Then, you must come with me next time I travel. As long as it is not to the First... anywhere else on our star. [ She gently nudges her nose to his jaw once more before pressing a kiss there. ] I'll steal you away if I must.
[ Of course, as soon as she says it, a part of her knows he will not abandon Ishgard. Not after all that has happened with King Thordan's return, and most certainly, the rebuilding efforts that will take place once she and K'thisru slay the primal again. Still, she longs to hear him say "Yes." She wishes he will give her the permission to steal him a way. He has said so many times that they should--and she as well--but they never have. She presses her nose to his jaw again as if to express how much she truly wishes to take him away.
Her fingers slip between his on the hand she holds, affording it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to ease the tension she can feel in his neck. She is certain his aether is churning, but hers is still far to low to attempt any sort of healing in such a way. She is certain she could push herself, but Aymeric would certainly scold her for doing so. Instead, she hopes her touch is enough as her fingers run along his.
Her eyebrows raise gently at his question with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. Yes, life has been extremely cruel to him and harsh. While others may certainly have different struggles that seem so obvious? That does not change how his life has been. Parents that threw him to the side, a near endless war, the loss of the parents that did raise him, the near loss of his best friend that may as well be his brother, an assassination attempt, and now his birth father raised and attempted to make him a mindless thrall. His hurts are so very deep, even if he will not truly acknowledge them out loud. ]
O-of course. I... I... when I tried to speak of what happened at Norvrandt, I couldn't. Everything froze, the words wouldn't come. It was not that I did not wish to share what happened... save hurting you more with the fact you could not be there.
[ Alkaid forces herself to smile, but it is a sad one with tears still in her eyes. Before she can continue he kisses her again. The two-toned eyes fall shut before she leans entirely into his kiss once again, half resting against him and half on the bed. ]
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[ Of course, as soon as she says it, a part of her knows he will not abandon Ishgard. Not after all that has happened with King Thordan's return, and most certainly, the rebuilding efforts that will take place once she and K'thisru slay the primal again. Still, she longs to hear him say "Yes." She wishes he will give her the permission to steal him a way. He has said so many times that they should--and she as well--but they never have. She presses her nose to his jaw again as if to express how much she truly wishes to take him away.
Her fingers slip between his on the hand she holds, affording it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to ease the tension she can feel in his neck. She is certain his aether is churning, but hers is still far to low to attempt any sort of healing in such a way. She is certain she could push herself, but Aymeric would certainly scold her for doing so. Instead, she hopes her touch is enough as her fingers run along his.
Her eyebrows raise gently at his question with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. Yes, life has been extremely cruel to him and harsh. While others may certainly have different struggles that seem so obvious? That does not change how his life has been. Parents that threw him to the side, a near endless war, the loss of the parents that did raise him, the near loss of his best friend that may as well be his brother, an assassination attempt, and now his birth father raised and attempted to make him a mindless thrall. His hurts are so very deep, even if he will not truly acknowledge them out loud. ]
O-of course. I... I... when I tried to speak of what happened at Norvrandt, I couldn't. Everything froze, the words wouldn't come. It was not that I did not wish to share what happened... save hurting you more with the fact you could not be there.
[ Alkaid forces herself to smile, but it is a sad one with tears still in her eyes. Before she can continue he kisses her again. The two-toned eyes fall shut before she leans entirely into his kiss once again, half resting against him and half on the bed. ]