[ What sort of relationship might she be able to have at all? For as much as she loves to travel and see the world? She does not wish to do it always. Reprieves have to be had, and, part of her very much longs to have a place to call home and a family. While her tribe remains open arms to her? She had decided long ago the path she wanted. It is a path where she might have just her mate. Yet, how could she ask Aymeric to be anything of the sort? He has Ishgard, his House, his bloodline and name to continue on. The Scions will never let her be...
Alkaid lets out a deep sigh as the tiredness spreads across her body. Thinking about how the Scions will call upon her - regardless of how scattered they are - makes her wish to curl up in his arms and ask him once again to not let her go. Her mint eyes open to meet his sky blue ones and she forces a tired smile. ]
Of course. Call upon me or my sister, should you ever need anything. Even if it is to merely rant where prying ears should not hear. I will make sure to keep myself available for the morrow.
[ Her lips brush faintly against his again as her heart sinks ever so slightly. A bed. Truth be told, part of her had still hoped he would whisk her away to sleep beside him. In part because she has grown so used to having someone sleep beside her--quite often her sister. The other part, of course, is because she does not wish to part from him yet. They will have need to in the morning and it is not quite morning.
Alkaid's tail curls beside them as her ear stuck against her head. ]
The point of putting you to bed would be to be with you. [ Her tone is gentle, almost as if she is afraid to speak it louder. She expects him to turn down the idea of it all. Propriety and rumors; even now they must worry about it when none might see them or hear them.
Hands gently pull back and settle in her lap with her gaze dropped. Perhaps she should remove herself entirely so he might stand and head to bed. Of course, he would need to take her to the guest room arranged for her. That or he would ask one of his servants to do so. Her eyes settle on her hands as she begins to entwine them together and twist her forefingers. The nervous habit always shows as she waits for an answer she knows will not be one she wishes to hear. ]
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Alkaid lets out a deep sigh as the tiredness spreads across her body. Thinking about how the Scions will call upon her - regardless of how scattered they are - makes her wish to curl up in his arms and ask him once again to not let her go. Her mint eyes open to meet his sky blue ones and she forces a tired smile. ]
Of course. Call upon me or my sister, should you ever need anything. Even if it is to merely rant where prying ears should not hear. I will make sure to keep myself available for the morrow.
[ Her lips brush faintly against his again as her heart sinks ever so slightly. A bed. Truth be told, part of her had still hoped he would whisk her away to sleep beside him. In part because she has grown so used to having someone sleep beside her--quite often her sister. The other part, of course, is because she does not wish to part from him yet. They will have need to in the morning and it is not quite morning.
Alkaid's tail curls beside them as her ear stuck against her head. ]
The point of putting you to bed would be to be with you. [ Her tone is gentle, almost as if she is afraid to speak it louder. She expects him to turn down the idea of it all. Propriety and rumors; even now they must worry about it when none might see them or hear them.
Hands gently pull back and settle in her lap with her gaze dropped. Perhaps she should remove herself entirely so he might stand and head to bed. Of course, he would need to take her to the guest room arranged for her. That or he would ask one of his servants to do so. Her eyes settle on her hands as she begins to entwine them together and twist her forefingers. The nervous habit always shows as she waits for an answer she knows will not be one she wishes to hear. ]