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Title: blizzard
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Prompt: 012. blizzard
Pairing: Aymeric/Durae (WoL)/Estinien
Words: 554 words
blizzard
If he’s being honest, Durae had come to believe that Estinien might have fused into his armour, so rarely has he seen him without it. But, when he opens his assigned room’s door to a brisk knock, he finds himself face to face with a handsome, silver-haired elezen. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s Estinien.
“I… I apologize,” Estinien says. “But I saw that your light was on and I…” He sighs, “I couldn’t sleep.”
Durae steps aside, “You’re always welcome here, Estinien.”
Estinien has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, his feet are bare against the cold stone floor.
Closing the door behind him, Durae hesitates, before taking one of Estinien’s hands in his. He ignores the way that Estinien starts, staring at their hands, and gently pulls him towards the large bed arranged at the centre of the room, across from the fireplace.
“Are you cold?” Durae asks, turning down the blankets.
“I’m used to it,” Estinien replies. “I… I sleep better with Aymeric. Usually. With you, I have to admit, I don’t know if it will be the same. We’ve not known each other long.”
“We have to start somewhere, and here is better than anywhere else,” Durae smiles at him, gently tugging Estinien down to sit on the bed beside him. “We’re on your territory, Estinien. So, we will take this at your pace.”
His heart’s fluttering madly in his chest and it feels as though he’s swallowed an entire jar full of butterflies. They’ve taken up residence in his stomach, leaving him feeling oddly queasy yet strangely elated. After all, Estinien’s come to him.
Estinien squeezes Durae’s hand, “You’re much better at this than I.”
“Only because I’ve waited so long, I can wait a little longer.”
“But you shouldn’t.” Estinien scowls. “You deserve better and more than I could ever give you. Aymeric has said more than once that my manners are lacking and I will readily admit that I’ve been… distant when I should not have been. Rather than observing, I should have been more involved. I–”
Gently, he lays his fingers on Estinien’s lips and smiles, “Estinien. It’s alright. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. It’s enough that you are here now.”
Even so, Estinien frowns as he pulls Durae’s hand away from his mouth, “No, I owe you an apology, at the very least. For my behaviour.”
“Then considered it accepted.” Durae lifts Estinien’s hand to his mouth and kisses it lightly. “If you think that spending the night with me will help you sleep, then I’m more than willing. I’m here for you, Estinien, no matter what.”
“Already, you are more than I deserve,” Estinien murmurs softly. He leans in, slowly, and lets his head rest against Durae’s shoulder. “But I’ll be content in knowing that you are mine.”
Biting his lip to stop his smile from cracking his face, Durae leans into the pillows at his back, taking Estinien down with him. His heart continues its fluttering beat in his chest as Estinien curls into him, an arm sliding around Durae’s waist, his nose buried in the scale markings at his neck.
“If I wake you, I’m sorry,” Estinien murmurs. “I have… nightmares, on occasion.”
He brushes his lips against Estinien’s forehead, “You’re not alone.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Prompt: 012. blizzard
Pairing: Aymeric/Durae (WoL)/Estinien
Words: 554 words
If he’s being honest, Durae had come to believe that Estinien might have fused into his armour, so rarely has he seen him without it. But, when he opens his assigned room’s door to a brisk knock, he finds himself face to face with a handsome, silver-haired elezen. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s Estinien.
“I… I apologize,” Estinien says. “But I saw that your light was on and I…” He sighs, “I couldn’t sleep.”
Durae steps aside, “You’re always welcome here, Estinien.”
Estinien has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, his feet are bare against the cold stone floor.
Closing the door behind him, Durae hesitates, before taking one of Estinien’s hands in his. He ignores the way that Estinien starts, staring at their hands, and gently pulls him towards the large bed arranged at the centre of the room, across from the fireplace.
“Are you cold?” Durae asks, turning down the blankets.
“I’m used to it,” Estinien replies. “I… I sleep better with Aymeric. Usually. With you, I have to admit, I don’t know if it will be the same. We’ve not known each other long.”
“We have to start somewhere, and here is better than anywhere else,” Durae smiles at him, gently tugging Estinien down to sit on the bed beside him. “We’re on your territory, Estinien. So, we will take this at your pace.”
His heart’s fluttering madly in his chest and it feels as though he’s swallowed an entire jar full of butterflies. They’ve taken up residence in his stomach, leaving him feeling oddly queasy yet strangely elated. After all, Estinien’s come to him.
Estinien squeezes Durae’s hand, “You’re much better at this than I.”
“Only because I’ve waited so long, I can wait a little longer.”
“But you shouldn’t.” Estinien scowls. “You deserve better and more than I could ever give you. Aymeric has said more than once that my manners are lacking and I will readily admit that I’ve been… distant when I should not have been. Rather than observing, I should have been more involved. I–”
Gently, he lays his fingers on Estinien’s lips and smiles, “Estinien. It’s alright. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. It’s enough that you are here now.”
Even so, Estinien frowns as he pulls Durae’s hand away from his mouth, “No, I owe you an apology, at the very least. For my behaviour.”
“Then considered it accepted.” Durae lifts Estinien’s hand to his mouth and kisses it lightly. “If you think that spending the night with me will help you sleep, then I’m more than willing. I’m here for you, Estinien, no matter what.”
“Already, you are more than I deserve,” Estinien murmurs softly. He leans in, slowly, and lets his head rest against Durae’s shoulder. “But I’ll be content in knowing that you are mine.”
Biting his lip to stop his smile from cracking his face, Durae leans into the pillows at his back, taking Estinien down with him. His heart continues its fluttering beat in his chest as Estinien curls into him, an arm sliding around Durae’s waist, his nose buried in the scale markings at his neck.
“If I wake you, I’m sorry,” Estinien murmurs. “I have… nightmares, on occasion.”
He brushes his lips against Estinien’s forehead, “You’re not alone.”