apologize, I did not mean-- It was not mine intention to listen in on something such as this. I only panicked when I heard someone come into the house, so I...

[crimsonlight]

[ And Alphinaud may see the front door open, with a figure silhouetted against the noonday light. No, two. A sheep blaps. ]

[ A combination of factors lead Yenh to conclude her house was occupied, not the least of which were the sound of voices and the smell of blood filling the tiny cottage. Yenh strides the few steps to corner the culprits, not letting go of the lead wrapped around a sheep’s neck. It only follows because she has food in a pouch on her belt. It tries to help itself. She absently pushes its nose away as she absorbs more and more of the scene. ]

[ Aymeric, wounded. Estinien, nude. Alphinaud, assuming a position to hide his boner. Lube and blood and oil and broken glass. ]

[dravanicide]

[Yenh has impeccable timing, truly. Just as Estinien goes to gently place the bed down, she comes in and distracts him.

Thus he drops it, entirely.

Good thing Alphinaud had gotten out from under it in time.

He stands, frozen, staring at Yenh, no less nude than before, no less inspired to cover himself--what would the point of it be, anyways? All present has seen him naked now.]

Yenh.

[He says it almost like a casual greeting or acknowledgment. As if she hadn't just walked in on one of the most bizarre things she could have, besides how else can you save face other than just acting like this foolishness isn't currently happening?

Exactly.]

[heiresy]

[Aymeric is already pressing his face into his hand. He can feel a headache welling up alongside the literal pain in his ass.]

Pardon our intrusion. If you will take a seat in the front room, I'll make you a cup of tea whilst we clean. Also, do you have a needle and thread?

[In an effort to seem casual, he had taken his hand off his wound. Along with the quick movement and the rush of adrenaline, blood is now exiting his wound more vigorously. He notices this and claps his hand firmly over the wound again pretty uselessly.]

[alphinerd]

Y-Yenh...!

[Now caught by not one, not two, but three people doing what he wasn't supposed to do, Alphinaud feels an even hotter flush of shame rise up his neck and to his cheeks. More than that, he is suddenly very aware of the discomfort in his shorts, and he moves his hands to cover any unfortunate bulges.

And then he notices Aymeric's wound, the flush making way for a mild look of horror. Estinien's claws had done that?]

A-ah, let me heal that for you...

[crimsonlight]

[ Well. ]

[ Well, at least this explained a few things about objects moving and what she had feared was a drinking problem of her own, given liquor would disappear and reappear without explanation. The Warrior of Light bursts out laughing, startling her wooly companion enough that it tries to run back out the door. She holds onto its lead, giving Aymeric’s wound a look as she shakes her head to banish her amusement. ]

Gods, I’ve full rights to give you all an earload, but I shall decline. The needle and thread are in the kitchen cupboard in a broken cup behind the painted brick. [ It is a brick someone painted, yes. ]

[ Instead of taking Aymeric’s invitation, she looks at Alphinaud, not entirely sure what to make of his presence, except to assume this was instructional. ] Estinien has many virtues and wondrous talents, but I must beg you not to take cues from him in the arena of the bedroom.

[dravanicide]

[WAY TO THROW HIM UNDER THE CHOCOBO, YENH...

Estinien ignores Yenh's otherwise scathing remark to someone who might care about such trivialities, and silently makes his way to where the needle and thread should be. Seeing to Aymeric's wound is way more of an appealing task, than to carry on with this conversation or situation.

The sooner they can all forget about this embarrassing farce, the better. The only further acknowledgement he offers to any of them is to Aymeric, where he waves him on to follow. Leaving behind The Mess, as well as the shattered glass, oil, and blood for Yenh to deal with.]

[heiresy]

Estinien is a perfectly competent lover! He merely made a slip of the claw. But... Thank you, for your understanding. We needed someplace private– And freely available. I've been trying to save up my coin for a similar sort of home. [For all his composure, he was noble blooded, and could not hide the disdain in his voice calling such a shanty shack a home]

Alphinaud, you've your healing magicks in this place? [ That sounded infinitely better than a needle, not that he hasn't had to receive field stitches in the past. So, it was nothing new.]

[alphinerd]

I-I am most certainly not taking cues--

[The sputter is loud and less indignant than he'd hoped it would be, but it makes him lift a hand to rub his face all the same. He's going to die from blushing, at this rate.

Aymeric's question draws him from his embarrassment, and he very nearly answers with an automatic 'yes'... until he remembers where he is, and presses his lips together tightly.] I... N-no, I do not. I'd forgotten.

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh raises her eyebrows at Alphinaud’s declaration, leaving aside that he’d forgotten that their magicks had been sealed. She understood; even now, she found herself occasionally trying to set things on fire or use cures of her own. ]

There’s no call to be ashamed, Alphinaud. I merely think taking cues from Aymeric would be the wiser course.

[ And to Aymeric, she manages not to wink. It’s a tough effort but she manages to put enough of her hero persona on to cover the Intense Innuendo that she is shouting in her head and heart. It helps that there are far more proper topics to resort to. ... kind of.]

Spare your coin; this place suffices well enough. I can be asked to leave as necessary.