[ He longs to take her in his arms and hold her as closely as he can, being resolved to never let go of her again... or at least, until such time as she is called away from him again. At that thought, his heart clenches inside him and although he despises himself for shedding tears, they only flow faster from his eyes.
In time, he is certain that the wounds he has taken from this will heal and his strength will return, but for now, his heart is raw and he finds it difficult to hold back his emotions.
More importantly, he hopes and prays with everything he has that her wounds will heal as well. But even if they do not, even if she remains wounded and hurting for some time yet, he knows that he will remain by her side through all of it. After all, she has done that for him more than once.
And it is because of that that he ignores the exhaustion creeping over him once more, because while he would do nothing but sleep, she needs him, and that is more important to him than anything in the world.
As her hands move to encircle his waist, he moves his hands to rest on top of hers, fingers lightly ghosting against the smooth skin of her hands.
He gently reaches for her when she sits up, a look of sadness coming to his eyes once more as he sees the spot where her teeth broke the skin on her lip. Perhaps they truly are of one mind and heart, because looking at her, he cannot help but feel hurt for her: hurt and regret that he cannot take all of her pain and place it upon himself.
He would do it without a second's thought, because he loves her so very much. His tears continue to fall until she gently wipes them away, and it is only when her hand cups his cheek that he attempts speaking once more. ]
And I have missed you, far more than I can put into words.
[ His head falls forward once more, but he catches himself at the very last second. It seems as though his ability to forestall his exhaustion is waning, but he does not wish to give in even now. ]
If I were able to, I would see our steps leading us home at this very moment.
[ He strongly desires to see what has become of Ishgard and her people, and he fears that there have not been any casualties or loss of life. And barring that, he prays that the numbers remain small, because any life lost is one too many. ]
I wish only to return to our home with you by my side.
[ Still, he knows that the opportunity for them to rest may very well not come again until the matter of Thordan and the towers has been dealt with. Because Ishgard is his home, and because these are his people, he knows that he must see this to its completion, if Halone sees fit to grant him the strength to do so. ]
We will return home one day soon. [ Even though there is much he cannot speak confidently about, this is one thing he is wholly certain of. Well, this, and the notion that their lives and their destinies are inextricably woven together and will continue to be that way.
He falls silent then, but his gaze remains locked on hers, his blue eyes meeting her mismatched pair. There is tiredness in his gaze, yes, but there is unbridled love there as well, if only she looks to see it. ]
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In time, he is certain that the wounds he has taken from this will heal and his strength will return, but for now, his heart is raw and he finds it difficult to hold back his emotions.
More importantly, he hopes and prays with everything he has that her wounds will heal as well. But even if they do not, even if she remains wounded and hurting for some time yet, he knows that he will remain by her side through all of it. After all, she has done that for him more than once.
And it is because of that that he ignores the exhaustion creeping over him once more, because while he would do nothing but sleep, she needs him, and that is more important to him than anything in the world.
As her hands move to encircle his waist, he moves his hands to rest on top of hers, fingers lightly ghosting against the smooth skin of her hands.
He gently reaches for her when she sits up, a look of sadness coming to his eyes once more as he sees the spot where her teeth broke the skin on her lip. Perhaps they truly are of one mind and heart, because looking at her, he cannot help but feel hurt for her: hurt and regret that he cannot take all of her pain and place it upon himself.
He would do it without a second's thought, because he loves her so very much. His tears continue to fall until she gently wipes them away, and it is only when her hand cups his cheek that he attempts speaking once more. ]
And I have missed you, far more than I can put into words.
[ His head falls forward once more, but he catches himself at the very last second. It seems as though his ability to forestall his exhaustion is waning, but he does not wish to give in even now. ]
If I were able to, I would see our steps leading us home at this very moment.
[ He strongly desires to see what has become of Ishgard and her people, and he fears that there have not been any casualties or loss of life. And barring that, he prays that the numbers remain small, because any life lost is one too many. ]
I wish only to return to our home with you by my side.
[ Still, he knows that the opportunity for them to rest may very well not come again until the matter of Thordan and the towers has been dealt with. Because Ishgard is his home, and because these are his people, he knows that he must see this to its completion, if Halone sees fit to grant him the strength to do so. ]
We will return home one day soon. [ Even though there is much he cannot speak confidently about, this is one thing he is wholly certain of. Well, this, and the notion that their lives and their destinies are inextricably woven together and will continue to be that way.
He falls silent then, but his gaze remains locked on hers, his blue eyes meeting her mismatched pair. There is tiredness in his gaze, yes, but there is unbridled love there as well, if only she looks to see it. ]