They're no stranger to those, considering their time spent walking across Eorzia in search of anything to give their lives meaning once more. That much they haven't said out loud, but Ysayle and Estinien are not complicated people -- for a while it had been what remained of Nidhogg, but they'd seen that through but recently, the lance that still bore traces of the dragon's corruption piercing the eyes and sending them back into aether. After there had be rumors of another dragon that needed dealing with, but the Warrior of Light had beat them to it. And with a better solution.
Which meant that they were in Kugane with no clear path ahead save for the fact that they had a dragonette in their charge. Of which Estinien is all too eager to get rid of -- hence the argument.
Only this time, when Ysayle had lost her temper with his stubbornness, she'd found herself kissing Estinien instead of doing anything sensible about it. But he'd started to kiss her back instead of shoving her away, and that only complicated the problem.
Mostly because Ysayle has no practical knowledge of how to kiss someone, or anything that follows. Not that she will tell Estinien that, no. Which translated into bumped noses, bitten lips and tongues and one time where they'd actually hit their heads together.
But they'd gotten to a room somehow, Ysayle's fingers pressed against the leather in the gaps of his armor, breathing heavily against his lips -- stained the same blue of her lipstick -- and attempts to keep him pinned against the wall.
Only-- what to do next? Knowing the vague details in theory were one thing, but she'd never acted upon a sense of need before, never had the time or desire. Hm.
There might be a too-long pause as she considers this, and then goes to the simple falconer's shirt she's wearing, undoing the laces in front of that.
Estinien can-- well, she's not sure what he's going to do. )
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dragonsung) wrote2020-08-24 06:10 pm
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They're no stranger to those, considering their time spent walking across Eorzia in search of anything to give their lives meaning once more. That much they haven't said out loud, but Ysayle and Estinien are not complicated people -- for a while it had been what remained of Nidhogg, but they'd seen that through but recently, the lance that still bore traces of the dragon's corruption piercing the eyes and sending them back into aether. After there had be rumors of another dragon that needed dealing with, but the Warrior of Light had beat them to it. And with a better solution.
Which meant that they were in Kugane with no clear path ahead save for the fact that they had a dragonette in their charge. Of which Estinien is all too eager to get rid of -- hence the argument.
Only this time, when Ysayle had lost her temper with his stubbornness, she'd found herself kissing Estinien instead of doing anything sensible about it. But he'd started to kiss her back instead of shoving her away, and that only complicated the problem.
Mostly because Ysayle has no practical knowledge of how to kiss someone, or anything that follows. Not that she will tell Estinien that, no. Which translated into bumped noses, bitten lips and tongues and one time where they'd actually hit their heads together.
But they'd gotten to a room somehow, Ysayle's fingers pressed against the leather in the gaps of his armor, breathing heavily against his lips -- stained the same blue of her lipstick -- and attempts to keep him pinned against the wall.
Only-- what to do next? Knowing the vague details in theory were one thing, but she'd never acted upon a sense of need before, never had the time or desire. Hm.
There might be a too-long pause as she considers this, and then goes to the simple falconer's shirt she's wearing, undoing the laces in front of that.
Estinien can-- well, she's not sure what he's going to do. )
Well?
( Perhaps prompting him will help. )
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