[ She gently squeezes his arm as he cries out. It truly breaks her heart to hear. The fact she cannot aid him through whatever torments him seems like one more failure in her mind. She knows she cannot remove the dreams he must be having, but she wonders if she helps him at all through these moments. Her body leans towards him more as he presses into her lap. Hopefully, for now, he can find some comfort from her presence if naught else.
If the circumstances had been anything along the lines of normalcy? She may have smiled suggestively and shifted for his view. However, she is still buried under her own set of distressing dreams. Another small sound makes its way free and she curls her hands to her chest. Her head turns into the pillows beneath her. The shake in her hands only increases and she attempts to curl into herself. That proves difficult as his head is still in her lap.
The dreams continue as they have as horror after horror was encountered in the far away land. Creatures deformed and twisted, a people on the brink of destruction, and the fear in the back of her mind that nothing would be left of Eorzea when she and K'thsiru returned. They twist into memories of long stretched battlefields with the Empire. A weapon so powerful it could kill any without a trace...
The face of the person she loves the most on the star amongst those that litter the battlefield. Realizing that, as she stands there, she was too late to save him. After everything she and K'thisru had been through, after promising she would come home to him. After all those lives they had saved? She failed to save him, to come back to uphold her promise of being his wife. She falls to her knees beside him and shaking hands reaching to hold his face in her hands.
Then, a heartbroken cry breaks through in her dream and in the waking world. She cradles him in her dreams, apologizing again and again for not making it in time. Tears stream down her face as she presses her forehead to his. What sort of manner of Warrior of Light is she? She might save the world a thousand times over with her sister at her side, but she is incapable of saving the one she would spend her life with? Now, he lays in her arms, his soul long departed to the aetheric sea. Crying seems hardly enough to try and express the depths of how broken her heart is, but it is the only thing she can think to do. Other than hold him in her arms and continue her repeating apologies.
He cannot be dead. Not truly. Not after everything they've been through. Life cannot be that unfair or cruel.
In the waking world, she tries desperately to wake. She does not wish to be in a world where he nor her sister are not. Tears form in her eyes but they do not fall as the desperate attempts to leave her world of nightmares push through anything else. Her hands ball into fists and her face presses more into the pillows. ]
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If the circumstances had been anything along the lines of normalcy? She may have smiled suggestively and shifted for his view. However, she is still buried under her own set of distressing dreams. Another small sound makes its way free and she curls her hands to her chest. Her head turns into the pillows beneath her. The shake in her hands only increases and she attempts to curl into herself. That proves difficult as his head is still in her lap.
The dreams continue as they have as horror after horror was encountered in the far away land. Creatures deformed and twisted, a people on the brink of destruction, and the fear in the back of her mind that nothing would be left of Eorzea when she and K'thsiru returned. They twist into memories of long stretched battlefields with the Empire. A weapon so powerful it could kill any without a trace...
The face of the person she loves the most on the star amongst those that litter the battlefield. Realizing that, as she stands there, she was too late to save him. After everything she and K'thisru had been through, after promising she would come home to him. After all those lives they had saved? She failed to save him, to come back to uphold her promise of being his wife. She falls to her knees beside him and shaking hands reaching to hold his face in her hands.
Then, a heartbroken cry breaks through in her dream and in the waking world. She cradles him in her dreams, apologizing again and again for not making it in time. Tears stream down her face as she presses her forehead to his. What sort of manner of Warrior of Light is she? She might save the world a thousand times over with her sister at her side, but she is incapable of saving the one she would spend her life with? Now, he lays in her arms, his soul long departed to the aetheric sea. Crying seems hardly enough to try and express the depths of how broken her heart is, but it is the only thing she can think to do. Other than hold him in her arms and continue her repeating apologies.
He cannot be dead. Not truly. Not after everything they've been through. Life cannot be that unfair or cruel.
In the waking world, she tries desperately to wake. She does not wish to be in a world where he nor her sister are not. Tears form in her eyes but they do not fall as the desperate attempts to leave her world of nightmares push through anything else. Her hands ball into fists and her face presses more into the pillows. ]