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Aymeric's ebon eyelashes caught much of the drifting snowflakes that fell from the heavens. His aquamarine eyes pierced the Warrior of Light's core, who's soul was completely enveloped by their oceanic hue. The Hero gently caressed his thumb over his lover's face and eyes, spiriting away any snow fall trying to mute the tall Elezen's beautiful features. Aymeric chuckled and leaned into the Warrior of Light's side, sharing the warmth between each other as they await patiently for their tertiary partner to arrive. Estinien was late, but they knew it was probably just their lover’s fondness for being melodramatic possessing him.
The snow fell harder, minutes dragged and Aymeric and his Warrior's combined heat was losing out to their frigid environment. They clasped hands beneath their winter cloaks, a shudder took over Aymeric's form.
“Is that weakness in you I sense, Aymeric? I thought Ishgardians were used to the cold." The Warrior of Light flashed a childish grin to his partner, Aymeric unwavering, smiled back - but it was such a steeled expression.
“Maybe if my lover could have been a Black Mage instead, neither of us would be made to suffer this God's Cursed chill.”
The Hero clammed up, knowing full well that Aymeric was aware there was a Black Mage's soulstone buried somewhere on the Warrior's person; that in fact, the Warrior loved to see Aymeric's body shudder in the cold, to see his rare submission to the elements. The Elezen's eyes of blue bored holes into the Hero's inner conscious, he felt himself sweating despite the cold; those eyes could start a fire on their own, the Hero decided to himself.
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Outside of The Falcon's Nest , in the middle of a slight snow storm, two partners of a triad stubbornly awaited their third, who was theatrically dragging out his arrival.
Estinien perched on a hill powdered with snow, and watched his boyfriends from afar. Much to his own pleasure, the density of the slurry masked his silhouette from stray eyes; as he stared lovingly at his partners while they began to freeze waiting for him.
Estinien so loved to be distant and cruel when it tickled him, but they loved him for it anyway. His patrol long since completed, the beast blood already casting off with the snow melt trickling down his armor, Estinien dragged his beastly prize behind him within dense nets. The Hunt had gone well and his breast swelled with eagerness knowing there was praise he was about to receive just moments away.
Aymeric and the Hero knew Estinien was skilled, and full of himself; but also how much he deeply craved attention, and they happily and rightfully doted upon their dramatic dragoon. Estinien's breath was a hot kiss in the wind, his lungs leaked precious warmth as he strode with purpose through the snow, his metaphorical tail wagging.
Through the slurry, the form of their lover made way, an impressive aura dripping from him as he dragged a creature thrice his size behind him without a care. Estinien’s eagerness to meet their embrace ruined his ‘cool’ facade but they dared never to let him know.
They both extended their reach out for the taller silver-haired Elezen man, who cuddled into the conjoined seize of his body. The three finally felt whole, among the snowstorm, the whipping wind, the creeping malodor of the semi-fresh kill. The unity of this trio could withstand any terror, the puzzles of their lives truly completed as they held onto one another, love too gentle and simple a word to fully encompass the roiling emotions they three emanated.