[ And once again, that yearning to hold her intensifies, even managing to break through the feeling of stagnation that does not come from his stilled aether (because that is not so easily broken), but from the stillness that has been forced upon him. For someone who was accustomed to acting of his own will in order to achieve his goals, this lack of control is stifling. Or at least, it would have been if he was wholly aware of it. Some part of him knows that he is being trapped by the primal's influence, and that is the part of him that is greatly distressed by it.
But as before, how she presses kisses into his hands stills some of the distress that is building up inside him, and although he is unable to move to respond to her efforts, his eyes remain focused on hers and he shifts position just enough to lean in closer to her. They are already very close to each other, but what little distance between them remains disappears when he moves forward.
And when Estinien enters the room carrying the tray of food, Aymeric still does not move away from her; his glance turns to look at the dragoon, and as before, that look of sadness forms itself once again in his eyes. In his present state, he is unable to reach out to anyone, and just as he misses holding Alkaid and speaking with her, he misses the camaraderie and brotherly bond he shares with Estinien.
But there is nothing to be done about that at present, only biding his time until either the primal's influence once again drags him away or something happens to free him from this imprisonment.
Estinien departs as quickly as he came, and in his absence, Aymeric's eyes slide back to meet Alkaid's. Strangely enough, rather than expend the effort to take hold of the offered food, he raises his hands to gently push it towards her. Clearly Estinien's words from before were correct; Aymeric still desires to see her needs met before his own. It might only be soup and rice, and certainly she might find other things more appetizing, but still: he is not the only one who needs to eat. ]
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But as before, how she presses kisses into his hands stills some of the distress that is building up inside him, and although he is unable to move to respond to her efforts, his eyes remain focused on hers and he shifts position just enough to lean in closer to her. They are already very close to each other, but what little distance between them remains disappears when he moves forward.
And when Estinien enters the room carrying the tray of food, Aymeric still does not move away from her; his glance turns to look at the dragoon, and as before, that look of sadness forms itself once again in his eyes. In his present state, he is unable to reach out to anyone, and just as he misses holding Alkaid and speaking with her, he misses the camaraderie and brotherly bond he shares with Estinien.
But there is nothing to be done about that at present, only biding his time until either the primal's influence once again drags him away or something happens to free him from this imprisonment.
Estinien departs as quickly as he came, and in his absence, Aymeric's eyes slide back to meet Alkaid's. Strangely enough, rather than expend the effort to take hold of the offered food, he raises his hands to gently push it towards her. Clearly Estinien's words from before were correct; Aymeric still desires to see her needs met before his own. It might only be soup and rice, and certainly she might find other things more appetizing, but still: he is not the only one who needs to eat. ]