[ As always, whenever Alkaid turns her attentions to him, everything else around him seems to fade away and all he can see is her brightly colored eyes looking at him. He ought to be thinking about his next moves, about what he might do to locate the scattered survivors, and what is more, what ought to be done about the primal.
But with her looking at him in such a way, all of those thoughts fade entirely into the background.
And when she tugs at him until he bends down and then pulls him into that kiss, all he can think about is the feel of her lips on his and the love he has for her. He barely registers Emmanellain's gasp, because his entire body is tingling in light of Alkaid's kiss. A thought enters his mind that perhaps he owes the younger of the Fortemps an apology for the display, but that thought vanishes as quickly as it came.
It may well return later, when Aymeric's wits are about him once more, but for the moment, he only has eyes for his betrothed. ]
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But with her looking at him in such a way, all of those thoughts fade entirely into the background.
And when she tugs at him until he bends down and then pulls him into that kiss, all he can think about is the feel of her lips on his and the love he has for her. He barely registers Emmanellain's gasp, because his entire body is tingling in light of Alkaid's kiss. A thought enters his mind that perhaps he owes the younger of the Fortemps an apology for the display, but that thought vanishes as quickly as it came.
It may well return later, when Aymeric's wits are about him once more, but for the moment, he only has eyes for his betrothed. ]