[ Although the moment passed almost as quickly as it came, it left something behind that Aymeric is finding harder to shake off. Though the images were fleeting and hard to hold onto, he remembers that there were two young Elezen who were in danger and he told them to run while he remained behind to face an all-too-familiar figure.
What happened to them? Did they find shelter and safety, or were they turned as he was? The grip on his heart seems to clench even harder then and he has to will himself to remain still, lest he give away the hurt that has settled upon him once more. Now is not the time for him to come apart at the seams, and yet he is finding collecting himself quite difficult.
But as always, all Alkaid has to do is say his name with those comforting, gentle tones, and he finds himself latching onto her comforting presence as a drowning man latches onto his rescuer's hand. ]
I must have said similar things before, but it is all too clear to me that I could strive for a thousand years and still not deserve you and all that you offer.
[ The way her hand rests on his side where the scar remains and how she squeezes his hand while resting her cheek against his chest only adds to the comfort that he feels. How she can comfort him with just a touch and the way she says his name is still a mystery to him, but he does not question it very much. ]
Yes, of course. They cannot have gotten far.
[ And as if to confirm his words, Aymeric hears the unmistakable sound of a footfall on the snow, and he looks up to see two wary-looking yet somewhat relieved faces: the youngest son of Count Edmont and his manservant. To say that he is surprised to see them would be understating it greatly. ]
Emmanellain and... [ He ought to remember the name of Emmanellain's companion, and yet it is escaping him in this moment. ]
Honoroit, Ser Aymeric. [ Seeing that the Lord Speaker is having difficulty recalling his name, Honoroit is quick to fill in the gaps for him. ]
Ah, yes, forgive me, but your name had escaped me for a moment there. [ Aymeric casts a worried look over both of them, as if looking for any signs of injury or other distress. Surely Alkaid would have more experience in identifying those things, and in identifying whether or not one or both of them have been tempered as well, so he spares a sidelong glance for her, looking for confirmation or denial. ]
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What happened to them? Did they find shelter and safety, or were they turned as he was? The grip on his heart seems to clench even harder then and he has to will himself to remain still, lest he give away the hurt that has settled upon him once more. Now is not the time for him to come apart at the seams, and yet he is finding collecting himself quite difficult.
But as always, all Alkaid has to do is say his name with those comforting, gentle tones, and he finds himself latching onto her comforting presence as a drowning man latches onto his rescuer's hand. ]
I must have said similar things before, but it is all too clear to me that I could strive for a thousand years and still not deserve you and all that you offer.
[ The way her hand rests on his side where the scar remains and how she squeezes his hand while resting her cheek against his chest only adds to the comfort that he feels. How she can comfort him with just a touch and the way she says his name is still a mystery to him, but he does not question it very much. ]
Yes, of course. They cannot have gotten far.
[ And as if to confirm his words, Aymeric hears the unmistakable sound of a footfall on the snow, and he looks up to see two wary-looking yet somewhat relieved faces: the youngest son of Count Edmont and his manservant. To say that he is surprised to see them would be understating it greatly. ]
Emmanellain and... [ He ought to remember the name of Emmanellain's companion, and yet it is escaping him in this moment. ]
Honoroit, Ser Aymeric. [ Seeing that the Lord Speaker is having difficulty recalling his name, Honoroit is quick to fill in the gaps for him. ]
Ah, yes, forgive me, but your name had escaped me for a moment there. [ Aymeric casts a worried look over both of them, as if looking for any signs of injury or other distress. Surely Alkaid would have more experience in identifying those things, and in identifying whether or not one or both of them have been tempered as well, so he spares a sidelong glance for her, looking for confirmation or denial. ]