shepherdtostars: ѕнєρнєя∂тσѕтαяѕ〘 ∂иѕ. 〙 (shadow 🌸 11.)
𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. ([personal profile] shepherdtostars) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2022-04-26 11:02 pm (UTC)

[ An adventure with Aymeric, in her mind, would simply be to take him to places he could only imagine. She wishes to show him the world, have him learn the customs, taste the food, and see another way of life. If they so happen to be recruited into things--as she often is--then that is something else.

Even more so, she wishes to be his wife. What greater adventure could there be? K'thisru has always been the more of the explorer and the one to be in trouble. She, on the other hand, had always been more content with simply making sure her sister was well enough to go and adventure. While she certainly longs to see new things? Sitting at home with the man she would be married to fills her with a sense of completion. Even much to the point that most nights, her mind travels back home, no matter how far away she is. Her hand curls around his more and her shoulders sink slightly. Why can she not simply be with him?

Her gaze raises to his as he speaks once more. His observations are certainly correct. Try as she might, it is rather impossible to hide the heartbreak and tears in her eyes. A longing as well, but not for adventure or the far away cities, but for him. Would he still wish to be close to her? Either by touching or as a husband and wife know one another? Or, had the grip that King Thordan had on him and the rift he attempted to make destroy any possibility of that?

Her fingers hesitate, but, eventually find themselves between his as they always do. Her hands squeezes in return at his promises. Alkaid finds herself unable to speak in that exact moment as her throat tightens and the tears threaten to run down her face. Will they be able to have the adventure they so desperately seek? Or, will the world continue to conspire and pull them away from one another time and time again? It is not a lack of faith or trust in them, but the world around them.

Alkaid lowers her head and presses herself against his side. All she wishes to do is rest along side him. Why, after all she and her sister have done, is she not allowed that? Her eyes shut as she hides her face in his new shirt. One she finds she likes very much indeed. The colors compliment him, and she can feel it is a make of Ishgard.

Home.

Their home. The home she wants to fill will love and life just as he surely remembers it being when he was younger. Does it still stand? Has Thordan's thalls destoryed it? Her hands clutch onto his then even as hers shake.

A part of her chastizes her then. She is a Champion of Eorzea, Savior of Ishgard, and both a Warrior of Light and Darkness. There is no time to be sad, scared, and lost. Not when they all look to her so... ]


It's cold.

[ She does not mean just the temperature or the cold winds either. ]

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