[ His hands do come back to join with hers, almost as though he never pulled them away. But the words that he had so freely spoken just moments ago seem to have fled, replaced by something that is not an entirely unresponsive state but rather one that is so conflicted by his internal struggle that the power of speech is momentarily suppressed.
His shoulders shake just as hers are, as emotions boil up in response to her own desperate and emotion-filled words. How can he tell her that the only person he wants or will ever want is her? The primal in his mind moves angrily at that thought, but even the grip of King Thordan is not enough to dislodge that from Aymeric's mind.
It does not matter to him, to his true self, that Alkaid has returned from her struggles a changed person. It does not, nor will it, matter that she came back with some terrible scars from everything she lived through. What he would do if only he could is pull her into his arms for a hug that he intends to never end. If she needs him and his comfort, he wants to be right there to give it to her.
It does not matter to him if the cost of what he is about to do is his strength or his ability to speak to her. Neither does it matter of King Thordan turns on him once and for all. What little he has managed to retain of himself is speaking loud and clear, and there is only one thing he can do if his words aren't enough to tell her how much he still loves her.
He leans in, not needing to move very far given how close to him she still is, and he lightly presses a kiss onto her lips. Either she will recoil or she will sink into the kiss, as he hopes, but he knows that her upset is deep enough that she may very well not respond to the kiss at all. ]
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His shoulders shake just as hers are, as emotions boil up in response to her own desperate and emotion-filled words. How can he tell her that the only person he wants or will ever want is her? The primal in his mind moves angrily at that thought, but even the grip of King Thordan is not enough to dislodge that from Aymeric's mind.
It does not matter to him, to his true self, that Alkaid has returned from her struggles a changed person. It does not, nor will it, matter that she came back with some terrible scars from everything she lived through. What he would do if only he could is pull her into his arms for a hug that he intends to never end. If she needs him and his comfort, he wants to be right there to give it to her.
It does not matter to him if the cost of what he is about to do is his strength or his ability to speak to her. Neither does it matter of King Thordan turns on him once and for all. What little he has managed to retain of himself is speaking loud and clear, and there is only one thing he can do if his words aren't enough to tell her how much he still loves her.
He leans in, not needing to move very far given how close to him she still is, and he lightly presses a kiss onto her lips. Either she will recoil or she will sink into the kiss, as he hopes, but he knows that her upset is deep enough that she may very well not respond to the kiss at all. ]