[ As always, Alkaid follows his direction and curls into his hold. Her eyes remain stubbornly on the ceiling above them. How she wishes she could express that it not need be an honor to be at her side. In her mind they are equals and as heroic as one another. she does not wish to lead and for him to follow, merely to walk through the rest of their lives at one side hand-in-hand. So many things seem to demand her to be far away from such a notion. Yet, from the bottom of her heart and her very soul, all she wishes is to be at his side.
She wonders if something had prevented them from achieving such a thing in their ancient lives; for surely that must be the reason she feels such the drive and need for it. Perhaps it was the Final Days, or perhaps it was something else. Had they been separated and left to try and find one another again and again in all their lives? Had they ever managed it? Or, was this the first life in eons in which they have been able to be like this? She would ask his thoughts, but, holds back as well. What awaits them outside the door to their temporary quarters is surely to bring reality and their spirits down. There is no need to trouble him with the musing of their ancient states.
I'm not so different from all of you... I'm mortal. Yet, everyone wishes to have us lead the way...
Truly, she does not know where to begin. All she knows are the things she does not wish to hurt him with. Something tells her she should not ask what she is about to, yet, she does simply because he wishes her to share s omething of her thoughts. ]
...would you truly have wanted me at your side if you were so devout to Ishgard and your father?
[ Alkaid instantly regrets the question leaving her lips. She already knows he would not have wished to remain tempered; that he would wish Estinien or another to put him to the sword. She bites down on her lip as her ears fold entirely to her head once more, despite how he runs his fingers along them. She does not want to imagine the life she has now with him missing, even if the reality of the situation would dictate otherwise. He would not wish to be a thrall to what remains of his father's ideology, and nor should he be. Yet, the idea of an Ishgard, their room without him in it...
She knows that he--the true Aymeric--was fighting all along. She knows that he wished to be free of his enthrallment, and wished her to be at his side. But, part of her cannot help but wonder back to something he had said in the cells. ]
Would you have been able to truly love me... or would it have been a lie?
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She wonders if something had prevented them from achieving such a thing in their ancient lives; for surely that must be the reason she feels such the drive and need for it. Perhaps it was the Final Days, or perhaps it was something else. Had they been separated and left to try and find one another again and again in all their lives? Had they ever managed it? Or, was this the first life in eons in which they have been able to be like this? She would ask his thoughts, but, holds back as well. What awaits them outside the door to their temporary quarters is surely to bring reality and their spirits down. There is no need to trouble him with the musing of their ancient states.
I'm not so different from all of you... I'm mortal. Yet, everyone wishes to have us lead the way...
Truly, she does not know where to begin. All she knows are the things she does not wish to hurt him with. Something tells her she should not ask what she is about to, yet, she does simply because he wishes her to share s omething of her thoughts. ]
...would you truly have wanted me at your side if you were so devout to Ishgard and your father?
[ Alkaid instantly regrets the question leaving her lips. She already knows he would not have wished to remain tempered; that he would wish Estinien or another to put him to the sword. She bites down on her lip as her ears fold entirely to her head once more, despite how he runs his fingers along them. She does not want to imagine the life she has now with him missing, even if the reality of the situation would dictate otherwise. He would not wish to be a thrall to what remains of his father's ideology, and nor should he be. Yet, the idea of an Ishgard, their room without him in it...
She knows that he--the true Aymeric--was fighting all along. She knows that he wished to be free of his enthrallment, and wished her to be at his side. But, part of her cannot help but wonder back to something he had said in the cells. ]
Would you have been able to truly love me... or would it have been a lie?