[ He pulls her to him and she does not argue. She lowers her head in his shoulder, arms around his frame, bunching into the fabric of his nightshirt. Of course, she had answered any question he might have of why her dreams woke her in the middle of the night, but she had framed them in factoids and almost a way that Alphinaud would list his reports. She had not wanted to admit to him how deeply the horrors of the First had affected her. There was so much good, so much hope that had been found by the end of it. Why then, even with hope, smiles, and the night sky returned, was she still plagued by nightmares of things that had not only happened but would not come to pass?
Something about losing him has always struck a deep cord in her--even before he was "hers" to lose. While his time in the Vault had certainly scared her? She has realized that the attempted murder was when she realized how much she wished him to remain on their star. It hardly mattered if she was to only be a friend and ally. She could not conceive of a world without Ser Aymeric in it. Then, one thing led to another, and now she will stand beside him as his wife and mate. The sentiment has not changed: she does not wish to lose him in any sense of the word.
Alkaid presses her face into his shoulder with her hands clutching onto him. Tremors take her whole body as all she had tried so hard to contain finds a way to surface. She moves to speak, but all that leaves her is a small cry. She wishes she might bear her heart out to him in the words he is so adept at using. That way he might truly understand all within her heart: how deep her love for him is, how horrified she is of losing him. Instead, she finds herself hoping Aymeric might come to understand them by her actions and sounds alone. ]
...Aymeric...
[ His name is said more like a plea, crying out to him. There is so much she might say, or might explain, and she does not know where to begin.
Another sob escapes her at his words. Why does it cause what feels like her very soul to cry out? Had they truly met in another life and sworn to find one another again? Had they been unable to find each other before? Perhaps it is none of those things and she desperately wishes for a romantic notion of having only one soul for her own. Some extension of her desire to not share a mate with the rest of her clan. Logic would say such a thing. Yet, deep down, her soul trembles with such emotion she cannot help but wonder the opposite of it all. ]
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Something about losing him has always struck a deep cord in her--even before he was "hers" to lose. While his time in the Vault had certainly scared her? She has realized that the attempted murder was when she realized how much she wished him to remain on their star. It hardly mattered if she was to only be a friend and ally. She could not conceive of a world without Ser Aymeric in it. Then, one thing led to another, and now she will stand beside him as his wife and mate. The sentiment has not changed: she does not wish to lose him in any sense of the word.
Alkaid presses her face into his shoulder with her hands clutching onto him. Tremors take her whole body as all she had tried so hard to contain finds a way to surface. She moves to speak, but all that leaves her is a small cry. She wishes she might bear her heart out to him in the words he is so adept at using. That way he might truly understand all within her heart: how deep her love for him is, how horrified she is of losing him. Instead, she finds herself hoping Aymeric might come to understand them by her actions and sounds alone. ]
...Aymeric...
[ His name is said more like a plea, crying out to him. There is so much she might say, or might explain, and she does not know where to begin.
Another sob escapes her at his words. Why does it cause what feels like her very soul to cry out? Had they truly met in another life and sworn to find one another again? Had they been unable to find each other before? Perhaps it is none of those things and she desperately wishes for a romantic notion of having only one soul for her own. Some extension of her desire to not share a mate with the rest of her clan. Logic would say such a thing. Yet, deep down, her soul trembles with such emotion she cannot help but wonder the opposite of it all. ]
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