[ Somehow, even though it goes against everything that Thordan wishes, and it further tests the limits of Aymeric's already vulnerable state, the only thing he wishes to do in this moment is to ease some of Alkaid's fears. The way his arms latch onto her is every bit for her benefit as it is for him, perhaps even moreso.
But his emotional barriers have been so badly damaged by this long struggle that he has very little control over himself and his feelings that threaten to spill out just like the tears that course down the sides of his face. Even as she guides him to rest his head in her lap, he cries out in his sleep, an action he never would have done had he still remained the stoic person he would have been had he not been struggling against the primal that still has a hold on him.
Although his sleep has become considerably less restful, it is still a form of rest, and even in his despair, he burrows his head further into her lap, clearly seeking out her presence and the comfort she gives him, in spite of her own distressed state.
A second quieter cry escapes him, but now his tension fades yet again as the harrowing dreams fade from his mind and exhaustion pulls him back under as well. He remains dimly aware of her presence with him, but he has not realized that she also has drifted off to sleep.
It is some time after they both have been claimed by slumber that Aymeric stirs. Tear tracks still can be seen on his face, but he does not remember ever shedding those tears. A sound that is closer to a distressed whine reaches his ears, and gradually, his eyes slide open. He moves again, stopping when he realizes that his head is still pillowed in her lap, and because of that and the position she fell into when sleep took her provides him with quite an interesting view.
But no thoughts along those lines enter his mind, and instead of moving or attempting to speak, he stills once more, but he remains awake, eyes all but focused on her and what he can see of her face. ]
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But his emotional barriers have been so badly damaged by this long struggle that he has very little control over himself and his feelings that threaten to spill out just like the tears that course down the sides of his face. Even as she guides him to rest his head in her lap, he cries out in his sleep, an action he never would have done had he still remained the stoic person he would have been had he not been struggling against the primal that still has a hold on him.
Although his sleep has become considerably less restful, it is still a form of rest, and even in his despair, he burrows his head further into her lap, clearly seeking out her presence and the comfort she gives him, in spite of her own distressed state.
A second quieter cry escapes him, but now his tension fades yet again as the harrowing dreams fade from his mind and exhaustion pulls him back under as well. He remains dimly aware of her presence with him, but he has not realized that she also has drifted off to sleep.
It is some time after they both have been claimed by slumber that Aymeric stirs. Tear tracks still can be seen on his face, but he does not remember ever shedding those tears. A sound that is closer to a distressed whine reaches his ears, and gradually, his eyes slide open. He moves again, stopping when he realizes that his head is still pillowed in her lap, and because of that and the position she fell into when sleep took her provides him with quite an interesting view.
But no thoughts along those lines enter his mind, and instead of moving or attempting to speak, he stills once more, but he remains awake, eyes all but focused on her and what he can see of her face. ]