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Avi’li thinks about Aymeric while he lays drunk on the floor with Haurchefant. Set after Patch 2.4
Big thank you to @myreia for helping me edit this! 💕💕
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Carefully considered words, spoken low and steady in a voice like velvet. Cheeks tinted pink from the bite of snow. Ice blue eyes framed beneath long, dark lashes. Lips upturned in a polite smile…
Avi’li hadn’t paid much attention to the meeting. The words exchanged between Aymeric and Alphinaud lost to him—something about Midgardsormr and heretics — attention captured by this man dressed in blue and gold. Funny how Aymeric fascinates him in a strange way. The man has naught but to be there and Avi’li can’t help but observe how he stands—stance poised, his arms settled across his broad chest, chapped lips parting in small exhales.
It makes sense. Aymeric is an admirable man; kind yet firm, patient but unyielding, a true leader in every sense of the word. Avi’li has every reason to want to study his example. Jacke had inspired the same feelings when they first met (his profile silhouetted, barely there smirk handsome in the street lights of Limsa) and proved to be a great mentor. Aymeric may yet fill a similar role (wind toussels his black hair, dusted with white snow).
Yet every time Aymeric meets his eyes, Avi’li feels his chest squeeze and a curious heat rise to his face. It’s the same feeling he gets when he’s squished side by side with Y’mhitra over an Allagan text, her fingers tracing her jaw while lips purse in thought; the same feeling he gets when V’kebbe stretches her arms over her head, mouth held slack after a catnap in the sun and lit in the evening glow.
It’s strange, Avi’li thinks, that these different sensations feel so similar. One born out of attraction and the other… a desire, but a desire for what? He traces his lips and imagines the shape of Aymeric’s. Do they feel rough from the cold? Soft? Avi’li’s tongue ghosts his lips. Do they taste as sweet as he smells, like maple?
Maybe it’s simply envy for Aymeric’s poise and power and countenance. Maybe—
“And what is our foremost Primal hunter doing with such a pensive expression?”
Avi’li’s fingers drop from his lips (when did he start touching them?) and his head turns towards Haurchefant. “Did I look pensive…?”
They lay together on the plush rug of Haurchefant’s private rooms in Camp Dragonhead, several hours after Aymeric bid farewell and returned to Ishgard with his retinue. Flames lick out from the fireplace, heat sinking into stone and blanketing the room in a pleasant warmth. Two goblets sit by their heads, and a wine bottle is precariously situated against Haurchefant’s bent leg.
“You did, and I do not think the wine is solely to blame for such a far away look.” Haurchefant moves his leg, knocking into the wine. He startles and darts for the bottleneck, fumbling a bit before he holds it secure and moves it safely to another spot on the floor. Sighing with relief, he adjusts himself so he rests on his side, stretched out parallel to Avi’li and smiling. “Pray allow me to be privy to your thoughts?”
Avi’li answers with a shrug. “Thinkin’ about Aymeric.”
“The Lord Commander?” Haurchefant raises an eyebrow. “What about him?”
“Ay’anno, just thinkin’ about him.”
“Ah, requested another meeting did he?”
“Wouldn’t you be the one to know that?”
Haurchefant sighs, dramatically wistful. “Unfortunately I am not someone he discloses clandestine rendezvous in the moonlight to.”
Avi’li scoffs, “Nothin’ clandestine is happenin’. I just… ” he waves his hand above their heads, fingers spread, “…admire him.”
“I see.”
“He’s an interestin’ man. Smart and tall and collected. That stuff.”
“As you say….”
Avi’li frowns at the suspicious tone and rolls onto his side to properly face Haurchefant. His friend is trying and horrifically failing at hiding a crooked grin. “What?”
“What about?”
“Why’re you smilin’ like a spriggan?”
“Like a spriggan? Are you implying my teeth are anything similar to a creature who gnaws on rocks for a living?”
“I’m implying you look like a spriggan who just found a crystal horde. Why?”
“Only for the reason that your fancy for Ser Aymeric is quite adorable.”
Avi’li blinks. “My fancy?”
“Mhm.” Haurchefant’s head and shoulders relax back into the rug. He is looking much too smug for Avi’li’s liking. “Honestly, I should have known when you were so blatantly staring at him during your introductory meeting.”
“I was not blatantly—“
“Then you were staring discreetly?”
“I wasn’t starin’ at all!” Avi’li rolls onto his back, arms folded tightly across his chest. It’s too warm in the room now. The combination of fire and wine makes his head swim. “It’s bloody freezin’ here.” Aymeric sits opposite him across the table, haloed by the soft glow of fire. “I wanted to get closer to the fire…”
The words trail off. A soft frown pinches Avi’li’s brow, doubt in his own words. The fire had been so far from his mind.
Haurchefant sucks his teeth, unconvinced. He lazily reaches out and tugs a stray lock of Avi’li’s silvery hair. “No one would blame you for it, you know,” he says as Avi’li bats his hand away. “Ser Aymeric is a handsome man, and a good quarter of knights could admit to feeling the same.”
“Haurchefant, I have a girlfriend.” Y’mhitra. Beautiful, intelligent Y’mhitra with an older, scarier sister. Haurchefant scoffs.
“It cannot be considered unfaithful for merely being attracted to someone else besides your partner. Then everyone would commit infidelity.”
I guess that’s true, Avi’li thinks. Dating someone has never kept his eyes from wandering, albeit things are different with Mhitra. Exclusive. Is it really okay for him to feel this way? Is it really made better if so many others feel the same?
Wait, Avi’li squints at Haurchefant. “A quarter of knights… are you attracted to Aymeric?”
Haurchefant coughs uncomfortably. Sitting up, he preoccupies himself with the goblets and wine. He tops their drinks off, finishing the bottle. All the while, Avi’li watches him with increasing speculation.
Finally, as he hands Avi’li a cup, Haurchefant admits, “I was, yes. For a short time, just in passing, really.” He observes his drink, lifts it high, watches the light glint off the polished bronze. “We never had much reason to speak to each other until we came into our respective positions.”
“So you never fucked?”
Haurchefant barks out a laugh. “No! Could you imagine? Mm, actually I can imagine—“ he shakes his head—“But we do have a bit of a shared history with the same man.” His thumb taps against his goblet. “Training can be an insular time for all of us.”
Avi’li’s frowns and takes a sip of wine. “And how did you know you were crushin’? That you weren’t just… admirin’?”
“Crushing?”
“Fancyin’.”
“Avi’li, you’ve been with others before, correct? Romantically?” Avi’li arcs an eyebrow, staring. “Ah.” Haurchefant waves a hand. “Quite right and anyone besides your dear Y’mhitra?”
“Yes…”
Haurchefant can’t help the soft laugh at his friend’s wary tone. “And when you are… were around them, ‘admiring’ them as you say, how do you feel?”
“Like my…” Avi’li’s brows furrows, eyes blinking slowly. “…chest was being squeezed…”
Y’mhitra, bathed in the glow of her lamplight and Avi’li can’t help but lean forward and kiss her. When V’kebbe bites into a sandwich with all the bliss in the world and Avi’li wonders about her teeth on his skin. How Jacke’s fingers slide down the length of a knife and—
He gapes. “Did I fuckin’ have a crush on Jacke?”
“Language, my good sir,” Haurchefant tsks. “And who in the seven hells is Jacke, pray tell? I thought we were talking about Ser Aymeric?”
—when Aymeric meets his eyes across the oak table with a smile and Avi’li must look away, heat in his chest.
“Fuck. I think I like Aymeric.”
“You do not say.”
“In the fancyin’ way.”
“In all honesty, I am deeply surprised you were not already aware.”
“How was I supposed to know?” Avi’li releases a wistful sigh, eyes fixed to the wooden beams above their heads, expression wondrous. “I’ve never thought of a man in this way before. What do I even do?”
A moment of comfortable quiet envelopes them. Haurchefant sits and observes Avi’li’s silent musings, watching the emotion shift so openly in his face. Finally, he sets the goblet down, moves a touch closer to his friend and lays beside him, eyes cast up to the ceiling.
“You would not court two women the same way, would you?”
“No.”
“And you would not court anyone without discussing it with Y’mhitra first?”
“Of course not.”
Haurchefant nudges his side lightly with an elbow. “Then this need not be any different. Every person is unique in how you approach them for romance and intimacy. You need not act on it at all if you do not wish it. Do not overthink this simply because of someone’s gender. Instead, I encourage you to enjoy how much love this world has to offer us.”
Avi’li chuckles warmly. “Such a poet.”
“Of course, any self respecting Ishgardian knight is such.”
Incredibly enough, I can even present a 2009 vs 2019 of the same character!
I used to draw my problematic boy Averic so much. He was my second most beloved rp character whom I wrote from 2006 until 2013. I’m glad a wave of nostalgia hit me this year.
