[ In Aymeric's mind, that is his deepest wish, that one day, the two of them will finally be able to be themselves: not the Warrior of Light and not Ishgard's Lord Speaker. He is well aware that both of them will retain the love they have for their star, and he knows without a doubt that it is impossible for him to lose his love he has for his homeland. But one day, he wishes that they can simply be who they are, with no titles or duties to see them separated.
And, as far as her feelings for him, he also knows without a doubt that she loves him. She does not need to say it or do anything to show it; he simply knows that she does. But when she does say it, and when she nuzzles against him, he is quick to lean into the touch and to pull her in even closer. There is a part of him that is still raw and hurt from everything that transpired, and he wonders if that will lessen with time.
If it does not, at least he has Alkaid by his side to offer what comfort she can. He waits for a moment as she pauses, but when she begins to plant kisses on his neck and further down as well, he finds himself going slack in her hold. The love she has for him still astonishes him every day, and of course, he is so very grateful for it. It does leave him feeling rather weak at the knees, or so the saying goes.
The primal has done his share of damage, but one thing that has not been destroyed is their ability to be together and to share in those moments of intimacy together. ]
Nay, you have already done so much for me, Lantaa. [ And what he still needs to do, he hesitates to place upon her, even though he is aware she would gladly take on any and all of the things that still burden him. But as he previously thought, he will begin the process of coming to grips with his tempering and the hurt that the primal inflicted when the time is right. He does not wish to bring either of them down with the gravity of that process. ] Simply being with me is enough.
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And, as far as her feelings for him, he also knows without a doubt that she loves him. She does not need to say it or do anything to show it; he simply knows that she does. But when she does say it, and when she nuzzles against him, he is quick to lean into the touch and to pull her in even closer. There is a part of him that is still raw and hurt from everything that transpired, and he wonders if that will lessen with time.
If it does not, at least he has Alkaid by his side to offer what comfort she can. He waits for a moment as she pauses, but when she begins to plant kisses on his neck and further down as well, he finds himself going slack in her hold. The love she has for him still astonishes him every day, and of course, he is so very grateful for it. It does leave him feeling rather weak at the knees, or so the saying goes.
The primal has done his share of damage, but one thing that has not been destroyed is their ability to be together and to share in those moments of intimacy together. ]
Nay, you have already done so much for me, Lantaa. [ And what he still needs to do, he hesitates to place upon her, even though he is aware she would gladly take on any and all of the things that still burden him. But as he previously thought, he will begin the process of coming to grips with his tempering and the hurt that the primal inflicted when the time is right. He does not wish to bring either of them down with the gravity of that process. ] Simply being with me is enough.