Maybe one day I will take you to our clan's home. [ Although, she rather would not. Simply because she does not want the judgement and the look of dissatisfaction from her family. Alkaid had long since determined not to return if what she found would dissatisfy her family.
That, and, Aymeric has had far too much rejection from family in his life as it is. She will not subject him to the judgement and debate of the inner workings of Miqo'te laws. Perhaps, deep down, that was why she had been fine with changing her name. It freed her from it in away.
She has already suspected that they mind wind up adopting a fair amount of children. From what she has seen? Many families in Ishgard have done with the notion given the state of constant war. Parents lost children, and children lost their parents. It seems as if a way to help ease that wound, and Alkaid gladly wishes to be apart of that. And, as Aymeric himself is adopted, he most certainly wishes to give a home to any that need it as he once had.
With her other breast in his hand, Alkaid lets out a soft moan. Some part of her attempts to be quiet as to not attract attention. No doubt there is already talk of how one of the Warriors of Light shuffled off to the quarters of Ishgard's Lord Speaker. There would already be rumors of the two being intimate, and even though that had not been her intention for the night, she would not feed the rumors.
Her eyes meet his words, watching the way he reacts intently. The tips of her ears twitch at his own moan. A smile spreads on her face at it, kissing along to his other collarbone, then back to his neck. She presses her nose against his jawline, rocking into the hold he has on her breasts once more. She'll need to take note of this for the future. ]
I don't want you to feel as if you must pick between me or Ishgard. [ Her voice is low again, planting a kiss at the bottom of his other ear. Her breathing deepens once more as she debates moving down to place their hips together, or remaining where she is. Perhaps this is far enough for him? ] Maybe I will retire as Warrior of Light. I could stay in Ishgard, and bring you to all the places when you took holiday from work...
[ The idea sends a shiver up her spine. Enough so that she kisses his ear once more. Her tail sways slightly faster. ]
... I think, my lord--[ Alkaid's mint green eyes flick up to meet his with quite a suggestive look. ]--that I still owe you a bite from all those months ago...
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That, and, Aymeric has had far too much rejection from family in his life as it is. She will not subject him to the judgement and debate of the inner workings of Miqo'te laws. Perhaps, deep down, that was why she had been fine with changing her name. It freed her from it in away.
She has already suspected that they mind wind up adopting a fair amount of children. From what she has seen? Many families in Ishgard have done with the notion given the state of constant war. Parents lost children, and children lost their parents. It seems as if a way to help ease that wound, and Alkaid gladly wishes to be apart of that. And, as Aymeric himself is adopted, he most certainly wishes to give a home to any that need it as he once had.
With her other breast in his hand, Alkaid lets out a soft moan. Some part of her attempts to be quiet as to not attract attention. No doubt there is already talk of how one of the Warriors of Light shuffled off to the quarters of Ishgard's Lord Speaker. There would already be rumors of the two being intimate, and even though that had not been her intention for the night, she would not feed the rumors.
Her eyes meet his words, watching the way he reacts intently. The tips of her ears twitch at his own moan. A smile spreads on her face at it, kissing along to his other collarbone, then back to his neck. She presses her nose against his jawline, rocking into the hold he has on her breasts once more. She'll need to take note of this for the future. ]
I don't want you to feel as if you must pick between me or Ishgard. [ Her voice is low again, planting a kiss at the bottom of his other ear. Her breathing deepens once more as she debates moving down to place their hips together, or remaining where she is. Perhaps this is far enough for him? ] Maybe I will retire as Warrior of Light. I could stay in Ishgard, and bring you to all the places when you took holiday from work...
[ The idea sends a shiver up her spine. Enough so that she kisses his ear once more. Her tail sways slightly faster. ]
... I think, my lord--[ Alkaid's mint green eyes flick up to meet his with quite a suggestive look. ]--that I still owe you a bite from all those months ago...