Estinien Varlineau (?)

"Go on, then. Tell me what you need."

in no state to deny him?

But... if this is what he needs... who is Estinien to deny him, either?

And so, the Dragoon leans down to loom closer, their faces only ilms apart. He's gripping G'raha by the jaw now, just firmly enough to hold him in place, staring into his eyes with a burning gaze. +

Oh, there's no denying his suspicions now. He smirks as G'raha rubs against his hand, thumb grazing over his cheekbone, then dipping down to run across his lower lip. He's so cute like this, so pliable and needy... but a part of him hesitates - is this right? To corner Raha like prey, knowing he's +

murmurs, voice deadpan in a way that likely makes it obvious he knows something is up. He stares at Raha, expressionless, except for a slight quirk of one brow. "Do you need... anything else?"

him that it may happen to one of his friends.

Putting the water down on the nightstand, he looms over Raha for a moment, trying to size up how bad this really is. Swiftly, he brings a hand to his forehead, attempting to feel for a fever that he knows he doesn't have.

"You don't feel warm," he +

There's something about G'raha's voice that makes his eyebrow raise, and when he enters the room, the Miqo'te's appearance brings the realization crashing down on him. He's heard of this - young men in the Temple Knights loved to have crass discussions about such things - but it hadn't occurred to +

been out of your room all day. Being dehydrated certainly won't help you feel any better."

With that, G'raha can hear Estinien walk down the hall. But it's only a minute or so before he returns, knocking a little more firmly this time. "Are you well enough to let me hand off this water, at least?"

Estinien squints at the sound of G'raha's voice, unconvinced of his illness. He's quiet for a long moment, processing just what he thinks might be going on... but he can't be certain. "I will fetch you some water, then," he says, and he clearly has no intention of being argued with. "You haven't +

Not without gloves, anyroad.

That's what the "fuzz" is called. Spines.

They hurt.

They're quite tasty if you manage past all of the spines.

absence of the small rehead was hard to miss, especially while not entrenched in political debate.

"G'raha?" he called through the door, brow furrowing. "'Tis far past lunch, and I've not known you to miss a meal. Are you unwell?"

The voice behind the door was none other than Estinien's, having wandered away from the rest of the Scions. They had all been rambling about politics or some such boring nonsense, all too preoccupied to notice the missing redhead - but not Estinien. He wasn't always the most perceptive, but the +

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a man in a suit and tie is sitting at a desk ALT: a man in a suit and tie is sitting at a desk

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He smirks and shrugs. "Suit yourself. Many would pay for the opportunity."

He's quiet for a long moment, but eventually gives Emmanellain a little nudge with his elbow. "I'm proud of you, you know."

"Doesn't matter - the pain is not dissimilar. I speak from experience. And my offer still stands."

Aye. The pain of love lost is like no other... so scream if you so desire. Just try not to do it at people that don't deserve it. You can take it out on me, if you need - yell, scream. Hells, hit me if you want.

[chuckles and picks up both alphy and the lance] You grow used to it after a while. Not easy having a weapon that doesn't float around you, eh? [grin]

📱

Nay, but I *do* want to show you off more. 😏

Your office isn't public, though.

If you're jealous, you could just say so, you know. 😏

[He doesn't flinch at the sudden volume - but his expression does soften somewhat, ears drooping.]

I see. This makes more sense, now.

Alright, fair point. But you haven't answered my other question. Why do you care? Why are these people worthy of a place in your mind if that's how they feel?

Ah, well then, if I'm leaving all of that where it lies, then I can't deny that you are certainly a good boy.

[chuckles and picks him back up] Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Ah, you'll be needing this, then. [dumps his lance in alphy's arms. it is so big and heavy.]

I don't know, are you? Because sometimes you are rather naughty... 😏

[He absently scritches behind one of Raha's ears, giving his shoulder a little squeeze with the other hand. His embarrassment is cute, but maybe it's not a good time to point that out.] I suppose I don't understand what there is to be embarrassed about.