[ Her hands move to hold his face between hers, fingers brushing the extra strands of hair behind his ears. Instead of shunning him like he perhaps expects, Alkaid offers him what soothing she could give. The tips of her fingers then move to the hair at the back of his head. They move up and down the tension lines that always form at his neck. ]
Aymeric, my love. You have given me a place to call home when I had feared that I would have to return to my clan. And, you have given me the most precious of gifts. [ She tilts his head up turn his gaze to hers. Then, she kisses him once more. It is a deep kiss, perhaps not as intimate or deep as she might normal, but the exhaustion is clear on his body and she would not push him further. She then kisses the corner of his mouth. Then, her fingers move to take one of his hands and place it over her heart. ] Not only have you done all of that for me, but you protect and shield something that no one else could.
Please, [ her nose presses to his cheek to silence any protest that might come, ] before you believe that you have done nothing but hurt me? I would take a thousand wounds on my heart if it meant keeping you with me.
[ Another kiss, this time lighter, is pressed on his lips. ] I will not leave you simply because you came under attack. I will not leave you because you are wounded, or of broken heart, or lost and uncertain of your path forward. I accepted your proposal and promised to be your wife.
[ Her two-toned eyes lock onto his sky-blue ones. ] Aymeric de Borel. You are not only the love of my life, but my mate. I... I realize that may not hold the weight in Ishgardian culture as it would for a Miqo'te, but... [ her heart pounds as tears gather in her eyes. ] I have only ever wanted one mate, one I might call my husband. One that I would call my own; one not shared with any other.
[ A smile touches her face as the water continues to gather in her eyes. ] Why would I ever walk away from you? You have stumbled, my beloved knight, but you have not fallen so hard you cannot rise again and continue forward. You have lead Ishgard to safety once and you will do so again. And, I will be at your side, as I was before.
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Aymeric, my love. You have given me a place to call home when I had feared that I would have to return to my clan. And, you have given me the most precious of gifts. [ She tilts his head up turn his gaze to hers. Then, she kisses him once more. It is a deep kiss, perhaps not as intimate or deep as she might normal, but the exhaustion is clear on his body and she would not push him further. She then kisses the corner of his mouth. Then, her fingers move to take one of his hands and place it over her heart. ] Not only have you done all of that for me, but you protect and shield something that no one else could.
Please, [ her nose presses to his cheek to silence any protest that might come, ] before you believe that you have done nothing but hurt me? I would take a thousand wounds on my heart if it meant keeping you with me.
[ Another kiss, this time lighter, is pressed on his lips. ] I will not leave you simply because you came under attack. I will not leave you because you are wounded, or of broken heart, or lost and uncertain of your path forward. I accepted your proposal and promised to be your wife.
[ Her two-toned eyes lock onto his sky-blue ones. ] Aymeric de Borel. You are not only the love of my life, but my mate. I... I realize that may not hold the weight in Ishgardian culture as it would for a Miqo'te, but... [ her heart pounds as tears gather in her eyes. ] I have only ever wanted one mate, one I might call my husband. One that I would call my own; one not shared with any other.
[ A smile touches her face as the water continues to gather in her eyes. ] Why would I ever walk away from you? You have stumbled, my beloved knight, but you have not fallen so hard you cannot rise again and continue forward. You have lead Ishgard to safety once and you will do so again. And, I will be at your side, as I was before.