The Miqo’te blinks, not expecting to be at the end of the ire of Ishgard’s most notorious dragoon. “Estinien…?”

G’raha was nothing but powerless to prevent it from happening.

and his ears flick to and fro. What was slight movement became some thrashing about, the slumbering Miqo’te entirely oblivious to the body of another’s in such close proximity to his. “No… /No-!”/ he mumbles even louder. The Warrior of Light had just been slain by a sineater, and in his dream >>

He shuffles in his sleep, a crease between his brows. The hard floor wasn’t helping, but the nightmare transpiring within his subconscious was absolutely contributing to his corporeal form moving so much. “Must… Rescue…” G’raha murmurs aloud before his breathing quickens as his tail bristles >>

“Don’t stop,” he sleepily mumbles aloud. It was clear he was enjoying being in the moment, with caution to the wind and rationality being damned. After all, years sealed away in a tower without the company of another leads to a man touch-starved and craving such tender intimacy.

There’s a slight rumble emanating from G’raha, a purring noise that he couldn’t help but involuntarily make. Maybe he should be thinking twice about this, but the thought washes away as the gentle touches continue, and he finds himself leaning more into the other man’s touch. >>

He gulps, nerves frayed and causing an ever so slight tremble in his body. “I-I suppose so…” The close proximity was heat-inducing; it adds onto the warmth already present in his cheeks.

// just a frontal shot of aymeric with longer hair and different attire but i saw the potential in it being villain-y LOL

// yes i still have the gpose! i don’t know if it /is/ based off of aymeric being a villain, but i personally thought it would suit an au like that for him. i’ll send it over DMs!

He does everything in his power to keep his eyes averted from the other’s blue gaze, especially with his newly ruddied and bashful visage partially exposed now. Words fail him as he wishes he could simply vanish from where he was, and his ears flicked in nervousness.

// 5’2”

Sleepily, he blinks back, still half-asleep and not entirely cognizant of where he was and who was beside him. Against his better judgment, he saw no reason not to refuse some ear scritches or rubs. “Mmn, not at all…” G’raha drowsily mumbles and even finds himself leaning into the other’s touch.

// HELP SOMEONE FREE HIM

// 🥹 that’s precious please protect this elf man at all costs