why don't you figure my heart out?

[revolutionne]

master post for homoerotic subtext (and a cat)

➤ AU Info Dump

01. Aymeric nearly gets eaten by a dragon, good thing Estinien is there. Then they get piss drunk a month later, the truest form of friendship.
02. Going to a party and subsequently missing most of the party, only to get kicked out and have Feelings. Cameo by the cat.
03. Estinien recovers from his recent dragon battle and is clearly suffering from PTSD, but Ishgard is ill-equipped to deal with it. Aymeric tries, though. Also totally platonic cuddling. (Cat is suspicious.)

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The fresher scabs on Estinien's body are looking a bit less inflamed this morning, and his eyes are more alert. He doesn't have the energy to sit up without purpose, so he stays on his side, looking up at Aymeric with long hair strewn across the pillows. While Aymeric looks artfully tousled, Estinien looks like a wreck.

Given the fresh perspective after waking, he's even starting to feel a bit self-conscious about it. Normally he doesn't have much patience for considering other's appraisals of his appearance, but give how pathetic he's been the last few days, being a mess is starting to wear on him.

He steadies his breath, glancing away from Aymeric's face.

"Like I've survived the night..." he murmurs, feeling a bit hot in his face and shoulders, for reasons that aren't just the illness.

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Aymeric nods. The bare minimum of what they have been going for, but it is enough. Estinien has been able to rest and for that, Aymeric can be thankful.

Ser Croquembouche has needs, needs that are much more important than these two men figuring out where their relationship stands now and where the lines are between friendship and things unspoken. He yowls--yowls up at Aymeric, whose eyes widen as he looks down at his cat. That white tail swishes back and forth, eyes not pleading, but demanding.

Breakfast. It is past breakfast.

"Well...I believe someone is reminding me of the bell."

Gingerly, Aymeric pushes himself up off the mattress.

"I can have Alfred begin breakfast. Do you think that you will be able to keep something down?"

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Estinien visibly winces when Bouche starts yowling, a mixture of annoyed and relieved by the interruption. It's offensive on principle that this cat be so demanding and loud, but at least it gives Aymeric something to do besides look at him.

He's having one of those moments again, where despite all the barriers he tries to keep up, his reaction to this comes across as shy more than anything else. As ever, he resists stepping away from the wall during the dance, but for a reason besides spite and apathy this time.

Very much the opposite, in fact.

Estinien coils back a bit further, feeling more and more like there's something he needs to hide. That doesn't preclude eating, however. That's a very normal and not strange thing to do with a friend.

"I must at least try," he finally admits.

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At some point Aymeric will urge Estinien to eat, but he would not force the issue so quickly after waking up. Still, it is good to hear his agreement to attempt it, albeit stilted though it is.

Having the cat demand action is really a boon. For the next few minutes he does not have to think of how it felt to wake up next to his friend in ways any sensible person would deem more than friendly. Though Aymeric will continue to argue that it is all for the sake of Estinien's comfort, he would be a fool to admit there wasn't something he too got out of it.

Something he ought to be careful not to indulge in or rely on too often.

Aymeric turns to face Estinien again, noticing the other man has drawn back a bit more. Maybe...he really did push that line? And Estinien is either feeling too sick or too guilty to act on it--

No, no. He cannot let those thoughts get to far. Despite his habits of doubting good faith when it comes to himself, he trusts Estinien implicitly. So he will trust that the request to have Aymeric was welcomed still, until told otherwise.

"We will have something more benign to put your stomach at ease." Aymeric does fancy a little bit of sweetness most of the time, but he is happy to accommodate otherwise.

"I shall attend to Ser Croquembouche and wash up." He picks up the tray as well, including the discarded towel.

"Is there...anything that you need?"

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It's definitely nothing that Aymeric did wrong. In Estinien's mind, there is the question of whether he allowed himself too much, but he couldn't falt his friend for offering what he'd asked.

Coping with the reality of having exposed himself so thoroughly is the true issue. He'd said so much during the night, about himself and his past... more than he would have ever thought. He can't tell if it's a relief or a source of shame. He's always been reluctant to leave himself vulnerable, no matter the circumstances.

At the least, he can already guess what Aymeric would say were he to express this. That he didn't need to do this alone. That there was no shame in his thoughts or his pain. He'd said that a few times now, and maybe Estinien is getting closer to believing it.

So... what does he need?

"Just... water," he says, running his tongue over his own chapped lips. He pushed back his hair with a grimace. "...and mayhap soap."

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Aymeric nods again, smile tugging a little further on the corners of his mouth. "Both, I believe, I can provide."

Ser Croquembouche yowls again, rubbing himself back and forth in circle-eights between Aymeric's legs. He tuts, shaking his head at his cat, still impossibly fond despite the noisy demands. With that, he gives one final nod to his friend and exits the room.

Fresh water and a variety of soaps and shampoos are delivered by Aymeric rather than Alfred, as well as a fresh set of towels and a warm robe for after his bath. Aymeric, himself, as a private bath that he can use, but Estinien will find the guest bath just across the hall.

He may also find one white cat watching him from every corner for the duration of his stay when Aymeric is otherwise out of the manor.

The two men are not the only ones who have noticed something may have changed.