Ser Aymeric

Indie RP blog for Aymeric de Borel from Final Fantasy XIV.  

[assassin1513]

💠Crystal Snow 💠

[bastard-son-aymeric]

‘‘Fury protect him.”

[freyasaurus]

Welcome to Ishgard, my friend!

(I love this minion and I would DIE for him)

[bastard-son-aymeric]

@surpassing-limits​ asked:

❝I begin to think that I may have to sic your dragoon friend on you every time you work past your expected hours.❞ Though perhaps Shegir's growls of disapproval would be enough as the dragonet, reaching the height of Zenos's forearm at this age, scrambled up the elezen's coat & chittered in his ear while wrapping around his shoulders.

    ‘‘Come now, he’d never attack me, even if I asked him to.” Aymeric mused with a tired smile as he watched the little dragon coil her way around her masters companion’s side. She had grown much in their time together, and how majestic she would become in the future. “Ah, forgive me, my lady.” He teased, reaching up to pat her as she used him as her new perch.

[888beru]

pushing the estimeric agenda bcus they make me soft

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

bastard-son-aymeric​:

While he had never been one to really seek out bed partners, Estinien had found it wasn’t hard to not sleep alone on the nights it had felt like his mind had been too loud for solitude. The warmth of another and the distraction provided by the simply physical pleasure had been more than enough to allow him to let the long nights pass him by. He never would have described himself as being particularly experienced, but the dragoon knew enough to be more than simply blindly and cluelessly fumbling up against another’s body – and, in this moment, he was glad for that. 

Maybe this meant they would both miss out on the chance to learn together, but there was already far too much clueless, blind groping that existed in Aymeric’s every day. Having at least once experience where he didn’t need to be the one guiding the experience was the least he deserved. 

The bold words and nip against his lip had Estinien chuckling lowly. Aymeric certainly seemed insistent with how firmly he was gripping the front of the dragoon’s shirt. So he wanted him, he wanted this–

Just how badly, though.

“I thought you were Ishgard’s, Aymeric.” As Estinien spoke he slowly pressed a trail of kisses that led from the corner of the speaker’s mouth down to junction of his neck and shoulder. It was such a delicate spot, one he couldn’t help but press his lips against – before his teeth sink into the vulnerable flesh.

“Which is it? Who do you really belong to?” The words were hissed out as sharpened teeth lightly dragged along pale skin. The dragoon shifted his gaze up, wanting to see Aymeric’s expression to the question.

    Where Estinien knew just what to do and say, for once, Aymeric did not and he was oddly content with that. As a Bastard, he had been tortured with the idea of blood, fearing to bring this burden on a poor child of his own. Even if he wasn’t quite attracted to maidens, the thought alone of his status kept him far at bay in the romantics. His blood was a curse and one he was happy to keep to himself. Not to mention he never truly wished to lay with anyone...except one man. Said fool was currently kissing his soft virgin skin, causing it to fluster a deep red, his skin vibrant in it’s newfound heat and bloom.

 Yes. He was a pure sweet nectar for Estinien and Estinien alone. Something he was quite too shy to bring up. As if he even could with the way his breath hitched in Estinen’s advances. He whimpered softly, breath catching in his throat as he fought back a soft moan before it could truly fall from his bruising lips in any other form but breathless pants. Fury take him.

The ebony haired elezen’s head lulled to the side as kisses dappled his sweet supple flesh, eyes fighting to stay open as they fluttered behind raven lashes. The dragoon’s touch was better than he ever fantasized, his lips threatening to tug out that feral wanting part of himself he had buried away with so long ago with such ease. It was maddening.

“I-...I am yours. Always yours. Pl-Please~”

Aymeric confirmed with ease albeit a bit sheepishly, turning his heavily lidded stare at his beloved, a picture of lust-drawn beauty as he stared at his mate through messy onyx hair and lashes that matched, a gentle rose red lingering on soft pink cheeks.

 He was all his to take.

With the nip and tug of teeth to his dappled flesh, the young lord speaker gave out an untamed moan, soft and mewling with want, his eyes falling shut with the sudden bolt of bliss it brought. A hand blindly reached into snowy locks and tugged on them desperately.

“Nngh’ahh...Estinien~”

[mikeahrens]

Outside

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

bastard-son-aymeric​:

The fact that Aymeric was agreeing with Estinien’s somewhat-paranoid thought didn’t sit well with the dragoon. As much as he wanted to try to paint the thoughts as nothing more than paranoid fancies, he knew that there was some truth in them - and clearly Aymeric did as well. Of course, they could have both been wrong, and maybe the other nobles simply were desperate for someone familiar and comforting to be heading their nation, but if that were the case then it didn’t make sense for them to equally be so intent on fighting Aymeric every step of the way.

“Don’t go walking in there waving your sword and shouting threats. That’s something I would do, so we both know it has to be a bad idea.” Estinien did his best to crack a smile at that, though it quickly melted away. Even if he did bring it up, what would that accomplish? To admit that there was any truth behind it would be something close to treason, which meant they would just deny it– and in that case, what then?

“I thought that there was also a House of Commons. Do they not get a say or a voice in this manner?” From the little that Estinien knew, a woman named Hilda was part of that. He had only met her briefly but had been impressed with her attitude; someone like her most certainly wouldn’t be allowing the nobles to simply have their way.    

     “Are you daft? I’m not that mad, fool. You’re madness is enough for the two of us. It has been since we were but lads and still is to this day.” The raven haired elezen chuckled softly into his hand at such an image. “I have a plan, you needn’t worry. I was always the clever one.” He teased, wiggling his index finger at his dragoon. ‘‘Who was it that got us both out of practice with my expert charm and elegant lying skills?”

“I might have been born a bishops son but I can never truly call myself a saint now can I~” The Lord Speaker gave a mischievous smile on his handsome face. “But if I do need your brawn I know you’re but a call away to my aid. I don’t mind playing damsel if it’s you who comes rushing to my rescue~”

“And the house of commons, is but that sadly. Commons. Tis a majority rule and though the house of lords may say they’re equal, I have seen with my own eyes how unbalanced it truly is. I have some good standing and even favor there, but the high born delegation is a loud and overbearing voice.” Aymeric explained with a defeated sigh. “It will take time for me to build up a reliable defense for my departure in both parties. I will pray to the Fury for patience. I shall need it to find victory.” Came his tired mutter.

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

bastard-son-aymeric​:

The honesty in the response had him letting out a small sigh. How could he be mad when it was clear that Aymeric had been pushed into this situation with little recourse? What other choice did the Speaker even have? 

“I’m certain they made requirements over who-” Or what. “-you were able to ask.” Estinien wasn’t a political person but he could imagine there would be a requirement to pick someone of noble stature, someone native to Ishgard. Someone that they would be able to control. It meant that Lucia would be removed as an option, and even trying to make a bold statement and choosing a partner from the Brume would be out of the question. 

Estinien, however, would fit both requirements even if on a technically. He had been the Azure Dragoon, after all. Even if he wasn’t from any of the Noble Houses, the title had granted him a level of stature that none could deny. 

Of course, to expect Aymeric to ask him– 

“You realize that if I do agree to this, they’re going to still try to fight you. They’ll come up with every reason over why this won’t actually count.” And they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. The most obvious reason was the fact that there would never be an… heir of this union, at this not one that wasn’t adopted. It meant there would be no continuation of Thordan’s bloodline. It wasn’t supposed to matter, but it was clear the noble houses were reluctant to fully let go of how things used to be.

Despite how pessimistic his words were, it wasn’t a no. Even the fact that he was being used as a political maneuver did little aside from amuse Estinien. He knew how he felt about Aymeric, and how Aymeric felt about him in turn; fancy titles and labels didn’t change how he felt. 

“If this is what you truly want, then… yes.” 

     “Oh yes, many. Surprisingly, they left out gender of all things. I can only surmise they didn’t take into effect to whom I could be attracted to. So lost in the old ways they were thankfully blind enough to let this one loophole slip through the cracks. Oh the irony. Can you imagine their faces?’‘ Aymeric snorted lightly before giving a small shrug. 

“And if they do, we can fight them together. We’ve take down dragons together, Estinien. Will you come to tell me tis old men in old robes that has you tucking your tail between your legs? There is nothing you and I can’t do. Together. You’re the fool who taught me that and I’m the fool who believed you.” Aymeric murmured softly.

“I choose you. And if they bar this from me, they will not have their chess game as they so greedily desire. I will not march to their tune. I tire of their games, Estinien, but I cannot do this alone.”He confessed sheepishly.

He was ready to forfeit though. Resigned to leave it be until he heard what he never though he’d hear. Aymeric looked up, his bright sky blue orbs sparkling as he stared at the man he loved above all else. Wait. Did he just say...? “R-Really? You would do this for me...? I-....” Before he knew what he was doing, he was jumping forwards, tugging his beloved into a tight hug around his neck.

“Thank you.”

[sigillums]

ENDWALKER + Estinien Wyrmblood

“It’s all or nothing!”

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

bastard-son-aymeric​:

“Aymeric.”

Estinien had known that leaving without giving any explanation likely would have resulted in some… confusion, to put it mildly, for those that he had left behind. For the first months he had kept on checking over his shoulder, positively certain that he would end up seeing a familiar face creeping up behind him. Aymeric, Lucia, Alphinaud, the damned Warrior of Light themselves – one of them would have hunted him down to demand to know what he was doing and why he had left so suddenly. 

Those were never the faces that Estinien saw. The ones that lurked in the shadows and in the back of his mind were never so pleasant and kind.

“Aymeric, I… I did not leave because of you. I left…”

It was strange. Estinien was certain he had long since made peace with the time he had spent as Nidhogg’s thrall, but now that he was to try to put it into words he found there were none. Nothing felt… right to say. He wanted to try to be more open with those in his life, but this felt too far – but why? It was Aymeric. If anyone deserved to know, it was him, and he at least deserved to know the reasoning behind why Estinien had left. 

“… Nidhogg fed on my anger. The time I spent enthralled to him made that much… clear. I had to leave, else there would have never been any true peace for Ishgard or for myself.”

     What?

Aymeric sat there looking at Estinien with wide crystal eyes and mouth hung agape in mild shock. So...he wasn’t really why he left? For some reason that did little to comfort him knowing now why he tried to put so much distance between them. In fact all it did was make him more frustrated.

Not at Estinien. At himself. For not paying attention to the struggles of the one man he cared for truly above all else.

 “I could have helped you with your anger, with what was happening to you. Or at the very least plead your case to his very sire. Gods be damned Estinien. You and your lone wolf persona. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have done everything in my power to help you. You had no reason to leave as long as you had support lines there to protect you. To remind you the you can find peace. Here together with us. Home.” Aymeric murmured softly.

“I-...I would have done anything to have made you stay...You mean so bloody much to me you utter oaf.” The ebony haired elezen’s shoulders sagged. How blind was he? Did he not see? “If I pray to the Fury, it will be that she had helped you seen by now that you don’t always have to do everything all by yourself anymore.” He hesitantly reached over, giving Estinien’s arm a squeeze. “You don’t have to be alone ever again. Surely the Scions have bashed this in you a few times now to make my words ring true.”

“Oh and make me think I was the reason you ran off again and I’m throwing you into the abyss!”

[eemamminy-art]

Reunited…

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

bastard-son-aymeric​

Would he still have him?

Of course. 

There was never any doubt, never any question over whether or not Aymeric would have a place by Estinien’s side. The question that lingered for Estinien more often than not was if he would have a place with Aymeric. He was the– he had been the Azure Dragoon. Now he was… something else, and it was hard to say if he still have a place in Ishgard. Even if he was able to move past his bloodied history and the damage caused by his lance, would others be able to do the same? Would he be seen as a symbol for a new and better Ishgard, or just a reminder of a past they could never move away from?

It was a question that Estinien still didn’t have a good answer for, but he knew that the answer might not have really mattered. Being with Aymeric was all that mattered. 

But to take him away… He had offered, but… that wasn’t a decision that they could reach here and now. It was something that needed to be discussed and mulled over to be sure that a momentary decision made in the heat of the moment wouldn’t lead to regret.

With the knowledge that there was no good answer he could give - not verbally, at least - Estinien settled on the manner of communication he was best at. His mouth captured Aymeric’s as the practice lance slipped from his hands, thudding onto the snow between them. One foot stepped forward to slip between Aymeric’s legs, making it easier to press up against him and giving Estinien room to kick the lance further behind them, making sure it was well out of the way. 

If Aymeric wanted him, then– it was well enough this area offered them a fair amount of privacy, leaving little to worry about as a hand rested against Aymeric’s side. 

“… And what do you want me to do with you?”

     Well that was one way to shut him up.

 With a muffled chuckle would he welcome those hungry lips, totally ignoring the way their weapons clattered to the floor in abandonment.

Aye, nothing truly mattered in this moment save for the two men now entwined in heated need against a stone cold wall which was quickly warming with their heated wants. Aymeric lent into Estinien’s kiss, his lip lock firm and confidant now, no longer lost in hesitant confusion.

Now that Estinien knew his confession he was eager to let him know his reply. Not in words but with his raw actions, honesty in it’s most true form. Estinien was not a man of great words or of a poetic tongue. He showed his love in the way a man of the blades did and he loved every second of it. Eyes fluttering shut with a shutter of ebony lashes, the raven haired elezen melted into his touch. Blind digits would curl into Estinien’s tunic while his other hand slipped up to slide through snowy locks, keeping him anchored and flushed against him in a iron grip on both ends.

His. All his.

 Finally, the Fury gave him this. And he in turn was Estiniens. As if he never was from the beginning.

“To claim me~”

 Came Aymeric’s soft purr between moving lips, idly giving Estinien’s bottom lip a coy nip with his whispered reply. 

[bonetoile23]

Estimeric week prompt: firsts

'Good morning' :)

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

@bastard-son-aymeric​ liked for an arranged marriage starter

“No.”

His response to the proposed question came out without Estinien giving it any real thought, and he found himself wincing almost immediately. It felt cruel, and being his immediate gut response would have to make it sound like he truly had no interest in any type of… official relationship with Aymeric. That couldn’t have been further from the truth, but the reasoning behind why the offer had been presented to him soured the occasion. 

There was no denying that a bond forged between the once Azure Dragoon and the Speaker for the House of Lords would mark a momentous occasion for Ishgard. Would it actually make anything better? Estinien didn’t know, but he could see the argument to be made that it would help ease those who were reluctant to have the old ways slip away from them. 

But…

“Aymeric.” Estinien found himself staring at the other man almost helplessly. “This can’t be what you really want. To forge a relationship - just for Ishgard’s sake?”

   “For Ishgard alone? No. It isn’t.”

  “This was thrust upon me by the high houses. Making it mandatory I wed...but at least they gave me the option to pick my mate and-....if you reject me I understand. But you were the only person I ever truly loved.” He confessed sheepishly. “I-....I had hoped that if I must be imprisoned in this life, forced to do and say what I must for the sake of this city I did so much for, that it wouldn’t be so like cage if I had someone there with me, whom I loved truly at my side.” He gave a sad smile.

 “But alas I see the folly of my judgment. At least I tried be it in vain. I can only assume the Four Houses will bicker between themselves now that I refuse to pick another, see which of their firstborns will become my bonded to suck away my power through their chosen at my side. And I will be powerless to stop them.” He explained. “This will be the perfect power play to any who they pick among themselves which I was hoping to avoid with you at my side. But pray, forgive me...”

[athena-ishnuala]

Estinien & Tiamat

[bastard-son-aymeric]

thosewecanyetsave​:

bastard-son-aymeric​:

Estinien had meant what he said with the statement that he wasn’t very good at politics. As someone who was practically an outsider now to this situation, he had the slight edge granted by being able to look at it with a slightly more detached eye than perhaps another could, but that didn’t mean there was a solution that he could see just waiting for them. Any idea that Estinien could have would have likely been already suggested by another, and likely turned down for simply not being feasible enough.

“Then make it so that it cannot be a monarchy. Limit the time you can have your leadership role. Give them a clear timeframe that they much figure out how to pick who will serve after you.” 

Estinien leaned back in his chair as he looked at Aymeric curiously. It was clear to him that, while he was passionate about doing all he could to help Ishgard, being forced to stay behind a desk was not where his heart truly was. This role was not something he had wanted to be put into. It was something that had been very clearly, almost forcefully, pushed onto him. Was it that they feared Ishgard without Aymeric? Or…

“Pardon me for speaking so frankly, but has it not crossed your mind that perhaps this role is meant to punish you? There’s so much more you could be doing if you weren’t put on a leash but… they learned their lesson after all you did in the brief time you had freedom. Seems to me they simply don’t want to make that mistake again.”

     “If they will allow me even that. My decisions must be ran by the houses first which both must agree too.“ Aymeric advised as he lent back in his seat. ‘’If I reject their want of a thrown and instead put up a limit to the Seat of Speakers I can only assume those who want me in this position will be the very people to veto my recommendation out of spite. Very petty is a man who can’t get their way.” He half joked.

However what Estinien pointed out seemed quite true the more he thought about it. His brows furrow and he hung his head as realization kicked him harder than any swipe of a dragons tail in his youth. That made perfect sense. Disturbingly so.

“I don’t wish to think my own people would do this to me again, but aye you have the right of it. Tis chains that bound me here, not adoration or respect. I feel it tighten around my neck everyday and there is naught I can do. But when you came through that door I-...I felt what it meant to be free. I still do. I will do what I can. In fact I have decided to bring a meeting on this folly on the morrow.”