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[peacetalks]

"Pray speak your piece, and I shall return it anon."

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[peacetalks]

[aymeric sets down his tea and pulls her into his arms, holding her gently yet closely, one hand at the back of her head and the other around her waist]

I cannot blame you for such. Yet I bid you believe me when I say I love you dearly, with all my heart, with all I have to offer. That has not changed, and, Fury willing, it shall never change.

[menphina]

[ Oh. She relaxes, moving her arms around his back and squeezing him tightly. Every moment with him she cherishes as though it were her last, and she presses her cheek against his front. ]

... thank you.

[ She wants to explain it, that perhaps it's just worrying because- both of them fulfill the same role, in their own worlds. Both of them have been friends with him and all they've met, made those same bonds, seeing as the memories exist together.

It's different when it's an entirely different person, but something like this can give someone an identity crisis- it's just a good thing both Dayir and her seem to be extremely adaptable. ]

Menphina above, I must sound so insecure saying something like that. I didn't mean to put you on the spot, Aymeric.

[peacetalks]

[presses a kiss to her temple]

'Tis no burden upon me to remind you of my love. I shall say it as many times as you need. But tell me, Megumi... how do you feel about it? About Dayir?

[menphina]

Truthfully? Excited! In some world, the Warrior is a charming, strong-looking being, with a kind heart! What's not to enjoy?

[ She draws back just enough to beam at him, eyes twinkling. ]

And he knows how to cook! There may be some hope for my children and me if that means the Warrior of Light isn't a failure in the kitchen across every incarnation!


[ Yes, this is one of her takeaways... ]

[peacetalks]

[oh, you]

Are you trying to convince me that you are none of those things, by contrast? I object.

[menphina]

Nay, but it's reassuring to know that remains true. That the journey has been worth it for them, as it has for myself.

[ To have hope even after all they've been put through. ]

Oh! And Thancred is here, too! You'll probably run into him and mine uncle, as well. And... there's someone who knew me, but I didn't know him. He's very kind, though? His name is Hermes!

[peacetalks]

Someone who knew you, but you do not know them? How curious. I wonder if there are others who can shed light on the matter.

But I shall be certain to give Master Thancred my regards if I should see him. What cell block does he belong to?

[menphina]

Thancred is in Sphinx— he's actually why I posed that question to you earlier. Hermes is with him on the same team. And... he told me something that does make no sense even though I've an understanding of what he's talking about, but..

[ She frowns, looking up at him. ]

The only one who could give me an answer seems to not want to recognize me at all, despite us being cordial... and I would rather not irritate him further, if so.

[ Her ears droop as she looks aside for a moment. ]

... do you think mine actions to aid others arrogant, Aymeric?

[peacetalks]

Is that what Emet-Selch said to you? Or Zenos?

[menphina]

[ Oh, how astute... ]


... good guess. 'twas Emet-Selch. He was upset when I tried to ask after him... his friend Hythlodaeus was also in Bugbear at the time they... and he lashed out at me for trying to help. I understand he was upset, but...

[peacetalks]

He was most certainly attacking you out of some insecurity of his own, I wager. The desire and willingness to help others is a virtue, not a sin--and your intentions could not be clearer.

Which leads me to believe you were merely a convenient target for his ire, and that his true source of anger lies elsewhere.

[menphina]

Aye... better myself than another, I suppose. 'tis been hard to speak with him, though- I suppose that's to be expected, with my hand being the one to fell him. Even if he does not recall it... or me.

[ She shakes her head with a weak smile. ]

I assumed the same. I suppose I'll learn what Hermes meant, sooner or later. Shall we return to your chamber?

[peacetalks]

Aye. I think I should very much like to hold you now, in fact.

[he heads into his room with her and sits on his bed, holding his arm out for her]

[menphina]

[ Grabbing the outfits she brought and helping him put away the cups, she joins him in his room-

And moves easily onto his lap, arms around his shoulders and forehead against his, immediately purring as she does. ]

... I ought to tire you out so you can rest proper, you know. Healer's orders.

[ She doesn't sound too commanding about it though, moving in to kiss him affectionately. ]

We have to be strong without forcing it, aye?

[peacetalks]

[winds his arms around her waist and pulls her close, closing his eyes and letting out his breath before leaning into the kiss]

I'll not disobey my healer, I promise. She knows best, after all. But I must point out that you did thoroughly tire me out last night.

[menphina]

[ Ear wiggling at that. ]

Clearly I did not do it enough for a proper rest if you're still this worn out. I may just have to save seeing you in what I asked about for when you're fully energised.

[ Taking his face in her hands and nuzzling his nose. ]

The "Virgin Killer" happens to be a very interesting backless sweater. It wasn't what we thought at all!

[peacetalks]

[he make duck face )'3'(]

What is the point of having a sweater without a back...?

[menphina]

[ The cutest duck since Ser Bubblenuts! But- his question makes her smile a bit. ]


I can show you. I believe it should fit me as well as it would fit you. Unless you'd like to try it on instead?

[peacetalks]

Well, it won't smother my wings, at least. Show me?

[menphina]

[ She chuckles, then goes over to lift up the sweaters, showing him the different types. The red one is a dark blue not red. ]

The covers looked rather interesting. I couldn't fathom why they're named such, though.

[ She holds one of them out to him to examine, while holding another in front of her own front. ]

... this will be a tricky fit. Shall we try them on?

[peacetalks]

I still do not understand the point... but if you insist.

[he assumes you wear it over your clothes, so that's what he's doing]

[menphina]

Wait, Aymeric! Your shirt needs to be off. That's what the image showed!

[ Her ears lift up, eyes practically twinkling. ]

... and turn around. We can look when we've worn it!

[ She's just going to shrug herself free of her dress (she has underclothing on) and try to tug herself into it! Hmm. ]

[peacetalks]

['-' blinks, bemused, but he obeys and removes his shirt first before putting on the sweater. behold, shoulder muscles]

I am ready when you are.

[menphina]

Alright, turn around now!

[ She does as soon as she says so and.

Well, there is intense sideboob with her ample booba that's only barely staying in by grace of the bra she's wearing- which is only supporting her in place and not doing much else to hide that were she not wearing it, the sweater would only barely be keeping her decency. Her back is showing her iridescent scaling in parts and the retractable fin-wings-

But none of that matters when her boyfriend is...

Looking so stunning she forgets to breathe and gawks.

Between his own luscious chest and those broad shoulders, and oh Menphina. How. Why is he this gorgeous.

Don't mind her going completely red as she stares, ears and tail stiff in excitement. ]


... I think I know why it has that name, now.

[ Her jaw is still on the floor. ]

[peacetalks]

[judging by aymeric's expression, he's as compromised by her as she is by him. he's transfixed by her, by how the few parts of her that are hidden somehow add to the eroticism of it. for himself, he is still wearing pants, so the effect is not as strong as it could be, but his shoulders and arms are on display for her to appreciate]

... as do I.