[ Her fingers brush along his cheeks to try and soothe the tension that clearly has formed in his neck. She presses another kiss to his forehead, at a loss of what to do for him in that moment. She cannot add her aether into Alisaie's spell for it may affect it. Perhaps her presence is not as helpful as she had once believed. Her hands find his that reach out for her, fingers sliding between his perfectly and folding them to her heart. Her nose brushes along his to try and soothe him further. ]
Alkaid, [ Alisaie's voice is soft so she does not disturb the man that Angelo continues to deliver the magically charged aether into. ] His aether is no longer charged to the element aligned with King Thordan. Now, we must remind him of enough moments that will set his memories properly in motion.
[ She turns her gaze from Alisaie back to Aymeric as he rests against the pillows but leans against her as well. Alkaid's ears flatten ever so slightly and presses another kiss to his forehead. Her fingers brush against his as she wonders where to start. What might be the most important ones? ]
Aymeric, dear. [ This time his name is said softly, her head tilting and waiting for his eyes to meet hers once more. Her tail gently sways at her side once he does and she manages another smile for him. Then, she guides their joined hands to her lips and presses a kiss to them. ] Do you remember how we first met, in Camp Dragonhead? You wanted the aid of the Scions in taking care of a matter with the heretics, which Alphinaud was more than ready to volunteer Thisru and I for. Lucia was there as well, but she seemed far more colder than you, despite what others might have said around the camp.
[ She blushes, despite the situation, at recalling how she felt the first time she saw Aymeric. While she has told him a handful of times how she felt? She has always kept to herself how she wonders if maybe, possibly, it was love at first sight. Perhaps not for him, of course, as so many matters had to be addressed. He had but read of the Warriors of Light exploits. No doubt that lead to a certain admiration and sense of awe. Yet, even then, Alkaid feels as if she was the one utterly smitten when they met eyes for the first time. Aymeric knows, through her sharing of her side of events, how distracted she was from the meeting by simply his presence and voice. She has never truly shared how her heart felt light and as if it may quicken so fast she might faint. He could of asked anything of her in that first meeting and she would of jumped to her feet to do it.
Not much has truly changed in that regard. ]
Although, I can't recall much of what was discussed in details. A certain Lord Commander was doing his utmost to distract me without him even realizing. [ Her eyes drift to the side as she wonders what to recall next. ] Then, House Foretemps took us in when they framed the Scions for the murder of the Sultana. One that was staged and very well false, thank the Gods. I admit that, despite the situation at hand, I had hoped it would mean that I might be able to meet with you more than outside of official business and get to know you...
[ She most certainly knew by their arrival in Ishgard that she had more than a fancy for the Lord Commander. However, she is a Warrior of Light, and she had rather doubted he might be interested in her beyond her titles and achievements she shares with her sister. How very wrong she was. ]
Estinien and Alphinaud worked out a plan to go and slay Nidhogg to advert more disaster. I had never noticed how much Estinien cared for you until that conversation. I had the feeling he wished to do it not for only Ishgard, and his revenge, but to keep the man he saw as brother from having to fight for his life in Ishgard. Though, maybe he didn't realize it at the time...
[ She glances to Alisaie who nods for her to continue. Alkaid blushes more, looking down at her fingers. No one save her sister has heard of their private moments. While Alisaie would not tell a soul, she feel her cheeks grow warmer and her ears stand up slightly at the idea of it. ]
... do you remember the first time we spoke as ourselves, and not just as our respected titles? [ She most certainly does. A conversation that she had only intended to end with an invitation to meet the Moogles of Moghome. Somehow, it had led to a walk to his favorite place, and their first kiss. Her cheeks feel as if they might be burning from how hard she is blushing. ] You took me to your favorite place in all of Ishgard; where no one else might see everything that churns in your mind and heart underneath the armor you wear...
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Alkaid, [ Alisaie's voice is soft so she does not disturb the man that Angelo continues to deliver the magically charged aether into. ] His aether is no longer charged to the element aligned with King Thordan. Now, we must remind him of enough moments that will set his memories properly in motion.
[ She turns her gaze from Alisaie back to Aymeric as he rests against the pillows but leans against her as well. Alkaid's ears flatten ever so slightly and presses another kiss to his forehead. Her fingers brush against his as she wonders where to start. What might be the most important ones? ]
Aymeric, dear. [ This time his name is said softly, her head tilting and waiting for his eyes to meet hers once more. Her tail gently sways at her side once he does and she manages another smile for him. Then, she guides their joined hands to her lips and presses a kiss to them. ] Do you remember how we first met, in Camp Dragonhead? You wanted the aid of the Scions in taking care of a matter with the heretics, which Alphinaud was more than ready to volunteer Thisru and I for. Lucia was there as well, but she seemed far more colder than you, despite what others might have said around the camp.
[ She blushes, despite the situation, at recalling how she felt the first time she saw Aymeric. While she has told him a handful of times how she felt? She has always kept to herself how she wonders if maybe, possibly, it was love at first sight. Perhaps not for him, of course, as so many matters had to be addressed. He had but read of the Warriors of Light exploits. No doubt that lead to a certain admiration and sense of awe. Yet, even then, Alkaid feels as if she was the one utterly smitten when they met eyes for the first time. Aymeric knows, through her sharing of her side of events, how distracted she was from the meeting by simply his presence and voice. She has never truly shared how her heart felt light and as if it may quicken so fast she might faint. He could of asked anything of her in that first meeting and she would of jumped to her feet to do it.
Not much has truly changed in that regard. ]
Although, I can't recall much of what was discussed in details. A certain Lord Commander was doing his utmost to distract me without him even realizing. [ Her eyes drift to the side as she wonders what to recall next. ] Then, House Foretemps took us in when they framed the Scions for the murder of the Sultana. One that was staged and very well false, thank the Gods. I admit that, despite the situation at hand, I had hoped it would mean that I might be able to meet with you more than outside of official business and get to know you...
[ She most certainly knew by their arrival in Ishgard that she had more than a fancy for the Lord Commander. However, she is a Warrior of Light, and she had rather doubted he might be interested in her beyond her titles and achievements she shares with her sister. How very wrong she was. ]
Estinien and Alphinaud worked out a plan to go and slay Nidhogg to advert more disaster. I had never noticed how much Estinien cared for you until that conversation. I had the feeling he wished to do it not for only Ishgard, and his revenge, but to keep the man he saw as brother from having to fight for his life in Ishgard. Though, maybe he didn't realize it at the time...
[ She glances to Alisaie who nods for her to continue. Alkaid blushes more, looking down at her fingers. No one save her sister has heard of their private moments. While Alisaie would not tell a soul, she feel her cheeks grow warmer and her ears stand up slightly at the idea of it. ]
... do you remember the first time we spoke as ourselves, and not just as our respected titles? [ She most certainly does. A conversation that she had only intended to end with an invitation to meet the Moogles of Moghome. Somehow, it had led to a walk to his favorite place, and their first kiss. Her cheeks feel as if they might be burning from how hard she is blushing. ] You took me to your favorite place in all of Ishgard; where no one else might see everything that churns in your mind and heart underneath the armor you wear...