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[ He is not one to call it lovely...but he is certainly a changed man in that he does not chastise her for saying so. He has learned he can no more control the opinions of others than he can pluck the sun from the sky.

...

She also provides a very soothing distraction. ]

If all is sorted soon, it will be as it was.

[ And so, pleasing to her. ]

I hope, then, for your sake, that it is sorted out rather sooner than later.

Out of curiosity, how did you get yourself into this situation?

[Because based on Estinien's track record, Perne is convinced he is a troublemaker.]

[ He clears his throat, then just admits it outright, quite stiff and proper. ]

I had an encounter with the slime at the springs.

It stains.

An encounter.

[Her eyebrows knit together, even if he won't see it.]

Does that mean your... Well. Did all of your hair turn that colour?

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... [ The pause is Estinien taking the time to decide whether or not he wishes to be completely truthful. ]

Yes. All of it.

May I have a picture of that, too?

[At least she asks politely. Although that she gets the courage to even do so is clearly because of... Well. Likely having come off of the recent triple moon cycle.

Or maybe that is just her.]

[ Since this is not video, she will not see how openly taken aback he is. She is...asking...for...No one has been so bold, so far. No one. He feels his ears and the back of his neck warm.

He dwells on it, pacing, then sitting. Considering.

Then, a little time later--

Perne receives a soft notification from her device. The picture is tilted, and shows the tight, muscular expanse of his belly leading down to the slant of his hips. His other hand is holding the waistband of his smalls out, so that she can see the only body hair he owns that is actually visible: his pubic hair.

As well as his cock. That is there, too. ]

[!

Perne is, admittedly a little surprised he's so willing. She's almost expected him to simply tell her 'no.' If he had, she would have left it at that, even. Perne is not a particularly pushy woman unless it's necessary to be so.

He doesn't know it, but she's quite comfortably curled up in a chair with a book, so when his message comes through, his picture is... suddenly a lot more interesting than whatever it is she's been reading. And she spends... a decent... amount of time staring.

He really is nicely put together. And she has certainly brushed her fair share of fingertips over those well-sculpted ripples and slants. She smiles and to keep herself from doing so too much, she has to bite into her lip.

By the Fury.]

Oh, I do not think the colour is so bad. I find it a bit charming, really. 'Tis cute, Estinien. Somehow it makes your...

[Gods. How does she say his cock is less intimidating when the pink comes into perspective. Let's be real, Perne doesn't spend a lot of time staring at his cock when they're together. A picture lets her do that. She's not as familiar with it as she'd like to be, honestly.]

That is. I rather like all of it. I suppose I ought to spend more appreciating that part of you, should I not.

[ Now that the deed is done, now that he has pressed that button and released the latch on this strangely forbidden and tempting box--

Estinien finds himself sitting up straighter on his own bed.

He finds himself...entranced. A little. By his boldness. By hers. By an exchange that would simply not happen in Ishgard. One cannot send filthy portraits to one another via Moogle Post with any speed at all. This is, by its novelty and intimacy and newness, very...thrilling.

He swallows hard before he resumes the call. It seems more appropriate that he should be the one speaking and she not. ]

There are few I would allow to call me cute.

[ If his voice is huskier than it was before, well... ]

[Perne has found it much easier to own her words when one cannot see her. When one cannot hear her. She can act in ways that allow her a bit more freedom and audacity, with less fear of repercussions for her behaviour. In spite of the length of time she has been in Lunatia's grasp, the concept of oppression is still heavily rooted in her depths. Estinien is intimately familiar with this concept, as are others, and thus she has felt no need to ever explain that.

She doesn't have the courage to let him hear her. At least not yet. In the same way she has yet to find the courage to be anywhere near him during a Cordis moon. One sun, perhaps, though she fears what she's like when in his presence like so.

His response makes her smile. It's not simply the words. It's the tone. Since when has she had such an effect on him? She, who thinks she is very much nothing and not at all significant enough to conjure such thoughts and feelings in others. When she thinks of herself 'attraction' and 'desire' are not words that come to mind.]

Are you telling me that I am special? You could not stop me from calling you as I wished to if you tried. I do as I please.

[ She is certainly apart. That he cannot deny.

His heart goes many places but his regard is strong with her and he can guess it is because of what they share: their country and all its long shadow that follows them in the rest of their lives. While he can explain some things to his lovers, they do not know, not the way that Perne, or Aymeric, or Haurchefant would know.

That sets her...apart. ]

You are.

In your way.

[ He has to take a few small, heated breaths before going on. ]

Is there aught else you need of me...?

[His response pleases her and she is quite pleased he can't see that. He too, is special. In his own way. She is hard-pressed to say so, but suspects it may be transparent in how she treats him.

She zeroes in on the sound of his voice, a bit undeniably drawn to it. She cannot help wanting to tease him more. In her very own Perne-like fashion.]

I suspect you are attempting to be rid of me. Mayhaps it has something to do with potential distraction?

[She has not forgotten the last time they had such a similar discussion. Perhaps...]

I ought to give you something in return. For your distractions.

It...may.

[ And he does clear his throat slightly, implying a few...troubles on his end of the line. ] I also have an associate that has offered to help me with the removal of the coloring in my hair. I am preparing to leave to see it done now.

[ Before any other indignities can occur. ]

But I will always welcome gifts from you, Perne.

[ There is a certain tone to her name. Perne. A tone just for her. ]

[He makes her pause for... some time. No. She hasn't missed the way he's said that or the effect that it has on her. She'll hold onto it for some time.

But. He has places to be. She must not keep him.]

You should not let me keep you. Apologies for that. I will leave you to that and...

Later. I will give you... something later. For you only.

I...anticipate it highly.

[ From the tone of his voice, he means that with all sincerity. ]

We will speak again.

[ A prospect he has come to come forward to. ]

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