[ Still, she hopes that one day, it may be that simple. Maybe there will be a day where she is not needed as a Warrior of Light, Hydaelyn's Champion. That she can travel simply because she wishes to with him at her side. They can see all the star might have to offer as a simple traveling couple time to time before returning to Ishgard and him tending to his people. She does not find it a demanding or selfish dream, merely a simple one.
No matter how many times he may say the words? They always cause her heart to flutter. Perhaps she says it too much with her affectionate names for him. Perhaps they undermine the emotions she attempts to express to him. She always feels as if she falls short of saying the depth in which she feels them. Her small touches and kisses may even fail to truly say to him how much he means to her. ]
And I love you, Aymeric de Borel.
[ She nuzzles the spot in which his neck and shoulder meet before pressing a kiss to his skin. They have spent much time together in the last weeks, but he was truly not himself. Some part of him remained through the battle and fight with the primal's influence. Yet, at the heart of it, she knows that the primal truly struck at something Aymeric must long for. Alkaid is under no illusion that her love can truly heal or cover the damage that the Archbishop inflicted upon his son; from abandonment to betrayal. She merely hopes she may make the wound easier to bear, as he helps bear the ones that Emet-Selch gave her.
Her eyes flick towards the door to make certain that no one is shifting about it. Then, her head tilts and she turns to placing kisses up the side of his neck, then back down to where his neck and shoulder meet. While she has missed him? Part of her strives to make certain that the God-King primal has not damaged Aymeric nor their relationship to the point where they cannot share any form of intimacy together. ]
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[ Still, she hopes that one day, it may be that simple. Maybe there will be a day where she is not needed as a Warrior of Light, Hydaelyn's Champion. That she can travel simply because she wishes to with him at her side. They can see all the star might have to offer as a simple traveling couple time to time before returning to Ishgard and him tending to his people. She does not find it a demanding or selfish dream, merely a simple one.
No matter how many times he may say the words? They always cause her heart to flutter. Perhaps she says it too much with her affectionate names for him. Perhaps they undermine the emotions she attempts to express to him. She always feels as if she falls short of saying the depth in which she feels them. Her small touches and kisses may even fail to truly say to him how much he means to her. ]
And I love you, Aymeric de Borel.
[ She nuzzles the spot in which his neck and shoulder meet before pressing a kiss to his skin. They have spent much time together in the last weeks, but he was truly not himself. Some part of him remained through the battle and fight with the primal's influence. Yet, at the heart of it, she knows that the primal truly struck at something Aymeric must long for. Alkaid is under no illusion that her love can truly heal or cover the damage that the Archbishop inflicted upon his son; from abandonment to betrayal. She merely hopes she may make the wound easier to bear, as he helps bear the ones that Emet-Selch gave her.
Her eyes flick towards the door to make certain that no one is shifting about it. Then, her head tilts and she turns to placing kisses up the side of his neck, then back down to where his neck and shoulder meet. While she has missed him? Part of her strives to make certain that the God-King primal has not damaged Aymeric nor their relationship to the point where they cannot share any form of intimacy together. ]
Is there anything I can do for you?