[ Perhaps it is just as stubbornness, or the refusal to accept what is in front of her, but she still believes they will find a way to save all those who have been tempered. Something deep inside says they will--if only they believe and have hope a little longer. The pieces will align, and they will do something that even the Allagans could not.
She and K'thisru will never be lost, no matter how hopeless it may seem. Now, if only, she could have him see that of himself.
Her eyebrows knit together as the water fills more of her eyes. He has always protected the most important thing -- her heart. When all seemed lost in Norvrandt? The promise of marriage kept her going. When she felt homesick and a stranger in lands to the East? Writing letters to him saw her through the worst of her heartache. Once more that sense of insecurity grips her and she wonders if he might not cling to that promise the way she has.
She moves her bare shoulder so he might rest his head on it. If she can do nothing else for him? She wants to give him the memory and the experience of something soft and gentle. While she refuses to believe it will be the last time? Even she is not naive enough to know when next he wakes it will not be the man she loves. ]
You have protected me and given me the strength to continue on so many times. More than you could ever realize. You have protected the most important thing; something no one else could.
[ Her head tilts down to his again but the words she is to share stop short at what he says next. Everything seems to freeze in that very moment: her body, her breathing, her heart. Then, a beat passes, and her shoulders curl slightly despite him resting on one. The hand holding his tightens her grip and her tail stops moving. She does her best to swallow the lump of emotions that have formed in her throat.
A tear travels down the cheek faced away from him and her body shakes slightly.]
A-Aymeric... don't--please don't give up. Not now, not after everything. I won't let him win--he can't have you.
[ Not after saving Norvrandt from the brink. After her sister and her were pushed to their breaking points. After final being able to return home to him despite how broken and torn to pieces inside she'd become.
Alkaid shakes her head. ] He won't have you, or our home, or Ishgard. We'll be married ... even if the Holy See refuses... I'll even ask Tataru to make my dress and tailor your formal uniform. A-and we'll adopt any who may need a home... and fill our home in a way that would make your parents proud...
[ Alkaid turns her head more into his hair. She shuts her eyes as she struggles to keep from crying. ]
... don't stop fighting and leave me alone here...
[ She hopes he understands what she means. The Scions will remain, and her sister will as well, but there is a part of her that lives with him. A part that may shatter at best, or leave with him at worst. She understands the primal will win temporarily, but, she pleads to any of the Twelve that he will remain they can bring him home. ]
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She and K'thisru will never be lost, no matter how hopeless it may seem. Now, if only, she could have him see that of himself.
Her eyebrows knit together as the water fills more of her eyes. He has always protected the most important thing -- her heart. When all seemed lost in Norvrandt? The promise of marriage kept her going. When she felt homesick and a stranger in lands to the East? Writing letters to him saw her through the worst of her heartache. Once more that sense of insecurity grips her and she wonders if he might not cling to that promise the way she has.
She moves her bare shoulder so he might rest his head on it. If she can do nothing else for him? She wants to give him the memory and the experience of something soft and gentle. While she refuses to believe it will be the last time? Even she is not naive enough to know when next he wakes it will not be the man she loves. ]
You have protected me and given me the strength to continue on so many times. More than you could ever realize. You have protected the most important thing; something no one else could.
[ Her head tilts down to his again but the words she is to share stop short at what he says next. Everything seems to freeze in that very moment: her body, her breathing, her heart. Then, a beat passes, and her shoulders curl slightly despite him resting on one. The hand holding his tightens her grip and her tail stops moving. She does her best to swallow the lump of emotions that have formed in her throat.
A tear travels down the cheek faced away from him and her body shakes slightly.]
A-Aymeric... don't--please don't give up. Not now, not after everything. I won't let him win--he can't have you.
[ Not after saving Norvrandt from the brink. After her sister and her were pushed to their breaking points. After final being able to return home to him despite how broken and torn to pieces inside she'd become.
Alkaid shakes her head. ] He won't have you, or our home, or Ishgard. We'll be married ... even if the Holy See refuses... I'll even ask Tataru to make my dress and tailor your formal uniform. A-and we'll adopt any who may need a home... and fill our home in a way that would make your parents proud...
[ Alkaid turns her head more into his hair. She shuts her eyes as she struggles to keep from crying. ]
... don't stop fighting and leave me alone here...
[ She hopes he understands what she means. The Scions will remain, and her sister will as well, but there is a part of her that lives with him. A part that may shatter at best, or leave with him at worst. She understands the primal will win temporarily, but, she pleads to any of the Twelve that he will remain they can bring him home. ]