[ Through their entire journey, she had written- as much as she could, until Ser Bubblenuts II was her only means of communication back to Eorzea. Fortunately, with all that had happened beyond the Rite of Succession, and Lamat'yi and Koana's coronation- everything was coming into place and she was able to call Gareki and the children over to enjoy the sights of Tural, and pay a visit to their distant Hhetsarro relatives with her.
It was sorely needed after all that had occurred, and now that they were heading back home, the children were excited to be back to tell their father all about their trip (she also had to fill him in on what occurred before their arrival, to which he simply held her and the children) before she made her way to the Ishgard Aetheryte.
Coming back here after all that almost felt like a dream, and after a stop to meet with Count Edmont de Fortemps, she finally heads back to Borel Manor- gifts are brought for the staff, though she's informed that Ser Aymeric has retired to his chambers already.
She nods to that, heading up to his room to check on him, entering stealthily to not disturb him. She's greeted with familiar scents- his, faintly Estinien's, and a stronger scent- G'raha Tia's. Not that she didn't know already!
Aside from her children, the strongest scent on her is of Erenville- and he too, has been informed on him. So now, she sets her travel bag down and heads to the bed... quiet, just to look. ]
[aymeric has sorely missed his wife and husband while they were away, though he has not been idle himself in the meantime. taking the opportunity to acquaint himself with megumi's other beaus, namely g'raha tia, aymeric has not been wanting in regards to bed partners. still, the best cure for loneliness, aymeric has found, has been a steady work schedule, and so he's been more focused on that than usual... perhaps to his detriment. while he isn't working the late nights that left him exhausted and with bags under his eyes and sunken cheeks, he's still dedicating himself to the restoration of ishgard like a man possessed.
which has all finally caught up to him on the night megumi comes to visit, where she will find him laying on a chaise lounge in his bedroom, having dozed off in the middle of reading a book that lays open on his abdomen (the book appears to be about the culture and history of tural). he's dressed out of his typical military accoutrements, in a simple pair of trousers and a blue silk shirt--though the first few buttons of the shirt are undone, suggesting aymeric was somewhat hasty in his undressing, and then perhaps became distracted by the book.
he looks to be deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with his slower breathing, and does not stir when megumi enters.]
[ What a vision he is- she smiles to herself as she approaches, picking the book off him and setting it aside, before reaching for the throw nearby to move to cover him with it. She can imagine what he may have done to bide the time, and she sighs as she leans down to brush his hair out of his face.
He looks like such an angel, and she kisses the side of his temple, her gaze wandering to that beautifully exposed chest just teasing her- though even with his given permission to touch him even when asleep should she need, she doesn't rush-
And she moves to kiss the tip of his lovely little ear, too. ]
I'm going to eat you if you stay this lovely, my darling.
[ Whispered. A threat, and an invitation at once. ]
[he barely shifts in his sleep as she covers him with the blanket and takes the book away, even continuing to doze when she touches him--he's either too exhausted to rouse himself from slumber, or his body is so used to her touches that he knows not to be afraid. perhaps a bit of both.
aymeric had confided in her once that the thought of her touching him while he sleeps--or perhaps waking him with it--had thrilled and comforted him in equal measure. to know he would be entirely hers even unguarded in slumber... it excited him, though he was embarrassed to admit it, at first.
his slow, deep breathing doesn't change when she kisses his ear--but he does let out a very quiet noise in his throat, regardless]
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It was sorely needed after all that had occurred, and now that they were heading back home, the children were excited to be back to tell their father all about their trip (she also had to fill him in on what occurred before their arrival, to which he simply held her and the children) before she made her way to the Ishgard Aetheryte.
Coming back here after all that almost felt like a dream, and after a stop to meet with Count Edmont de Fortemps, she finally heads back to Borel Manor- gifts are brought for the staff, though she's informed that Ser Aymeric has retired to his chambers already.
She nods to that, heading up to his room to check on him, entering stealthily to not disturb him. She's greeted with familiar scents- his, faintly Estinien's, and a stronger scent- G'raha Tia's. Not that she didn't know already!
Aside from her children, the strongest scent on her is of Erenville- and he too, has been informed on him. So now, she sets her travel bag down and heads to the bed... quiet, just to look. ]
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which has all finally caught up to him on the night megumi comes to visit, where she will find him laying on a chaise lounge in his bedroom, having dozed off in the middle of reading a book that lays open on his abdomen (the book appears to be about the culture and history of tural). he's dressed out of his typical military accoutrements, in a simple pair of trousers and a blue silk shirt--though the first few buttons of the shirt are undone, suggesting aymeric was somewhat hasty in his undressing, and then perhaps became distracted by the book.
he looks to be deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with his slower breathing, and does not stir when megumi enters.]
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He looks like such an angel, and she kisses the side of his temple, her gaze wandering to that beautifully exposed chest just teasing her- though even with his given permission to touch him even when asleep should she need, she doesn't rush-
And she moves to kiss the tip of his lovely little ear, too. ]
I'm going to eat you if you stay this lovely, my darling.
[ Whispered. A threat, and an invitation at once. ]
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aymeric had confided in her once that the thought of her touching him while he sleeps--or perhaps waking him with it--had thrilled and comforted him in equal measure. to know he would be entirely hers even unguarded in slumber... it excited him, though he was embarrassed to admit it, at first.
his slow, deep breathing doesn't change when she kisses his ear--but he does let out a very quiet noise in his throat, regardless]