[He sits up a little as Haurchefant starts to work at his armor, moving to help with the deftness of one full familiar with the assortment of clasps and buckles of a knight's garb. And how strange it is, that for all that his movements are matter-of-fact and utilitarian, the very act of it sends a blush of color rising in his cheeks.
Soldiers assist each other with duties such as these as a matter of course; 'tis not a new or unusual thing. And yet the knowledge that he is helping to undress his lover is...potent. And thrilling.]
Yes — I want to feel you...
[It would be satisfying to push off the mail and let it rattle carelessly to the ground, but that would also attract all manner of attention to their little refuge here. Aymeric swallows hard and tries to be patient, easing the fastenings free without undue or haste.]
What secrets hide beneath your armor...show me, I would see all of you...
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Soldiers assist each other with duties such as these as a matter of course; 'tis not a new or unusual thing. And yet the knowledge that he is helping to undress his lover is...potent. And thrilling.]
Yes — I want to feel you...
[It would be satisfying to push off the mail and let it rattle carelessly to the ground, but that would also attract all manner of attention to their little refuge here. Aymeric swallows hard and tries to be patient, easing the fastenings free without undue or haste.]
What secrets hide beneath your armor...show me, I would see all of you...