[ Seldom does he let emotions other than staunch resolve and determination and a sort of patriotic pride show. On occasion, he has even managed to be absolutely joyful, just as he was when the conference was set to begin. That, of course, was short-lived. What he refuses to let anyone see are emotions that he believes belong to a much younger Aymeric, one who was far less in control of himself than he is now.
They almost boiled over following the death of his father; not the one who raised him, although that was a particularly trying time in itself, but the one who never accepted him, either publicly or privately. Of course, they were never close, but the remnants of that young man who desperately (perhaps foolishly) wanted to form some kind of connection with him felt a keen sense of loss and regret for something that never had a chance and could never be. ]
Of course I shall make certain of it, whether I sleep tonight or not. [ He knows how to play his part and to do it to the best of his ability. A setback like this, or whatever it might be called, will not stop him from doing his duty. ]
Although... [ He manages a small smile, because in spite of everything, he finds himself amused by the notion of her putting him to bed. ] If you were to do that, I would not complain. [ Is he serious or jesting? Perhaps even he doesn't know.
And if it were not too forward and bound to lead to trouble, he would ask that she join him. He has no desire to cause a scandal involving either of them, so naturally, he refrains from saying that.
His smile is quick to fade, however, as he ponders what his fellow Ishgardians must be thinking. He will give them all the time that they need, but what he truly fears is his own fallibility and how simple a thing it would be for him to take a misstep as did Thordan and bring Ishgard down with him. ]
I fear that should I make a wrong decision, I will betray the ones who raised me and all of Ishgard as well.
[ He remains positioned where he is, with his head resting against her, and although his expression remains fairly placid and his hands now stilled from their earlier involuntary movements, his grip on her tightens as his doubt rises.
After a moment, however, he finds his voice once more, and he tries to interject as much certainty into it as he can. ]
The plans that we have made, rough as they are, nevertheless are a sound foundation to build upon. [ They require some fine-tuning and further development, but he believes they can be turned into the solid plans that he needs them to be. ]
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They almost boiled over following the death of his father; not the one who raised him, although that was a particularly trying time in itself, but the one who never accepted him, either publicly or privately. Of course, they were never close, but the remnants of that young man who desperately (perhaps foolishly) wanted to form some kind of connection with him felt a keen sense of loss and regret for something that never had a chance and could never be. ]
Of course I shall make certain of it, whether I sleep tonight or not. [ He knows how to play his part and to do it to the best of his ability. A setback like this, or whatever it might be called, will not stop him from doing his duty. ]
Although... [ He manages a small smile, because in spite of everything, he finds himself amused by the notion of her putting him to bed. ] If you were to do that, I would not complain. [ Is he serious or jesting? Perhaps even he doesn't know.
And if it were not too forward and bound to lead to trouble, he would ask that she join him. He has no desire to cause a scandal involving either of them, so naturally, he refrains from saying that.
His smile is quick to fade, however, as he ponders what his fellow Ishgardians must be thinking. He will give them all the time that they need, but what he truly fears is his own fallibility and how simple a thing it would be for him to take a misstep as did Thordan and bring Ishgard down with him. ]
I fear that should I make a wrong decision, I will betray the ones who raised me and all of Ishgard as well.
[ He remains positioned where he is, with his head resting against her, and although his expression remains fairly placid and his hands now stilled from their earlier involuntary movements, his grip on her tightens as his doubt rises.
After a moment, however, he finds his voice once more, and he tries to interject as much certainty into it as he can. ]
The plans that we have made, rough as they are, nevertheless are a sound foundation to build upon. [ They require some fine-tuning and further development, but he believes they can be turned into the solid plans that he needs them to be. ]