[post-heart rate - visitors in ishgard]

[peacetalks]

[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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[peacetalks]

[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]

[eggstinction]

[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.]

[peacetalks]

[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]

[eggstinction]

[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.

[peacetalks]

[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.

[eggstinction]

[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.

[peacetalks]

[keeps kissing a path along his jaw to his neck]

I have been... thinking about you, often. Ever since I returned. Late at night, I find myself...

[huffs softly, embarrassed]

... thinking about how it felt when you took me. And... how I might be able to receive more of you.

[eggstinction]

[traces a single claw along aymeric's spine, up to cup the back of his head.]

And now you have me here. What conclusions did your thinking bring you to?

[peacetalks]

[shivers faintly, his eyelids lowering]

If you would be patient with me... I greatly desire to feel all of you pulsing inside of me.

[licks his lips, chuckling]

I suppose you could say I've been practicing.

[eggstinction]

[glances at his mouth, caught by the movement]

Fetch whatever you require and join me on your bed. I could open you with nothing but time and patience, with fingers and mouth... but you have sparked my curiosity. What rival act plays my part in your imaginings? How fruitful was your practice?