[francel follows aymeric's gesture to where lord ilvaux's actor is indeed standing outside the stage doors, politely greeting his small crowd of devotees. already, some noble ladies have begun plying the young man with gifts: one woman is holding a bouquet of roses; another, a box of some no doubt luxurious jewelry. tokens to show who truly loves their idol most.
all of them are calling his name to get his attention. "alterre!" "alterre, a moment, if you would?" "alterre..."
because of the actor's fans, francel can't get any closer to him without pushing through some very determined ladies — so he settles for calling out, the only tenor voice in a chorus of sopranos. "master alterre!" he says, somewhat loudly. "your performance was brilliant!"
that gets lord ilvaux's attention. the chance that he would reciprocate francel's particular brand of admiration is not terribly high — but, in ishgard, there are things that men may do between men that they cannot do with the fairer sex, and being rather more intimate is one of them. alterre the actor has graced every noble lady with a smile and a polite thank-you; when he turns to the only noble lord that has greeted him, he instead delivers a roguish wink and a blown kiss. "thank you kindly, my lord — thank you kindly, brother!" he calls back, in a rather genuine voice.
elated, francel turns back toward aymeric, gleaming with glee.]
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all of them are calling his name to get his attention. "alterre!" "alterre, a moment, if you would?" "alterre..."
because of the actor's fans, francel can't get any closer to him without pushing through some very determined ladies — so he settles for calling out, the only tenor voice in a chorus of sopranos. "master alterre!" he says, somewhat loudly. "your performance was brilliant!"
that gets lord ilvaux's attention. the chance that he would reciprocate francel's particular brand of admiration is not terribly high — but, in ishgard, there are things that men may do between men that they cannot do with the fairer sex, and being rather more intimate is one of them. alterre the actor has graced every noble lady with a smile and a polite thank-you; when he turns to the only noble lord that has greeted him, he instead delivers a roguish wink and a blown kiss. "thank you kindly, my lord — thank you kindly, brother!" he calls back, in a rather genuine voice.
elated, francel turns back toward aymeric, gleaming with glee.]
Oh, did you see that, Aymeric? He winked at me!