[ Didn't you promise to protect me as well? the thought crosses her mind, but she does not speak it. There is little point in his tempered state to reason with him, let alone try to see her as more than the enemy.
While she is unsure of how much the current summoned incarnation of Thordan knows or remembers of her and her sister's deeds? She is certain the knowledge within the minds of Ishgardians of how they slew the Archbishop gives enough fuel to enrage the primal.
Alkaid closes her eyes and forces the lump of emotions in her throat down. Her hands over his spread, fingers finding their way to release his curled fists before sliding in between his. Then, with an unexpected force, her hands clamp onto his and shove his hands to the stone wall behind them. She leans her whole body weight into the motion, chest practically pressed into his as if her body weight might impede his. The two-toned eyes lock with his glowing ones as she presses their hands to the wall. ]
How could you ever lead them like this?! [ There is a hiss in her voice, eyes narrowed, and putting all she might into her motions and words. ] What sort of Commander pushes himself to the brink to be utterly useless to his people?!
[ Her forehead presses to his to make certain he can look nowhere else. He may not see her, but she expects nothing else. Everything that is them has been second to duty. Except, now she puts her duty to him above all else. ]
Your God-King must be truly foolish to waste such an asset like you; making you unable to fight by thrashing around like a wild animal. Stop and breathe a moment, Aymeric.
... no one would heed you in war as you are unable to fight beside them like this. Please, allow me to help.
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While she is unsure of how much the current summoned incarnation of Thordan knows or remembers of her and her sister's deeds? She is certain the knowledge within the minds of Ishgardians of how they slew the Archbishop gives enough fuel to enrage the primal.
Alkaid closes her eyes and forces the lump of emotions in her throat down. Her hands over his spread, fingers finding their way to release his curled fists before sliding in between his. Then, with an unexpected force, her hands clamp onto his and shove his hands to the stone wall behind them. She leans her whole body weight into the motion, chest practically pressed into his as if her body weight might impede his. The two-toned eyes lock with his glowing ones as she presses their hands to the wall. ]
How could you ever lead them like this?! [ There is a hiss in her voice, eyes narrowed, and putting all she might into her motions and words. ] What sort of Commander pushes himself to the brink to be utterly useless to his people?!
[ Her forehead presses to his to make certain he can look nowhere else. He may not see her, but she expects nothing else. Everything that is them has been second to duty. Except, now she puts her duty to him above all else. ]
Your God-King must be truly foolish to waste such an asset like you; making you unable to fight by thrashing around like a wild animal. Stop and breathe a moment, Aymeric.
... no one would heed you in war as you are unable to fight beside them like this. Please, allow me to help.