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hobbitholmes) wrote in synthneon2021-11-19 12:58 am
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AFTERGLOW
β hear, feel think. β
βοΈ HEAVENSWARD
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Ever Heavensward (3.0)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
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If you are so intent on spoiling, I doubt much can stop you. As well if you are determined to make sure I'm protected while away. [ She pauses with her smile turning playful, but no more than that. ] I've become rather fond of the design of Ishgardian accessories...
[ Alkaid straightens as he leans forward. A blush takes her face as she stills, waiting to see what he might do. His lips meet her ear and her cheeks turn redder. Her head ducks down only slightly to try and hide the bashfulness taking her face. The smile can be seen as well as how her ear twitches under his touch. She forces down a giggle--just barely. ] It tickles...!
M'Lord?
[ At the sound of the stewards voice, Alkaid straightens entirely with her eyes wide. He can see how red her face is before she hides it behind her hands, as if she is an adolescence being found out by a parent.
The steward clears his throat. ] Shall I draw up separate baths for you and Lady Mercedes? Dinner is being prepared.
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More than that, I am determined to see both you and K'thisru returning to Ishgard healthy and well. If I can contribute even a small amount of assistance in ensuring that happens, then I will.
[ At her reaction and the way her ear twitches, he gives another careful nibble, barely managing to pull back from her and straighten up as the steward announces his presence. ]
Ah, yes, baths. [ He quickly attempts putting his typical mask of composure back in place, but he also knows how perceptive the steward is. Surely he caught the tail end of his antics, but at least he will have the decency to refrain from commenting on it.
... Until later, that is. ]
What do you say, Alkaid? Would a bath before dinner be to your liking? [ The smallest part of him wishes that they could have a shared bath, but to suggest such a thing would certainly be scandalous. ]
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[ Her face is still hidden by her hands as she masters up the posture to face the house steward again. Her ear twitches as he pulls away, the other lifting to hear what the other man might say. They twitch one more time as she hears their conversation--as brief as it is.
Ah, yes. Baths.
She is ever grateful for her hands hiding her brushing face evenmoreso now. Her disappointment is perfectly hidden, especially as she makes certain not to change any of her posture. Part of her, of course, had been hoping to share one... but now, she is very much reminded of the differences in upbringing. It would be rather scandalous--even for those engaged. It would be too intimate for those not in wedlock. That part of her feels the distinct pang in her heart, but there is little to be done about it.
She will need to not take flirtatious remarks as action in the future.
Alkaid tilts her head briefly, as if to ponder the matter over. Of course, she has already made her decision, but keeping appearances and the game going matters. Her hands slide down her face to reveal a playful expression as she taps her cheek in thought. ]
Well, baths might be a way to wind down before dinner. And, you had wanted to show me traditions the Borels had for Starlight... [ She smiles and nods. ] If we don't intend to go anywhere else this night, then, I think it the best option.
Should I message K'thisru to be on her way home?
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If you like, you could extend an invitation to your sister to join us here, if she so desires. Surely a room here would be of more comfort to her than one in the inn.
[ His tone is no less genuine and his words are as heartfelt as always, even though his mind is presently focused on the spark of an idea that formed when the steward mentioned baths.
Surely it is skirting the bounds of propriety, and it would involve no small measure of sneaking about, but- There is a part of Aymeric that still retains a little of what he would call childishness. But the driving force behind this seed of an idea is not childishness, but a desire to have more private moments with her.
Still, he hesitates to mention it, in case it is not what she wants at all. ]
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She may feel she is imposing. Although, I'll be certain to make the point that she's not.
[ A practiced smile takes her face as she stands up and starts to smooth out her dresss, reaching behind her to lose where it has bundled up. Their escorts will return shortly, and so she sees little point in attempting to get back to what they had been doing. ]
Although, I admit, I didn't plan to bring a new pair of clothes...
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[ He also rises then, and reaches out to try and assist with the smoothing of her skirts. ]
Of course, you may borrow mine as you once did, if that is to your liking. I certainly hope that you were comfortable on that occasion.
[ At this rate, he will have to ensure that she has a wardrobe for her use, and that it is filled with various pieces of clothing for her to use. And of course, he realizes that she has her own clothes, but he would like to begin making this place her home as well. ]
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I'll be certain to impress that on her.
[ A slight blush takes her face at his suggestion. She looks down, fingers starting to twist around one another in her nervous habit. ]
That would most certainly be better once Thisru has gone to bed.
[ Although, she cannot help but wonder if she should continue to share a room with Aymeric. Of course, she wishes to, especially if they are to be wed. Yet, is that what he would wish? She finds herself going back and forth wondering what might be too far into one direction or another. ]
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[ Not that the house has been lacking in life, exactly, but it has been rather quiet. All three of them who have lived here for so long are accustomed to it, but on the occasions that Aymeric speaks candidly with the steward and the maid, and vice versa, all three have expressed an interest in the house not being so quiet any longer. ]
Then that is how it will be. [ And he means to welcome her to his room and his bed for as long as she wishes. What is his is also hers, and he means to withhold nothing from her, including himself if that is what she desires. ]
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[ In her mind, the Borels were his parents. Thordan and his mistress may have been the ones who brought Aymeric into the world, but they were not the ones that gave him home and love. Even then, she knows that Aymeric has always felt something for his late-birth father. That reason alone is why she will not speak in detail of how the battle with Thordan went.
Her ears lay down ever so slightly underneath her hat. It seems such a lonely life, but, perhaps it was more of an intimate familial relationship then. She turns to cast her gaze over the sitting room once more. It is clear that the manor had been designed for a family larger than just one son... had the Borels been unable to have a child of their own? Had they lost their heir in the war of the dragons?
In the end, she supposes it may not matter much. Aymeric was certainly a blessing to the Borels, and saw him no different than a child of their own bloodlines. She feels that perhaps he inherited more than names, titles, and a home from them. Something far more precious and deep. Yet, she would need to come to understand the Borels better to be certain. Especially if she is to marry into their family legacy.
Alkaid turns back to him and nods quietly to his next statement. Of course, he had already once said that he more than welcomed sharing his room with her. Part of her simply cannot help but wonder what will change now that they are betrothed. She would hope nothing, but, that small part of her feels as if it would be best to act as one of his culture should. The minor debate within her settles upon that notion, knowing that he would say he desires something, but ultimately would act on the more traditional.
She reaches forward to squeezes his hand gently. ]
Then, I will see you at dinner--and let K'thisru know to be on her way as soon as she can.
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[ He has wondered on occasion if they would be sad to see their home so empty and quiet. But it seems to him that to think along those lines for too long is only borrowing trouble. She is not wrong in any of her suppositions about the Borels or about Thordan. Aymeric has a great deal of love for the ones who raised him, and no small amount of longing for a relationship that is no longer possible.
The Borels were a blessing to him, and he desperately wishes he could say the same for Thordan. But perhaps that is the remnant of the foolish hopes of a much younger man.
His expression shifts to a more pensive look as he thinks back to those early, happier days, and then the days that came following their passing. Ultimately, he decides that it is best not to dwell on such gloomy topics, and of course, he would not bore her with them either.
So he gives her a warm smile and a nod. ]
I look forward to seeing you both.
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