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[travelerscurse]

It's so strange, being back.

Ishgard hasn't changed in hundreds of years, strange to think it would have changed since he'd been here last, but then, everywhere else he'd been has changed just in the time he's been there. So it's strange to be walking streets he knows from his childhood but with eyes that are so different.

Beside him, Emmanelain chatters on about the different facets of city life. He had made sure Haurchefant knew to petition his former family with as much discretion as possible. They, of course, had simply said their son had died and they were certain some fugitive from Uldah couldn't be him anyway. He hadn't expected any differently. He feels like that person is dead and he breathes on as someone wholly different anyway, but it's strange, to be being shown around the place he grew up in by a member of one of the High Houses, someone his parents would have killed for him to be friends with just a few short years earlier, as though he were a stranger to this place.

He has always been a stranger to this place.

Dressed in Gridanian fashion and tanned lightly by the sun, he doesn't expect there's anyone here who would recognize him. He'd been barely more than a ghost when he left, hardly a warrior of anything. But as they pass through the Jeweled Croizer and Emmanelain gets caught up talking to some girl he's been trying to woo, there's a sudden, strange sensation at the back of his head, something like and unlike the Echo, and he turns, eyes scanning the busy street for... something. Someone.

(For some reason, unbidden, he remembers the night of the Calamity, giant pieces of some other part of Eorzea raining from the sky..

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[whatsina_name]

Oh no. The giggle is adorable. He wants until she moves to push him away, pulling back enough to grin and give her cheek a gentle kiss, though his hand still rests on her bare thigh, the slick aftermath against her skin. "Somewhere more private, my lady?" he teases with his breath against her ear. He already knows the answer, but she may need a moment before walking is a good idea...

[travelerscurse]

"Gods yes," she breathes out in response even though, predictably, it's a few more moments after that before she can somewhat sort herself. Elezen have a lot of limbs, after all, and hers are all over the place. She's a mess, just from this, but once she regains herself a bit it's the practiced work of a few moments to set herself to rights.

They've never talked much about it beyond that Phillip knows Gustavain rarely slept in a cold bed when he was a younger adventurer, but the ease with which hair and clothes are straightened, the way it's automatic, without thought, definitely shows that this is not the first time this has happened. They've talked about deeper things, bared their souls to one another in a way more literal than most people. But there's still room in things like this for surprise perhaps. They rarely talk about their pasts before re-meeting.

There's something boyish about her neck giggle, when she tries to stand up and fails the first time,

"Give a lady a hand, would you?" she quips, eyes clearly sparkling with the knowledge that she's in this situation to begin with because he "gave her a hand".

[whatsina_name]

Phillip knows quite well that Gustavain doesn't know plenty about him, the life he's lead too long to cover and most of it not relevant. So while he does know that it is true in reverse, it always does surprise him when something unknown shows up like this, his lover able to put herself together with little help at all.

He grins at the giggle, reaching a hand out with a flourish to help her up as he stands. Once she's on her feet and steady, he'll begin to lead them out, towards the privacy of tha annex- or wherever ese they may find themselves.

[travelerscurse]

She's not picky. If he leads her to an alley or back to their rooms or to the aetheryte to have an entire change of venue, it doesn't matter at all. She both doesn't give a damn so long as it's somewhere private enough that they can fuck and also she's not entirely recovered enough to express much of a preference, still riding on that warm, semi-wobbly feeling post-orgasm.

She does, however, behave herself, which speaks much more to her desperation than her patience. She wants out of the public eye right now so that they can get back to exploring all of the newness this form brings.

It was definitely a good idea, coming to Phillip immediately afterwards. Any bit of uncomfortableness about this is deafened in the desire to explore it.

[whatsina_name]

His default is their room, so their room is where they wind up- barely. Meaning, as soon as the door closes behind them, Phillip is pressing her up against it with a feverish kiss. Given that he's in a skirt as well, it's easily enough to slip his underwear off entirely. He'll reach to get hers off as well, but once that's done he's more interested in learning the rest of her body properly where they couldn't touch before.

His hands slide up the curves of her body, more defined than they've normally been, and after some brief exploration there one finds a breast. He brushes it over the fabric to start, letting her have some time to get used to the sensation of friction and the very different kind of pleasure it can cause before he squeezes a little, testing the waters there.

[travelerscurse]

She only doesn't tell him to just rip the underwear off of her because she's distracted by that kiss. This whole outfit, elaborate as it is, is just something she's bought for the scene she's already made. She cares absolutely not at all what happens to it now.

She wraps one leg around one of his, pulling him in close and her side of the kiss is as hungry as his. For now, though, she lets him lead, more out of curiosity than anything else. Gustavain is no stranger to female lovers, so the ways of pleasuring this form aren't unknown to him, but he'd rather sit back and enjoy the experience more than lead it, at least for this first real round.

The initial exploration gets a sort of curious noise voiced into the space between their mouths when he first brushes his hand over her, followed by a low, pleased groan when he squeezes her breast, her leg tightening around the outside of his.

[whatsina_name]

Those clothes are not likely to last much longer in either case, but Phillip isn't quite to the point where he needs her naked right this moment. There is a difference between knowing how to please a female lover and being on the receiving end of that, and he's intending to be quite thorough in giving her than experience.

He lavishes attention on her breast, pulling down her clothing enough to bring skin to skin. His other hand begins to work on discarding her coat, but that is much lower on than priority list than keeping them pressed up together and letting her feel the difference in how their bodies fit with her new curves.