[ Since this all began, Thordan has had moments in which he fell silent, one of which happens to be the moment that Aymeric and Alkaid connect in that kiss. For once, all thoughts of doing Thordan's bidding and following what surely must be his will have been also silenced, and now all he can think of is the surge of emotion he felt when her lips pressed against his. It takes him a moment to recognize what this feeling is, but it cannot be mistaken for anything but love.
Of course, it is a love that he, as he presently is, did not earn, but nevertheless, the remnants of his true self have resurfaced long enough to stir up a feeling in his own heart... A feeling of returning that love and wanting to make that plain to Alkaid, even if she is a Warrior of Light and a slayer of primals. It is a strange sort of conundrum, but any bitterness and hate that he ought to feel for one who brings down primals has been drowned out by these sudden feelings of affection.
But no sooner does he let those feelings wash over him than Thordan's displeasure crashes down upon him again. It seems as though they will not be allowed to relish this moment, because Thordan has other plans. Although Aymeric's lips remain pressed against Alkaid's, he stiffens as a sharp pain in his head cuts through everything else he was thinking and feeling. If not for the chains holding his hands in place, they would have dropped to his sides as the battle between his wants and Thordan's intensifies once more.
He only wants Ishgard and her people to be safe, and he wishes to have the Warrior of Light on his side, in whatever form that might take. What's more, he wishes that he could love her, as he once did before he fell prey to Thordan's snares.
Being pulled in so many different directions and not being able to truly settle on one has not rendered him senseless, not this time. Instead, he has fallen into a troubled silence, still retaining his awareness of himself and his surroundings, but being more or less speechless.
Still, he can feel Alkaid's hand resting against his neck, and her touch is what causes him to look at her once more, as if trying to maintain their fragile connection. ]
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Of course, it is a love that he, as he presently is, did not earn, but nevertheless, the remnants of his true self have resurfaced long enough to stir up a feeling in his own heart... A feeling of returning that love and wanting to make that plain to Alkaid, even if she is a Warrior of Light and a slayer of primals. It is a strange sort of conundrum, but any bitterness and hate that he ought to feel for one who brings down primals has been drowned out by these sudden feelings of affection.
But no sooner does he let those feelings wash over him than Thordan's displeasure crashes down upon him again. It seems as though they will not be allowed to relish this moment, because Thordan has other plans. Although Aymeric's lips remain pressed against Alkaid's, he stiffens as a sharp pain in his head cuts through everything else he was thinking and feeling. If not for the chains holding his hands in place, they would have dropped to his sides as the battle between his wants and Thordan's intensifies once more.
He only wants Ishgard and her people to be safe, and he wishes to have the Warrior of Light on his side, in whatever form that might take. What's more, he wishes that he could love her, as he once did before he fell prey to Thordan's snares.
Being pulled in so many different directions and not being able to truly settle on one has not rendered him senseless, not this time. Instead, he has fallen into a troubled silence, still retaining his awareness of himself and his surroundings, but being more or less speechless.
Still, he can feel Alkaid's hand resting against his neck, and her touch is what causes him to look at her once more, as if trying to maintain their fragile connection. ]