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Shoves his hand beneath his beloved’s shirt. “You’ve but a handful of moments ere I rip this to shreds lest you take it off yourself.” / @referentblood
“ oh ! “ he starts in surprise , though perhaps he shouldn’t . “ what’d my shirt ever do to you , my love ? “ he relaxes , and then smiles . “ you can rip it , i don’t mind . “
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icon cute
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what the fuck kind of moisturizer aymeric use to make sure he doesn’t have chapped skin from the temperature outside
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speciosuspoematis:
@referentblood //
Flustered staring.
equally flustered stare back .
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aymeric de baby girl
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verse : amaurot . ( note : this is of course tied together with @ritterblood & @drachenblood‘s amaurot verse )
born to the city of amaurot , it’s all that atlas has ever known . it was the powerhouse of their star , the place for anyone who is anyone to be , and atlas was no exception to the cities expectations . he strove to be that which was respected & admired , but atlas was but a pebble with the rest of the world amongst boulders that let none rise above their monumentous shadow . many were the paragons of their city , the protectors of the flock of pebbles that strove daily for excellency in matters of intellect and creation magicks – and atlas’ passion lay elsewhere , ever wandering towards the shadows for those who remained left in the dust along with him .
to everyones incredulity , it was the hall of stewards which called him home . a long since forgotten relic of a not too forgotten past , it’s ranks filled out with the need to protect & defend , it did not offer the prestige that other places might have – and what a strange notion , that so smart a citizen would instead put mind to blade & shield , when all their defense could come from the magick they created .
atlas did flourish amongst his comrades in the hall of stewards , a strong spirit met with kindred souls . until he was asked to place his strength at higher proving grounds , plucked from the best of stewards to stand as aid to the convocation .
directly under shadow did atlas fall , but he did so without questioning . if giving aid to the convocation to water the roots of their edict was what was willed , he’d rather it was him than any other capable soul within the hall of stewards .
it’s there that he learned of the quaking world . he learned of death and destruction , of fear and suffering . he learned of plans , what those plans entailed , and with that new-made fear in his shaking soul did he give word to his most precious companions .
with the summoning of zodiark , the sacrifice of half their people , atlas counted his lucky stars that they were not his most beloved philotes & achilles . when they spoke of trying again , sacrificing anew , atlas knew that he would not be so lucky .
he abandoned his city , and his people , defecting in hopes of finding allies to push against the horror of losing any other that they had lost . he aided those who would summon hydaelyn , keeping them from falling to any harm , before the sundering began and split into 13 shards .
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drachenblood:
“Hm, less so ser these days as well you know when a man far better than I assumed my mantle.” For all their jesting is it a comfort to once more be within his beloved’s arms. ‘Tis as they say for time and distance has indeed man him over fond. “Nigh a moon away and the first thing you do is invite me to your bed? What would your fellow highborn say?”
“ what would they say , indeed ? “ mischief sparks in his eyes , lifting his tired arms to hold estinien’s back , keeping them both tight and close . he smiles , bright as a sun , and leans to kiss estinien’s poor head . “ the scandalous lord speaker in his sexy night gown seducing a man at night .how shameless , he even let his hair show with no night cap . “
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< it is dangerous to go alone take this > the this ? sewer skink.
"what manner of draconic beast be this?"
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drachenblood:
Even sleep addled is his Aymeric dangerous, yet he’ll take his bruises all the same. with more care than usual does he wrap his fingers about a fistful of a far too fancy nightgown and pull his beloved close. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, Lord Speaker?”
“ i was , but some strange sound woke me up . almost like a dragoon , shuffling through the window . “ his tone is teasing , his words accusatory , and his body melting right against estinien’s . a sigh leaves his lips before he can help it , immediately soothed by his beloved’s strong body against his . “ shouldn’t you be in bed with me , ser estinien ? “
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until the heavens fall . until our very last breath .
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uh oh sisters! biscuits’ in the ha.nnigrah.am tags again
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