[ As she looks at him, a voice in the back of her mind gently points our how blessed she has been that he has returned to her. How many countless others have had to watch their loved ones be put to the sword? Had they faced something once in their lives before that was similar? Perhaps it is not her place to share her hurts, and instead thank the Twelve that he has returned to himself.
Alkaid melts into his hold. Should she not be comforting him? He is the one who has been tempered; the one with his will stolen away and his voice throttled. Her hands curl slightly more with her lower lip trembling as she fights back the hurt that wishes to burst from her. A part of her wishes for him to wrap his arms around her and mend the wounds her heart has taken from everything in Norvrandt and the resummoning of King Thordan. Yet, she feels she should not, as it might reopen wounds for him that she cannot heal.
Her shaking hands move to rest on either side of his face. His words have certainly reached her. She has no doubts that he feels what he does. ]
I ... I had hoped that an adventurer might sweep me away; that we might run away from everything. When none seemed to care for the idea of family and a simple life... I-I... I had started to believe that perhaps there was no one for me. [ She has shared similar sentiments before, even after her return from the First. Yet, now, what is the point if omitting details? Especially of the primal of Ishagrd's ancient king might steal him away again. ] And when I devoted myself to simply the betterment of our star? I met you, and fell in love in that moment... but even then...
I realized how important Ishgard was to you and your kin. How devoted you were to serving her and her people. It only served to aid me in loving you more... but... how could I make the impression to the Lord Commander? Me, as who I am, kot the Warrior of Light that all seemed so enthralled by. I surely couldn't... a-and so... I thought if I could mend Ishgard, and help build her again, it would show my love in a way... even if all it had done was bring more smiles to your face and make you laugh? It would be enough. I could be happy with that much. Content you were happy...e-even though I feared one day I might return to Ishgard to find you engaged with another...
[ Yet, quite obviously, things had not turned out in such ways. A painful sound leaves her and her eyes close. Her hands move to clutch onto the fabric of his new shirt. ]
...I-I finally found you and you asked me to be yours. My knight. It's why... no matter how unbecoming may be, or how much you may look down upon me for it, I... I can't lose you. I won't let King Thordan have you. [ Her hands clutch into his shirt further. ] I won't leave. Even if you've been changed or molded into someone else again, I won't leave your side. Even... even if you can't see me, only the Warrior of Light... I won't...
[ Her head tilts down to try and hide the tears sliding down her face. Perhaps that is what caused the most pain, aside from King Thordan taking away her beloved. He took away the person who saw her and her sister beyond the Warriors of Light. ]
H-he almost took you away from me... the first person to see us beyond the Warriors of Light... a-and I could do nothing for you but cause more hurt... I couldn't save you from it! All I managed to do was cause him to hurt you more and more... w-when any other would have let you rest... but I... I won't leave you and I can't let you go without me...
[ She bites hard on her lip--enough to cause the skin to break. So much shame and guilt is written plainly across her face. She should have allowed the logical choice to pull through. Yet, every fiber of her being and soul rebeled against the idea of losing him. Again.
Again? Had she lost him before? ]
I'm sorry, Aymeric. I'm sorry I caused you such pain and strife... causing you to motion between you and what he tried to make you... if I had just... but I couldn't...
/how about this whambam to bring feels back
Alkaid melts into his hold. Should she not be comforting him? He is the one who has been tempered; the one with his will stolen away and his voice throttled. Her hands curl slightly more with her lower lip trembling as she fights back the hurt that wishes to burst from her. A part of her wishes for him to wrap his arms around her and mend the wounds her heart has taken from everything in Norvrandt and the resummoning of King Thordan. Yet, she feels she should not, as it might reopen wounds for him that she cannot heal.
Her shaking hands move to rest on either side of his face. His words have certainly reached her. She has no doubts that he feels what he does. ]
I ... I had hoped that an adventurer might sweep me away; that we might run away from everything. When none seemed to care for the idea of family and a simple life... I-I... I had started to believe that perhaps there was no one for me. [ She has shared similar sentiments before, even after her return from the First. Yet, now, what is the point if omitting details? Especially of the primal of Ishagrd's ancient king might steal him away again. ] And when I devoted myself to simply the betterment of our star? I met you, and fell in love in that moment... but even then...
I realized how important Ishgard was to you and your kin. How devoted you were to serving her and her people. It only served to aid me in loving you more... but... how could I make the impression to the Lord Commander? Me, as who I am, kot the Warrior of Light that all seemed so enthralled by. I surely couldn't... a-and so... I thought if I could mend Ishgard, and help build her again, it would show my love in a way... even if all it had done was bring more smiles to your face and make you laugh? It would be enough. I could be happy with that much. Content you were happy...e-even though I feared one day I might return to Ishgard to find you engaged with another...
[ Yet, quite obviously, things had not turned out in such ways. A painful sound leaves her and her eyes close. Her hands move to clutch onto the fabric of his new shirt. ]
...I-I finally found you and you asked me to be yours. My knight. It's why... no matter how unbecoming may be, or how much you may look down upon me for it, I... I can't lose you. I won't let King Thordan have you. [ Her hands clutch into his shirt further. ] I won't leave. Even if you've been changed or molded into someone else again, I won't leave your side. Even... even if you can't see me, only the Warrior of Light... I won't...
[ Her head tilts down to try and hide the tears sliding down her face. Perhaps that is what caused the most pain, aside from King Thordan taking away her beloved. He took away the person who saw her and her sister beyond the Warriors of Light. ]
H-he almost took you away from me... the first person to see us beyond the Warriors of Light... a-and I could do nothing for you but cause more hurt... I couldn't save you from it! All I managed to do was cause him to hurt you more and more... w-when any other would have let you rest... but I... I won't leave you and I can't let you go without me...
[ She bites hard on her lip--enough to cause the skin to break. So much shame and guilt is written plainly across her face. She should have allowed the logical choice to pull through. Yet, every fiber of her being and soul rebeled against the idea of losing him. Again.
Again? Had she lost him before? ]
I'm sorry, Aymeric. I'm sorry I caused you such pain and strife... causing you to motion between you and what he tried to make you... if I had just... but I couldn't...