[ She so very depends on those determined words and strong posture. He is a leader, even if he cannot see it at the moment. His words strike inspiration and hope, but also a path to a better future. While she and K'thisru may be the ones to carve the path? Aymeric is one who lays the ground work of example as he walks. She knows he is unable to see it in this moment, but his steadfastness has always helped ground her while she has been far away. He is so very like Ishgard. Any storm may shake him, but he can weather it.
Unlike her.
Her sobs quiet after a few moments, ears lifting as he says her name. Her breathing is ragged, hitching even with her attention fully on his words. For a moment she fears her heart has stopped. And an even poorer candidate for being your husbandI. The tremors in her hands move to her whole person as her mind runs with what he might say next. Does he mean to end their engagement? Has it all finally become too much to bear? Does he look down at her now and not see her as the person he fell in love with? She bites down on her lip hard to try and keep from crying once again.
Somehow his words cut through the fear and doubt in her mind. Her hands reach out and arms wrap around his waist without her fully realizing it. While she has no fear of rejection or abandonment as he does? Her own fears and insecurities amount to the same. While she may never share it, she feels as if finding him as brought a missing piece of herself back. Perhaps not in the sense of a shard and reflection, but something far deeper.
Slowly, she pulls herself to sit up. Alkaid takes another moment to raise her eyes to find his. Her face stained with tear marks and her eyes red from crying. Blood sits on her lip from where her bite has broken the skin on it. Blonde hair with pink edges still rests over her shoulder, but it is clear her pulling on it has caused it to sit in an unnatural way.
One hand raises to brush the tears on his face away. Her beloved knight. There has already been so many times in which she has almost lost him. Yet, he remains there, as firm as the Foundation that his home city is built upon. Her hand cups his cheeks. ]
I missed you, my love. [ She speaks in barely a whisper. It is not only due to her trip to the First, or his tempering, but something else. A feeling that comes from deep inside her soul that she cannot truly express--something ancient.
Her eyes search his for some understanding or knowledge of what she speaks of. Perhaps it is just her who feels this way. Perhaps she is projecting and he does not feel as if they belong together not in just this life but all lives. ]
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Unlike her.
Her sobs quiet after a few moments, ears lifting as he says her name. Her breathing is ragged, hitching even with her attention fully on his words. For a moment she fears her heart has stopped. And an even poorer candidate for being your husbandI. The tremors in her hands move to her whole person as her mind runs with what he might say next. Does he mean to end their engagement? Has it all finally become too much to bear? Does he look down at her now and not see her as the person he fell in love with? She bites down on her lip hard to try and keep from crying once again.
Somehow his words cut through the fear and doubt in her mind. Her hands reach out and arms wrap around his waist without her fully realizing it. While she has no fear of rejection or abandonment as he does? Her own fears and insecurities amount to the same. While she may never share it, she feels as if finding him as brought a missing piece of herself back. Perhaps not in the sense of a shard and reflection, but something far deeper.
Slowly, she pulls herself to sit up. Alkaid takes another moment to raise her eyes to find his. Her face stained with tear marks and her eyes red from crying. Blood sits on her lip from where her bite has broken the skin on it. Blonde hair with pink edges still rests over her shoulder, but it is clear her pulling on it has caused it to sit in an unnatural way.
One hand raises to brush the tears on his face away. Her beloved knight. There has already been so many times in which she has almost lost him. Yet, he remains there, as firm as the Foundation that his home city is built upon. Her hand cups his cheeks. ]
I missed you, my love. [ She speaks in barely a whisper. It is not only due to her trip to the First, or his tempering, but something else. A feeling that comes from deep inside her soul that she cannot truly express--something ancient.
Her eyes search his for some understanding or knowledge of what she speaks of. Perhaps it is just her who feels this way. Perhaps she is projecting and he does not feel as if they belong together not in just this life but all lives. ]
I... I want to go home--with you. My knight.