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[welcome to the holy see of ishgard.

the sky is overcast, as it always is, and there's a light flurry of snow covering everything. people walk about in heavy furs, breath fogging in the air. the streets are grey cobblestone, and tall and imposing stone buildings loom amidst wooden structures--some still in the midst of repair, although for the most part the structural damage from the end of the dragonsong war has been mitigated. the spires of a massive cathedral can be seen in the distance, towards the center of the city.

statues, too, are found in every square; the most prominent amongst them of a commanding-looking woman bearing a spear and a shield. people murmur quick prayers to her as they pass her by. "thank the fury," they say, as they mill about. there are some soldiers around wearing thick chainmail, though no one looks especially on edge. in fact, despite the chill in the air and the greyness of the sky, people look... normal. it's fair to say that the majority of them are elezen, tall individuals with pointed ears, though there are a few who look more "human". and once in a while, you might even see a young dragon flitting about.

the aetheryte plaza, where there stands a large glowing blue crystal, is most likely near where you ended up. with a bit of asking around, you can learn of a few choice locations--the forgotten knight, a prominent tavern known for their hot mulled cider; the brume, a collection of dwellings where the lower class tend to congregate; the skysteel manufactory, a workshop which develops constructs and other magitek; the chocobo stables; and the congregation of our knights most heavenly, aka the headquarters of the temple knights. you can go further into the city too, though it's probably pretty obvious where you'd find info about aymeric around here...]

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[brushes his tail across the back of aymeric's legs]

Only to be sure to keep the head of the fish. The collar and the cheeks are full of meat.

Ah, very good. I do think he'll discover that for himself, but I shall pass it along nevertheless.

[... but he seems disinclined to move away from moon at the moment]

[twines his tail further around one leg, which is totally and definitely helpful for walking]

Considering the effort to remove the head, I doubt he will miss the muscles.

[aymeric's eyelids lower as he sidles closer to moon]

He's quite good at what he does. And I've no doubt 'twill be an excellent dinner for us.

Did he happen to say when dinner would be ready?

A few hours, most likely. The sun is yet high, and he's much to do, so we'll be left to our own devices until then.

[brushes his lips over aymeric's cheek]

Plenty of time, then. Will you show me more of your home?

[his eyelids lower, tilting into that touch]

Shall I... show you my room?

[smiles, skimming his fangs across aymeric's jaw when he speaks]

Please do.

[shivers, glancing at moon with heat in his gaze for a moment before taking his hand and guiding him towards the stairs]

'Tis just upstairs.

[aymeric's bedroom is clean and tidy, and at first glance is not filled to the brim with personal details--but there are a few things that stand out. the pillow on his bed that has a perfectly cat-shaped indentation on it; the suit of armor on a stand next to the fireplace; the large two-handed sword he'd worn in heart rate above the fireplace; a small desk next to the window, with what look like unfinished letters scattered about; an old, cracked wooden bow leaning against a corner; and perhaps most curious, scuff marks on the window sill as though it's been used as an entrance/exit more than a few times.]

[...raises an eyebrow at the windowsill]

Should I keep an ear open for visitors, treasure?

Hm? Oh--

[he glances at the window sill and chuckles]

Nay, not... not likely. An... old friend of mine used to visit that way, but he's not come by in quite a while. 'Tis just you and I.

[slips two arms around his waist, leaning against his side to kiss his cheek. it's too easy to see echoes of his own loneliness around aymeric— lovers and friends that are away, the double pressure of scrutiny and duty, a home of one —but. but maybe moon is projecting.]

You should tell me of him, later. Of your work and your life too, now that there is so much more time than ten days.

[aymeric leans into the touch, eyelids lowering, his own hands coming up to rest on moon's chest]

Aye... there is much I would tell you. And I would hear more from you, as well.

[brings his other arms up to draw him into a full embrace]

I will tell you as much as you will listen. I will let you to know things that have not been spoken of in centuries.

[softly, reverently]

Oh, Master Moon...

[tilts his head to lean in for a kiss]

My beautiful Aymeric.

[kisses him, of course]

[moans softly into the kiss, lips parting into it almost immediately, wanting]

[moon isn't as demanding as he was at the station, soothed by the security and intimacy of aymeric's room. there's no subordinate or schedule to rush against here and he has the whole night to revel in it. but, only not as demanding. moon answers aymeric's moan with a low rumble, quickly coaxing with tongue and fangs for even more.]

[aymeric melts into it, licking at moon's mouth and seeking out his tongue as his hands drag up moon's chest to wind his arms around his neck, pressing close--clearly wanting, hungry and eager for everything moon has to offer]

[moon's rumble becomes a hummed snatch of dragonsong, wordless but ringing with praise. it's endearments he doesn't need to spare his mouth or any pause for. even his tail snakes out to wrap around aymeric's waist, keeping him held close and freeing up a set of hands to start tugging at sashes and buttons.]

[aymeric shifts to help moon undress him, tossing his clothes off in a heap. he paws at estinien's chest, trying to likewise drag his clothing free enough to touch bare skin]

[six arms is more four sleeves than moon feels like fighting with, so he just lets his robes hang open, folding aymeric into them when he wraps his arms around him again.]

Here we are. I missed your touch.

[I JUST REALIZED I WROTE ESTINIEN IN THAT LAST TAG

well done me

aymeric sighs into moon's embrace and kisses at his jaw]

As did I... Master Moon, I've a confession to make. A rather... salacious one, if I'm being honest.

[AYMERIC'S NOT GETTING THAT LUCKY

tips his head up, humming when aymeric's kisses brush the edge of where his carapace meets his jaw]

Salacious, really...? I am listening.

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