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Continued from this thread, just spinning it out into an entire AU now!

Some notes to keep in mind:

  • Aymeric drank Vidofnir's blood and is now a member of Hraesvelgr's brood. He spends his time primarily within the confines of Zenith and Asah, though he makes forays to Anyx Trine to visit the dragon colony there. While still considered something of a broodling by his 'sire,' he has every intention of becoming a dedicated guardian of Zenith, just like Vidofnir and Vedrfolnir.
  • Has renovated one of the dwellings within Asah for his personal use, which also serves as a secondary residence for Ariane, as well. Is somewhat involved with the local moogles working to restore Zenith to its former glory.
  • Due to the nature of the covenant forged between him and Vidofnir, he is incapable of reverting fully to human form (for now). His current form resembles that of a bipedal, gargoyle-esque creature, or perhaps a more draconic version of an Au Ra male. (Art forthcoming.) His entire body is covered in indigo scales, save for his face and ears, and a heart-shaped patch on his chest. Thickness of scales varies depending on placement, but more heavily armored scales are located on back, shoulders, arms, and legs. Smaller, softer scales are in more flexible areas, including his belly. Claws and horns are black, along with his dorsal spines. He is capable of flight but limited to carrying smaller burdens, maximum weight allowance of one (1) adult Elezen.
  • He recently gained the ability to shift fully into dragon form, thus increasing his combat capabilities exponentially. Despite the coloration of his scales, he is not ice-aspected. He can breath fire and also has some limited control over Holy spells, similar to other white dragons.
  • Is currently in a polyamorous relationship with Ariane and Estinien.
  • Is capable of laying eggs and has fathered two broods with Estinien and one with Ariane (technically no genetic material was exchanged, but it counts!).
  • Can reproduce asexually like any other dragon through methods similar to real world lizards, most likely parthenogenesis or self-cloning. The process often requires sexual stimulation in order to induce ovulation, though many of the greater wyrms can do so without a partner. Aymeric isn't old enough to do the latter yet.
  • More to add as I think of things!

Date: 2021-11-27 10:14 pm (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (return of the hero [😈])
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
That was really something else, the way they both got carried away. The wild high of having a dragon at her mercy, the guilty pang afterwards of seeing the imprint of the rug upon his cheek and realizing how uncharacteristically rough she had been with him... You're okay, right? she'd asked him anxiously as she untied his bonds. That was okay? You took it so well, my treasure. A better consort I couldn't imagine...

Yes, it was a wise choice to save that idol (dildo) for something special. An experience like that should stay fresh! They'll get too used to it if it happens often... Among several other reasons to put that thing away for now. Possibly as many as a dozen reasons.

"You think it's that many?" Ariane peers down at his belly, thinking of the previous brood and how the individual eggs compare to him now, grown huge with her clutch. (Hers!!) In her rough estimation it's... not implausible. Her gaze lifts to meet his, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I want to be there when he sees them. Not even a dragon, and I gave you more eggs than him!"

She's just about to kiss him again when he groans, and immediately she draws back to give him a little breathing room. Though she keeps her hands upon his belly, she can't feel anything different. Not that that means much— she isn't the one carrying them, after all!

"Is everything all right? Want to go lie down?"

Perhaps he'd be more comfortable in his nest?
Edited Date: 2021-11-28 08:47 pm (UTC)

Date: 2021-12-03 04:54 am (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (snrk)
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
Before following, Ariane goes back to the doorway to retrieve her gift. She brings the potted carnation over near the nest, setting it carefully upon a windowsill where its spicy scent might waft down to him. Perhaps it will be a comfort to him in the uncomfortable days that precede laying. It seems she was wiser than she knew when she decided it was time to bring it home!

"Peace, my heart, I have no intention of egging Estinien on," she says, kneeling to kiss him on the forehead before she moves into the space he made for her. (Was that an intentional pun? Only Ariane knows, and she's letting on nothing.) "Knowing him, he would insist upon giving you a dozen next!"

Seriously, you three. Have you never heard of quality over quantity?

She cuddles up against him, her hand once again coming to rest on his round belly. She thought the novelty had worn off after two broods of dragonets and the dud clutches in between, but this one— this time, she just can't seem to keep her hands off of it!

"You know, it's really rather unfair when you think about it. He could at least lay a few blanks once in a while."

Careful what you wish for, Ariane. How much do you want to deal with a cranky, egg-laden former Azure Dragoon?

Date: 2021-12-04 02:55 am (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (soft smile 1)
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
Ariane snorts. "As though he would let me!"

She wouldn't be wholly surprised were Estinien to respond to belly rubs as the cantankerous stray cat he is: claws out! But that just leaves her hands free for the one who does like them, doesn't it? Ariane continues her slow caresses, gradually moving in an outward spiral to cover as much ground as possible. Idly she wonders if they have any of that auri-made salve left; it would do his scales good where they're stretched to the limits. She would have to get up to get it, though, and she's really quite comfortable, and from the way that catlike purr rumbles through his chest it seems that holding her close is doing him more good than any lotion, potion or cream.

"He wouldn't disappear for long. Between you, me, and a flock of eager broodlings who believe they're playing hide-and-go-seek? Why, our Estinien wouldn't stand a chance." Ariane flashes him a wicked grin. "If all else failed, I could always call upon Tataru."

(Now, Ariane, there's no need to be mean about it.)

She closes her eyes, briefly entertaining the thought of joining forces with Aymeric; not to chase down Estinien, but to get him into his predicament in the first place... not that they should try just now! But if they did, perhaps using the fertility idol (Dragon. Dildo. Just say it, Ariane.) on him for inspiration first... The eggs shift slightly beneath her gentle touch, startling Ariane out of her reverie with a gasp.

"Now you stop that." She scoots down so she can press a kiss to the curve of his belly. "He's just gotten comfortable, and I'll ask you all to let him stay that way a while longer."

Date: 2021-12-06 05:12 am (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (Default)
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
"Sing to them?" Ariane drums her fingers (lightly!) against his belly, thinking. Of course, she has a sizable repertoire to choose from and therein lies the rub: choosing one! Perhaps the one about the end of the Dragonsong War that had so fascinated the older dragonlings when she'd played it for them? Though that's heavy fare for infants... or...

The answer strikes her, so obvious it could hardly be anything else. Smiling softly, she hums a few bars of an old, familiar melody before lifting her voice in song. The words are older than either of them, drawn from Ariane's earliest memories of childhood: a simple lullaby about a baby bird.

She closes her eyes, and behind them the ghost of Marielle's kindly face gazes down upon her; the echo of her voice sounds in Ariane's ears, subtly rougher and a shade lower than her own. As she sings the final phrase, she can almost feel the phantom brush of lips upon her forehead, as though even now her mother were kissing her goodnight and bidding her go back to sleep...

She wraps her arms about him, pressing her forehead to his stomach, and lies silent. Just for this moment, the swell of emotions within her chest crowds out the possibility of words.
Edited Date: 2021-12-06 10:31 pm (UTC)

sneaks this in while my student naps

Date: 2021-12-08 05:30 pm (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (what angel wakes me [💟])
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
"Mm-hmm." Ariane draws back just enough to look him in the eye. "She had a fair few of them, but that was always my favorite."

She chuckles. "Why, I think I used to get up in the night on purpose, just so she would put me back to bed!"

Ariane gives his belly a last fond pat before scooting back to her former position at his eye level. There's a faraway, nostalgic quality to her smile, the one that so often comes over her when she speaks of her late mother. "I wish you could have met her. She would have liked you, I think."

(Really, who wouldn't?)

"It was just us, you know?" Yawning, she snuggles up closer, tucking her head beneath his chin. "We paid so few visits to the city proper, I hardly knew Grandmama and Grandpapa and Uncle until I was out on my own. I always used to want a big family when I grew up..."

She grins. "And you certainly gave me that, didn't you?"

Date: 2021-12-24 06:24 am (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (snrk)
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
"I was. My father— though that seems too strong a word, really— left before I was born, as you recall, and as far back as I can remember Mother never got involved with another man. I don't know if she didn't want to risk it again, if she hadn't gotten over him. Or if it just wasn't as important to her as other things— like me, and her work." She sort of shrugs one shoulder. "I asked plenty of times and never got the same answer twice. I wouldn't really say I was lonely, since we had each other... but it would have been nice to have more children my age around."

She reaches up to brush his bangs off his face. Her expression is soft, the melting tenderness he brings out in her through hardly more than existing in her presence.

"It may be a little late to have this conversation..." Since he's near giving birth to his third round of broodlings, and no longer the right species to get her pregnant even if they tried. "But I'm glad that we're on the same page. Our children will never want for love. Or playmates!"

Just as she says "playmates," there's a knock at the door and a familiar chorus of kupo!s from outside.

"Delivery for Ser Aymeric, kupo!"

Ariane sighs. "Make the door open itself, darling. It's cozy right here."

"Kupo-po? Is anybody home?"

The door does not, in fact, open itself. Reluctantly, Ariane rolls over, taking her time in pushing up to her feet while the moogles outside chatter amongst themselves. When she finally answers the door, a good half dozen of the flying fuzzballs stream in, each carrying a colorful, clearly handmade basket in their tiny paws.

"You, er, seem to have forgotten the delivery part...?" Ariane asks, nonplussed, looking at the empty baskets.

"Oh, no, kupo. These are the delivery!" one of the moogles chirps, setting theirs down next to Aymeric's head.

"One of the men that's working with us at Barr Lehs was talking to Mogton and he said, 'don't put all your eggs in one basket'—"

"And we heard Ser Aymeric had eggs!"

"So we brought him enough baskets for all of them, kupo!"

Woven by moogle paws to moogle scale, each of the baskets might fit a single dragon egg.
Edited Date: 2021-12-24 06:27 am (UTC)

Date: 2022-02-13 07:48 pm (UTC)
nophicascounsel: (what angel wakes me [💟])
From: [personal profile] nophicascounsel
Does Aymeric, too, ever stop and wonder about the life choices that led to them keeping kupo nuts on hand by the bushel for the purpose of appeasing moogles? Not that Ariane is complaining; for all that the little fuzzballs can be a nuisance at times, they're just irresistibly cute, and:

"They've become quite the artisans," she remarks, examining another one of the baskets. How did they manage such a strong, close weave with those stubby little paws? "I'm rather proud of the little fellows, aren't you?"

She holds the basket up in line with the far windowsill, humming thoughtfully. Perhaps if she lines a few up over there... and those wildflowers growing up by Four Arms would go beautifully with the color of the ribbons... yes, perfect. Ariane gives a satisfied nod.

For now, though, she gathers them up to pile on the dining table. Decorating can wait. Her beloved needs a good long rest, and she has a mind to join him.

(Morning...)

Ariane knows she was dreaming a moment ago, but the details are already faded into cobweb tatters, leaving only a brief and disorienting feeling that she ought to have wings. She blinks blearily, vaguely bemused to find herself with her arms wrapped about his legs, using his belly as an awkward pillow. That wasn't at all where she was when she fell asleep...

Subtle movement beneath her cheek. The eggs shifting again? Ariane's lips curve into a small smile. Her eggs. She turns her head slightly to plant a kiss upon his warm scales.

"Morning, 'm'ric," she mumbles, then something that might be "my love" but blends into a yawn. "You awake?"
Edited Date: 2022-02-14 08:21 pm (UTC)

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