Aymeric's grip tightens just a little and a grumbling noise of protest escapes him before he quite comes to his senses and snap out of his easy doze. There's a flicker of something like sheepishness in his expression as he fully opens his eyes and loosens his arms again to allow Estinien to move if he wishes.
"You needn't leave, if you have no pressing business elsewhere," he offers, tone casual but the tiniest hint of pleading sneaking into his expression "the bed is more than comfortable enough for two..."
He wants to beg, but his hard-won composure holds him back from embarrassing himself quite so badly, even as he worries that if Estinien leaves he'll never come back. He's not the type of person you can hold onto that tightly, though, Aymeric can see that already, he has to be allowed to return on his own terms...
Aymeric would just really like to enjoy this a little bit longer before he has to wait for that return.
For a few seconds, leaving the warmth of this bed, of Aymeric's arms, is utterly unthinkable. Why would he be anywhere else? There is aught on the star worth seeing, worth doing, more than this - cool eyes staring up at him sleepily, warm arms wreathing his torso. And so, he lingers a moment more, caught in the feeling, the daydream of being the sort of person who can forge a lasting bond, who might see a future in finally seeing color.
He shifts, pressing his face, briefly, into Aymeric's hair, leaving a kiss on his crown.
"There is pressing business," he says, certain-sounding enough that it feels less like he is trying to lie. Like the sudden patter of his heart is anything but. He should say no more. Leave it at that. No room to stumble further down this precarious path, not when he must focus himself so wholly elsewhere.
Except... he can't. Much as he should, he cannot burn this bridge.
"Call on me, should you need me 'fore I find you next."
Because he knows, as much as he shouldn't, he will be back to look into those eyes, to wind himself into those arms. To feel comfort.
There's something about the way Estinien lingers, about the press of lips to his hair, that soothes the growing uncertainty in Aymeric's mind. That is not the manner of a man who has had his satisfaction and lost interest, surely.
All the same, he finds it doubtful that Estinien speaks truthfully, for what pressing business could call him away that he hadn't already accounted for? He doesn't call him on it, though, just allows him his excuses and draws away, untangling himself further from Estinien lest he give into temptation to hold fast to him again.
He smiles, warm and just faintly relieved.
"I will." He says easily, a whisper of mischief touching his smile "Though our competition is at an end, I have no desire to be done with you, Estinien Varlineau."
Perhaps he should have played it more casually, he doesn't want to scare him away and yet... and yet Estinien has to know that the chase isn't over, that Aymeric will continue to pursue him. He'll let him loose, but he doesn't think he'll ever be able to quite let him go entirely, not now he's had this.
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Aymeric's grip tightens just a little and a grumbling noise of protest escapes him before he quite comes to his senses and snap out of his easy doze. There's a flicker of something like sheepishness in his expression as he fully opens his eyes and loosens his arms again to allow Estinien to move if he wishes.
"You needn't leave, if you have no pressing business elsewhere," he offers, tone casual but the tiniest hint of pleading sneaking into his expression "the bed is more than comfortable enough for two..."
He wants to beg, but his hard-won composure holds him back from embarrassing himself quite so badly, even as he worries that if Estinien leaves he'll never come back. He's not the type of person you can hold onto that tightly, though, Aymeric can see that already, he has to be allowed to return on his own terms...
Aymeric would just really like to enjoy this a little bit longer before he has to wait for that return.
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He shifts, pressing his face, briefly, into Aymeric's hair, leaving a kiss on his crown.
"There is pressing business," he says, certain-sounding enough that it feels less like he is trying to lie. Like the sudden patter of his heart is anything but. He should say no more. Leave it at that. No room to stumble further down this precarious path, not when he must focus himself so wholly elsewhere.
Except... he can't. Much as he should, he cannot burn this bridge.
"Call on me, should you need me 'fore I find you next."
Because he knows, as much as he shouldn't, he will be back to look into those eyes, to wind himself into those arms. To feel comfort.
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There's something about the way Estinien lingers, about the press of lips to his hair, that soothes the growing uncertainty in Aymeric's mind. That is not the manner of a man who has had his satisfaction and lost interest, surely.
All the same, he finds it doubtful that Estinien speaks truthfully, for what pressing business could call him away that he hadn't already accounted for? He doesn't call him on it, though, just allows him his excuses and draws away, untangling himself further from Estinien lest he give into temptation to hold fast to him again.
He smiles, warm and just faintly relieved.
"I will." He says easily, a whisper of mischief touching his smile "Though our competition is at an end, I have no desire to be done with you, Estinien Varlineau."
Perhaps he should have played it more casually, he doesn't want to scare him away and yet... and yet Estinien has to know that the chase isn't over, that Aymeric will continue to pursue him. He'll let him loose, but he doesn't think he'll ever be able to quite let him go entirely, not now he's had this.