[ It seems as though there is much that they must speak about, and many things he still believes he must apologize for and thank her for as well. But in order to do so, he will obviously need to be awake and strong enough to sort through everything that has happened.
There is a part of him that believed it was his lot in life to be wedded to the city that he loves so much, to be consumed with thoughts of how best to protect her and the people who call her home. But then the Warriors of Light crossed his path, and although he did not realize it straight away, they brought light back to his life and hope to the city as well.
Whether or not he should have to wait is a non-issue in his mind. He has found love when he was not looking for it, and he would not begrudge her for having to leave as often as she does. He truly does not mind having to wait for her, and he would go as far as to say he would spend the rest of his life content with such an arrangement, knowing that she would return to him whenever she could. A part of him would always worry about her, but he has the benefit of having a solid friend such as Estinien who is not so bound by duty and obligation and could find the time to look in on her. Estinien still has his responsibilities, but of the two of them, he has more freedom to move about while Aymeric has less.
At the end of it all, he considers himself blessed that he has found her at all, whether or not she can be with him constantly or whether or not she can give him children. To wish for anything more than what he has already been gifted feels too grasping, too selfish, and so he has resolved to not do that if he can help it.
But for the moment, his cares and worries are far from him, because his mind has been taxed by the long struggle. The sleep he has managed to find is a dreamless one, which is perhaps a mercy given everything that has transpired.
Even so, it seems as though he will not be waking for a good long while, because his body and mind have been thoroughly depleted. Even when Alkaid attempts to awaken him from his slumber, he barely responds and merely goes on sleeping aside from an unintelligible mumble and a barely noticeable change in position.
But one day turns into another, and night comes again and still Aymeric sleeps. This time, however, as a few more hours pass, something stirs in Aymeric's mind, and he dimly registers Alkaid moving although he cannot see what it is she is doing. He feels a little pressure on the bed, not enough to disturb him, but enough to let him know that Alkaid is either sitting on the bed again or has fallen asleep on it. He simply cannot tell which is which.
The hold that sleep has on him is lessening, although he has a long way to go before he can truly call himself awake. Still, one hand curls beneath the blanket, fingers moving to grip onto the sheets below them. The other hand moves as well, also gripping onto the sheets as tightly as he can manage.
Awareness slowly returns to him, and with it comes a confused blur of feelings that culminate in one equally confused memory: Thordan's voice echoing in his thoughts and through his mind, and for one terrifying second, he cringes inwardly as if fearing being struck and hurt once again.
Driven by that sudden fear, his eyes abruptly snap open and his frame tenses. But just as suddenly, his mind fills in the gaps and he realizes that his thoughts are his own, there is no cause for the terror that has taken hold.
There must have been at one point, but whenever he tries to focus on those memories, they slip away before he can. Perhaps it is for the best that he not remember whatever transpired in its entirety, he reasons.
But now that he has awoken, he can see that he is not alone. Alkaid has also fallen asleep, and remains that way, and although the last thing he wishes to do is disturb her rest, he reaches out and lightly places a hand on top of her head and lets it rest there. ]
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There is a part of him that believed it was his lot in life to be wedded to the city that he loves so much, to be consumed with thoughts of how best to protect her and the people who call her home. But then the Warriors of Light crossed his path, and although he did not realize it straight away, they brought light back to his life and hope to the city as well.
Whether or not he should have to wait is a non-issue in his mind. He has found love when he was not looking for it, and he would not begrudge her for having to leave as often as she does. He truly does not mind having to wait for her, and he would go as far as to say he would spend the rest of his life content with such an arrangement, knowing that she would return to him whenever she could. A part of him would always worry about her, but he has the benefit of having a solid friend such as Estinien who is not so bound by duty and obligation and could find the time to look in on her. Estinien still has his responsibilities, but of the two of them, he has more freedom to move about while Aymeric has less.
At the end of it all, he considers himself blessed that he has found her at all, whether or not she can be with him constantly or whether or not she can give him children. To wish for anything more than what he has already been gifted feels too grasping, too selfish, and so he has resolved to not do that if he can help it.
But for the moment, his cares and worries are far from him, because his mind has been taxed by the long struggle. The sleep he has managed to find is a dreamless one, which is perhaps a mercy given everything that has transpired.
Even so, it seems as though he will not be waking for a good long while, because his body and mind have been thoroughly depleted. Even when Alkaid attempts to awaken him from his slumber, he barely responds and merely goes on sleeping aside from an unintelligible mumble and a barely noticeable change in position.
But one day turns into another, and night comes again and still Aymeric sleeps. This time, however, as a few more hours pass, something stirs in Aymeric's mind, and he dimly registers Alkaid moving although he cannot see what it is she is doing. He feels a little pressure on the bed, not enough to disturb him, but enough to let him know that Alkaid is either sitting on the bed again or has fallen asleep on it. He simply cannot tell which is which.
The hold that sleep has on him is lessening, although he has a long way to go before he can truly call himself awake. Still, one hand curls beneath the blanket, fingers moving to grip onto the sheets below them. The other hand moves as well, also gripping onto the sheets as tightly as he can manage.
Awareness slowly returns to him, and with it comes a confused blur of feelings that culminate in one equally confused memory: Thordan's voice echoing in his thoughts and through his mind, and for one terrifying second, he cringes inwardly as if fearing being struck and hurt once again.
Driven by that sudden fear, his eyes abruptly snap open and his frame tenses. But just as suddenly, his mind fills in the gaps and he realizes that his thoughts are his own, there is no cause for the terror that has taken hold.
There must have been at one point, but whenever he tries to focus on those memories, they slip away before he can. Perhaps it is for the best that he not remember whatever transpired in its entirety, he reasons.
But now that he has awoken, he can see that he is not alone. Alkaid has also fallen asleep, and remains that way, and although the last thing he wishes to do is disturb her rest, he reaches out and lightly places a hand on top of her head and lets it rest there. ]