[ While Aymeric slept, his mind began twisting and churning as though his being asleep gave the primal influence a big enough open to slip through once more and do its level best to disturb his rest.
At first, none of the turmoil that is playing itself out in his dreams shows on his face, but as his mind tries to respond to the outside stimuli going on around him, his expression shifts from one to relative calm to another suggesting some small amount of distress. His mind seems to be determined to conjure up rapid flashes of distressing images, rather than one long nightmare, but regardless, what is flashing before his mind's eye is enough to cause outward signs of trouble.
The images come in succession, each growing more distressing the longer they go on. First, he sees Ishgard in flames, the city burning to the ground. Next, he sees a a tall dragoon fighting a losing battle before he is finally cut down. And finally, he beholds a terrifying set of images of two sisters also locked in a battle they can't win that ends with them lying far too still on the ground, hands reaching out to each other in a last goodbye.
His brow creases once more, only to smooth out again once Alkaid begins to gently rub at his arm. That action interrupts the troubling images his mind has conjured up, and instead of death and loss, he just sees someone faceless and clothed in white reaching out to him. Even as he sleeps, he reaches out with one hand, as if hoping to take hold of the person in white. But try as he might, she always remains out of his reach.
But as he stirs, awareness slowly settling back in, Alkaid's touch (the real Alkaid, not the one from his dreams) brings comfort that counters the distressing things he was forced to see. Still, even with her gentle touch on his arm, he curls in on himself once again, and one single low moan escapes him even as his eyelids flicker and slowly open.
For just a moment until his mind catches up with him, he is hovering somewhere between those terrifying scenes of death and loss and those other images that made him feel completely at peace.
But as he comes back to a state of wakefulness and awareness, that feeling of being at peace fades, and he is thrust back into a state where a primal continues to claw at him on one side and on the other, a far gentler hand tries to keep him from being pulled away.
Nevertheless, it should be quite clear just who Aymeric is trying to reach for, and it is not the primal that continues to hurt him, but the people who are there with him, watching over him. It takes no small amount of effort, but he nestles himself deeper into Alkaid's lap, and one hand reaches out in the direction Estinien's voice had come from, not realizing that the dragoon has already departed for the moment. ]
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At first, none of the turmoil that is playing itself out in his dreams shows on his face, but as his mind tries to respond to the outside stimuli going on around him, his expression shifts from one to relative calm to another suggesting some small amount of distress. His mind seems to be determined to conjure up rapid flashes of distressing images, rather than one long nightmare, but regardless, what is flashing before his mind's eye is enough to cause outward signs of trouble.
The images come in succession, each growing more distressing the longer they go on. First, he sees Ishgard in flames, the city burning to the ground. Next, he sees a a tall dragoon fighting a losing battle before he is finally cut down. And finally, he beholds a terrifying set of images of two sisters also locked in a battle they can't win that ends with them lying far too still on the ground, hands reaching out to each other in a last goodbye.
His brow creases once more, only to smooth out again once Alkaid begins to gently rub at his arm. That action interrupts the troubling images his mind has conjured up, and instead of death and loss, he just sees someone faceless and clothed in white reaching out to him. Even as he sleeps, he reaches out with one hand, as if hoping to take hold of the person in white. But try as he might, she always remains out of his reach.
But as he stirs, awareness slowly settling back in, Alkaid's touch (the real Alkaid, not the one from his dreams) brings comfort that counters the distressing things he was forced to see. Still, even with her gentle touch on his arm, he curls in on himself once again, and one single low moan escapes him even as his eyelids flicker and slowly open.
For just a moment until his mind catches up with him, he is hovering somewhere between those terrifying scenes of death and loss and those other images that made him feel completely at peace.
But as he comes back to a state of wakefulness and awareness, that feeling of being at peace fades, and he is thrust back into a state where a primal continues to claw at him on one side and on the other, a far gentler hand tries to keep him from being pulled away.
Nevertheless, it should be quite clear just who Aymeric is trying to reach for, and it is not the primal that continues to hurt him, but the people who are there with him, watching over him. It takes no small amount of effort, but he nestles himself deeper into Alkaid's lap, and one hand reaches out in the direction Estinien's voice had come from, not realizing that the dragoon has already departed for the moment. ]