[ While her smile may not of spread entirely across her face, the joy is in her eyes and her tail gently sweeping as it does. Exhaustion is clear on her face and her shoulders. Her body presses her to sleep but her mind continues to have thought after thought. Perhaps she is afraid to sleep, worried she will wake up to find him in the clutches of King Thordan once more. Or, perhaps, she is used to him falling asleep before her.
Her nose runs along his, fingers gently brushing across his cheeks as they do normally. The joy once again sparkles in her eyes despite the clear exhaustion weighing down on her shoulders and back. The cold still clings to her like a wet blanket, and feels like something she cannot shake. Perhaps if she moved underneath the covers and curled into his arms it might help. Yet, she does not move, content where she is. ]
You were my condition, if it was not obvious. Being allowed to be with you regardless of it all.
[ A gentle kiss is pressed to his lips and then the corner of his mouth. She is quiet for a moment, trying to find the proper words to put forward in answer to his question. Her fingers continue to glide over his cheek bones before her eyes close. Perhaps it better if she simply allows the words to come from deep inside her than attempt to force them. ]
If we truly are bound to find one another time and time again... then, it cannot be a matter of deserving. [ Alkaid knows she has said this in some form or another, but, perhaps it must be stated again. ] I have loved you in every life--more than any other. A love I will continue to have no matter how many times we are born in lives anew. You have earned my love eternally.
[ Then, a hand leaves his face to gently take one of his. She presses it to her bosom and her eyebrows knit together despite her eyes remaining closed. ] I wish I had the words to share this feeling with you, or that I had a magick to project it for you. Perhaps our ancient history only matters so deeply to me... b-but I...
[ She pauses once more, shoulders curling and pressing his hand further against her. If only he could feel how warm her heart is when he is near; how elated her soul is at his presence. A term springs to her mind then, causing her eyebrows to knit further and her tail to curl up beside her. Would he find it silly? Or, perhaps, would its meaning and significance pass over him? ]
Aymeric de Borel, with all and any titles you hold or will ever hold, you are my one and only. [ The term feels strange to say, as if it were a secret she held to her heart for many years. Something that feels like an echo through time and not just prevalent in this life. Even so, she finds her heart beating faster and a wave of emotions come from deep inside her. A stray tear or two rolls down her cheeks. She feels as if she is trying to desperately reach a part of him buried under time; trying to pull something into the light that perhaps does not exist at all. ] My one and only... and I don't wish to be with another...
[ A ripple of frustration passes from the tips of her ears down to her tail. It bristles, hairs standing on end, and she clutches the hand in her hold to her person. It causes her ears to twitch. Her entire body curls up against him. A soft sound escapes her then as more tears come: a mixture of exhaustion and seeking his comfort. ]
Why can't I express this the right way? [ Another sound, this time of frustration and directed at herself. ] Why can't I find the right words, or the right actions to properly share it to you? Why can't I... [ Alkaid lowers her head and presses her forehead to his chest once her hands begin to shake. Perhaps all she needs is to sleep. Then, she will be able to press these emotions inside herself again in order to contemplate them at a later time.] I can't lose you... not again...
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Her nose runs along his, fingers gently brushing across his cheeks as they do normally. The joy once again sparkles in her eyes despite the clear exhaustion weighing down on her shoulders and back. The cold still clings to her like a wet blanket, and feels like something she cannot shake. Perhaps if she moved underneath the covers and curled into his arms it might help. Yet, she does not move, content where she is. ]
You were my condition, if it was not obvious. Being allowed to be with you regardless of it all.
[ A gentle kiss is pressed to his lips and then the corner of his mouth. She is quiet for a moment, trying to find the proper words to put forward in answer to his question. Her fingers continue to glide over his cheek bones before her eyes close. Perhaps it better if she simply allows the words to come from deep inside her than attempt to force them. ]
If we truly are bound to find one another time and time again... then, it cannot be a matter of deserving. [ Alkaid knows she has said this in some form or another, but, perhaps it must be stated again. ] I have loved you in every life--more than any other. A love I will continue to have no matter how many times we are born in lives anew. You have earned my love eternally.
[ Then, a hand leaves his face to gently take one of his. She presses it to her bosom and her eyebrows knit together despite her eyes remaining closed. ] I wish I had the words to share this feeling with you, or that I had a magick to project it for you. Perhaps our ancient history only matters so deeply to me... b-but I...
[ She pauses once more, shoulders curling and pressing his hand further against her. If only he could feel how warm her heart is when he is near; how elated her soul is at his presence. A term springs to her mind then, causing her eyebrows to knit further and her tail to curl up beside her. Would he find it silly? Or, perhaps, would its meaning and significance pass over him? ]
Aymeric de Borel, with all and any titles you hold or will ever hold, you are my one and only. [ The term feels strange to say, as if it were a secret she held to her heart for many years. Something that feels like an echo through time and not just prevalent in this life. Even so, she finds her heart beating faster and a wave of emotions come from deep inside her. A stray tear or two rolls down her cheeks. She feels as if she is trying to desperately reach a part of him buried under time; trying to pull something into the light that perhaps does not exist at all. ] My one and only... and I don't wish to be with another...
[ A ripple of frustration passes from the tips of her ears down to her tail. It bristles, hairs standing on end, and she clutches the hand in her hold to her person. It causes her ears to twitch. Her entire body curls up against him. A soft sound escapes her then as more tears come: a mixture of exhaustion and seeking his comfort. ]
Why can't I express this the right way? [ Another sound, this time of frustration and directed at herself. ] Why can't I find the right words, or the right actions to properly share it to you? Why can't I... [ Alkaid lowers her head and presses her forehead to his chest once her hands begin to shake. Perhaps all she needs is to sleep. Then, she will be able to press these emotions inside herself again in order to contemplate them at a later time.] I can't lose you... not again...