[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.]

Comments

[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.