songofthedawn | OOC: victory

[Realistically, Aymeric doesn't need to text G'rhyf. They're right down the hall, and it would be far easier to simply knock on their door and get it over with. Still, there are so only so many answers they could give, and Aymeric is certain that either way, the answer will humiliate him. Better that he suffer the embarrassment with no one else the wiser.

And so, the Pokegear. He sends the message out the moment Estinien departs for the day -- there's no way he'll have this conversation while his friend is around, after all.]

G'rhyf, my friend.
I was hoping I might ask you a question?

[It's actually fairly lucky Aymeric chose to message them--G'rhyf has already taken off to head around town, restless as they are. But they still respond quickly, not knowing the utter glee that awaits.]

Of course! What is the matter?

[For better or for worse, G'rhyf responds quicker than he might have liked. So quick that he's left to stare rather blankly at the screen. It's... stupid to ask this, he knows it is. The thoughts of one very young dragon mean little in the grand scheme of things. He's getting worked up over a childish question, nothing more.

He considers, briefly, chucking the Gear away and pretending it never happened. Considering his previous faux pas, he could easily pass it off as one of his Pokemon fooling around with him once again. And yet the racing in his heart, the burning at the tips of his ears, and the faint quiver to his fingers tells him that the question needed to be asked all the same.]

I apologize if it all sounds rather... juvenile. But.
I was wondering if Estinien and I gave off the impression that we were, perhaps, romantically involved?
Someone insinuated as much previously and I was - [He hesitates here. What had he wanted to do? Put his mind at ease? Somehow, that doesn't seem right to him.]

I simply hoped to find the truth of it.

[The long pause has G'rhyf concerned, but they try not to worry overmuch. Probably he's simply carefully putting his words together, but what he would feel the need to be so delicate over with them they don't--]

[...oh. Oh boy. Aymeric, do you know how long they have been waiting for this? Gods bless whoever it was that gave these two boulders the first nudge down the hill.]

'Tis clear to anyone, I think, that you and Estinien care for one another very deeply. But I wouldn't say that the two of you give off the impression of a paired couple.

[Have to wait a few moments...don't sent the follow-up right away...!]

How clear it is the two of you wish to be so, however, is another matter entirely!

[For as much as Aymeric likes to pride himself on being composed, this is... not one of those times. At all.]

Pardon?

Forgive me, I couldn't resist teasing. But you do sometimes give the impression of a pair of youths stealing glances across a courtyard.

...or, you do at least. Estinien more has a very special kind of softness for you, I think.

I was... not aware of this. [Does he read "special kind of softness" over a few times? Maybe.]

Halone, you must think me some kind fool.

Aymeric, I am the last person to judge anyone on the pace they take to figure out romantic feelings.

[When you have to lose the person you care about right in front of you to even start to realize...both times...]

And besides that, you're my dear friends. All I want is to see you both happy, whatever shape that takes.

[Aymeric might have thought his face couldn't burn any brighter. G'rhyf's words, however, quickly prove that theory false. He isn't sure if it's the Miqo'te's kindness, or the thought of himself and Estinien being happy together — either way, he feels the faintest bit of giddiness.]

I think I may need some time to consider this. I thank you for your honesty. You are ever my most stalwart of supporters. And one of my dearest friends, beside.

[It might be best for Aymeric's poor, suffering heart that he isn't there to see the fond smile that crosses G'rhyf's features reading those words. He, the Scions, and so many others have said as much before many times, yet each one still leaves a bloom of warmth in their chest.]

As you are mine. If you wish to speak more of this later, I'm happy to listen.

[He's already having one romantic crisis, let's spare him another one for the time being, at least.]

I am sure I will have many questions ere long. But for now... I shall simply thank you one last time.
I hope the rest of your morn is pleasant.

And yours as well!

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