[ Despite the physical rift their duties give them? She would not wish him to abandon his duty to Ishgard. The city-state is his home and all the ideals and morals he has come to embody. He should never abandon his people. A time might come when another leader steps forward and the reigns may be passed. Until that day, Alkaid will insist he be where he is needed. She will return again and again until he tires of her presence entirely.
It remains a blessing then that she is a healer. Any blow he might take for their benefit could be mended. She has lost far too much as it is. Losing him is on par to losing her sister; a part of her would be gone and she would never be the same afterwards.
She laughs gently. ] I would not call myself a gift. A blessing, however, I will allow. [ She smiles and nudges her nose to his. Then, her gaze sobers and a serious look takes her eyes. ] All I ask is that you do not forfeit your life in acting as a shield. Thisru and I have already lost one Ishgardian in such a manner.
[ While she would not say she was the closet to Haurchefant? His lost hurt her greatly as well. It was one thing to feel that she could not prevent the pain and wounds inflicted upon Aymeric in his time in the Vault. It was another to heal all she might and Haurchefant still die. Perhaps that was a small reason as to why she was so insistent to heal Aymeric after the stabbing. Of course, at the core, she loves him and did not wish to lose him. Though her quiet musings make her wonder what else drove her into such an emotional state that night.
Her hand lowers to rest above the scar from said wound.
At first, she is quiet at his question. Her forehead presses to his as her eyes slip closed. ]
No, you must understand something, Aymeric. [ her lips quickly press to his to keep him from protesting for just a moment. Her hand presses to the scar underneath his shirt. ] Everything that you have given me and Thisru since the moment we stepped into Ishgard is more than I could ever ask for.
Thisru and I are half-sisters. Our father is the same, the leader of our clan. If a clan is large enough they may have multiple leads, but ours is not that size just yet. [ Alkaid keeps her forehead to his with her eyes closed. ] Despite how close we are? Our mothers were not. Whether one thought she was better than the other, or they simply clashed, I can't truly say. All I can say is that they often scoffed at the two of us together and would make known we were not to be close, despite our shared father.
Before I even left the clan, I had decided that I didn't wish to marry within my clan. Any children I were to have would not grow up the way I had. Then, once Thisru and I were chosen by Hydaelyn... and became Champions of Eorzea? I had figured I would never be married nor have a family. My time and days spent to serving those of our star and countries. [ Finally, her eyes open to look into his light blue ones. ] You have offered your home to be ours and by doing so given us a place to return to other than our clan. You have asked me to become your wife -- lady of the House you inherited, despite what may be called of me.
[ Her other hand raises to rest gently on the side of his face as her tail sways. ] No, Ser Aymeric de Borel. I would ask nothing more of your and would require even less.
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It remains a blessing then that she is a healer. Any blow he might take for their benefit could be mended. She has lost far too much as it is. Losing him is on par to losing her sister; a part of her would be gone and she would never be the same afterwards.
She laughs gently. ] I would not call myself a gift. A blessing, however, I will allow. [ She smiles and nudges her nose to his. Then, her gaze sobers and a serious look takes her eyes. ] All I ask is that you do not forfeit your life in acting as a shield. Thisru and I have already lost one Ishgardian in such a manner.
[ While she would not say she was the closet to Haurchefant? His lost hurt her greatly as well. It was one thing to feel that she could not prevent the pain and wounds inflicted upon Aymeric in his time in the Vault. It was another to heal all she might and Haurchefant still die. Perhaps that was a small reason as to why she was so insistent to heal Aymeric after the stabbing. Of course, at the core, she loves him and did not wish to lose him. Though her quiet musings make her wonder what else drove her into such an emotional state that night.
Her hand lowers to rest above the scar from said wound.
At first, she is quiet at his question. Her forehead presses to his as her eyes slip closed. ]
No, you must understand something, Aymeric. [ her lips quickly press to his to keep him from protesting for just a moment. Her hand presses to the scar underneath his shirt. ] Everything that you have given me and Thisru since the moment we stepped into Ishgard is more than I could ever ask for.
Thisru and I are half-sisters. Our father is the same, the leader of our clan. If a clan is large enough they may have multiple leads, but ours is not that size just yet. [ Alkaid keeps her forehead to his with her eyes closed. ] Despite how close we are? Our mothers were not. Whether one thought she was better than the other, or they simply clashed, I can't truly say. All I can say is that they often scoffed at the two of us together and would make known we were not to be close, despite our shared father.
Before I even left the clan, I had decided that I didn't wish to marry within my clan. Any children I were to have would not grow up the way I had. Then, once Thisru and I were chosen by Hydaelyn... and became Champions of Eorzea? I had figured I would never be married nor have a family. My time and days spent to serving those of our star and countries. [ Finally, her eyes open to look into his light blue ones. ] You have offered your home to be ours and by doing so given us a place to return to other than our clan. You have asked me to become your wife -- lady of the House you inherited, despite what may be called of me.
[ Her other hand raises to rest gently on the side of his face as her tail sways. ] No, Ser Aymeric de Borel. I would ask nothing more of your and would require even less.