Happy Nameday, Lord Commander~💙

[borelblue]

WHO: Aymeric and company
WHAT: Aymeric's birthnameday!
WHEN: March 15th
WHERE: Plot & Patisserie
WARNINGS: Nothing atm, will change as necessary. This is planned to just be a chill little cafe birthday shindig.

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Aymeric de Borel welcomes his close friends for a quiet celebration of his 33rd birthnameday

Tea, cake, and good vibes! While the celebration itself mainly involves Aymeric's closest acquaintances, they didn't rent out Plot & Patisserie - feel free to just-so-happen-to-be-there at the same time. Gifts are not expected, but very appreciated. Any gifts can be dropped off here - Aymeric's general TL is here.

Eat, drink, and be merry!

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Gifts!

[borelblue]

Drop off gifts here!

Aymeric "Nameday Boy" de Borel

[borelblue]

[General toplevel for Aymeric - whether you're interacting with him proper or just giving a "happy birth/nameday" in passing, you can do so here!]

[squidzure]

Estinien sat torn between wanting his friend to get the attention he deserved and hoping none of that attention was given to him, in turn. He was more than content to stay by the sidelines, but in the past Aymeric had certainly made efforts to... include him. But this was about Aymeric, not Estinien, so Estinien sat with his legs crossed, staring down at the cake in front of him.

"This is much different than our nameday parties back in Ishgard, eh?"

[borelblue]

"A little bit," he conceded, smirking. "What can I say? They make superb sweets here. Though if you're particularly feeling the absence of spirits..."

Aymeric glanced around, then withdrew a small flask from an inside pocket and slipped it to Estinien.

He added, voice low, "This ought to provide the burn you're looking for."

[squidzure]

A bark of laughter. "Aye, my friend. You know what is needed to liven up a party."

Without hesitation, Estinien took the flask and poured a reasonable amount into his drink before handing it back to Aymeric. "Now this is a proper Ishgardian nameday."

[borelblue]

"Indeed, indeed." He raised his own spiked drink in invitation for cheers with a grin. "May Halone keep us, that we may see our next namedays."

"And...thank you for joining me today. I have ever been glad and proud to call you friend," Aymeric added, his voice and smile softening.

[squidzure]

Estinien raised his glass to toast Aymeric's words, then took a long drink.

"Aye, my friend." He was not about to lie and say something like I wouldn't miss it for the world when they both knew that Estinien was the flightiest of friends, hard to hold down and even harder to get to attend such gatherings. But here he was.

"I am glad to have arrived here with you and full glad that you have finally found a partner to make you happy." And to get him laid. But mostly the happy thing.

[borelblue]

A truth, for better or worse, that Aymeric accepted along with their friendship. It made Estinien's presence that day all the more special to him.

"'Finally', indeed. Patience is a virtue, as they say, and I'd like to think that mine has paid off. And I am glad, in turn, that the two of you seem to get along well enough."

"Speaking of getting along...'twould seem you're developing a rather interesting relationship with Sun Spear. Care to tell me more?"

[lygophobic]

In an ideal world, Sun Spear would have walked in, dropped Aymeric's gift off, and fucked off because she absolutely was not the type for parties like this. Unfortunately, she was currently in hell and accidentally made eye contact with the nameday boy. Fuck.

"Hey." She said gruffly, handing him a small, plain box. "Here. Happy fucking... whatever." Birthday. Estinien said nameday though? 'Fucking whatever' solidly in the middle.

[borelblue]

He blinked. He smiled. He laughed lightly as he accepted the gift.

"Thank you, Sun Spear. For both the gift, and your visit. I'll not keep you longer than you wish to stay."

And just in case that meant she planned to leave then and there, Aymeric began opening the present. The fact that she came at all when she was already uncomfortable meant she cared enough to push through, and he appreciated that.

[lygophobic]

"It's fine." She said with a shrug, pulling a flask out of her pocket and taking a swig of the contents.

Sun Spear didn't know Aymeric well, but she had been in his house quite a few times and got the general vibe that he was a big fancy nerd so. Inside the box was a suitably fancy and nerdy quill and a bottle of black ink.

[borelblue]

Aymeric's eyes widened when he opened the box. "Oh...this is beautiful," he said in awe. "What an exquisite quill!"

He turned his gaze back to Sun Spear, his eyes alight with joy. "Thank you very much, my friend. I look forward to using this at any and every opportunity."

She guessed his vibe right.

[lygophobic]

Sun Spear took another swig of her drink and nodded.

"Good. You're welcome." She wasn't sure what to say after that. "Got any plans for your birthday beyond this?"

[borelblue]

"Nothing in particular," he began. "The evening looks to be quiet, so Night Sky and I shall likely celebrate, just the two of us."

Although Aymeric didn't mean it as in sex, that was more than likely what would happen.

He looked to the quill once more before closing the box and slipping it into a pocket. "Though perhaps I shall come up with an excuse to write something, too," he added.

[lygophobic]

"Gonna fuck all night? Good for her." And him, she guessed, but she was here to support her fellow Sylvan getting railed or vice versa.

She nodded and absently offered her flask to him. There was whiskey in it. "You got the air of a man who enjoys..." a beat. "Paperwork."

[borelblue]

"Ah - " Aymeric sheepishly chuckled. She wasn't wrong.

Oh, good, booze. He took the offered flask, then a sip from it. He enjoyed the whiskey's burn for a moment as he listened.

"Would that I did half as much as I appear. At least, back home, that is. Being both lord commander of the Temple Knights and Speaker of the House of Lords has seen me nigh on buried in forms and reports. Though every one of them is, hopefully, a step in the right direction for Ishgard." He shrugs a little and hands the flask back, adding, "Not bad, by the way. Here," before offering his own in turn. Within is a high quality brandy.

slides in super late bc you told me it was okie

[orangebrained]

There you are! A man shouldn't be so hard to find at his own celebration.

[E'kayan, as is his habit, pops up by the Elezen's elbow and smiles up at him with both hands clasped behind his back. As if he'd miss the nameday of one of his dearest friends... even if things were not entirely how they should be.]

I brought something for you. Uh-- here.

[It's a small box wrapped in blue paper. Inside it Aymeric would find a pair of ear cuffs of a design similar to the earrings E'kayan was wearing when they swapped their jewellery, save with a sapphire stone instead of a ruby one.]

I thought they looked good on you when you wore them.

[borelblue]

Oh - Kayan! [Aymeric chuckles, a touch sheepish.] I'm afraid that being the centre of attention means being drawn in every which way. But, you've my own attention now. Full glad am I that you could come.

[A gift! His eyes widen as he opens the box.]

Ah, yes, I do recall this design...I, uh...[He clears his throat, though he remains flustered - a little uncomfortable.] Begging your pardon, Kayan. To give a gift such as this is most...intimate, by Elezen standards. Especially since they match your own.