[ It might seem strange that someone who so desperately longed for and fought for peace is also resigned to it never truly being obtained. There will always be wars and conflicts, and to hope for a time in which no one has to fight or die for any cause would be truly naive. Perhaps the kind of peace that Aymeric longs for is only a dream, something that will never truly be reached. After all, he can hardly imagine living in a world that is not touched in some way by war and strife. Although it is all he knows, his expression falls slightly at the thought of it. ]
Well, I would certainly hope so, as there are very few names that spring to mind that deserve a rest and a reprive as much as you. And that applies to your sister as well, naturally. [ Again, he believes that whatever burdens he carries pale considerably in comparison to the ones that rest upon the shoulders of the Warriors of Light. And with that in mind, he yet again pushes aside the weight that is still threatening to pull him down. ]
Ah, yes. The list. [ He did create such a list, although he supposes she hoped for a far longer one, but at least he managed to put a few locations upon it. ] I suppose it is still somewhat of a work in progress, but it is a start.
[ Lest he allow his inner struggles to take control and bring the mood down once again, he forces his churning emotions away from him so that he might appear relaxed and happy... for her benefit, yes, but also for his own. ]
Ah... Well. [ He knows that he is too prone to working harder than he should, and yet he finds it a difficult habit to break. There will certainly be many more times that he does just that. ] I would not ask either of you to trouble yourself on my account.
[ Feeling contented and also emboldened by the way she rests her head in his hands, he finally begins to carefully work on undoing her braid. It feels like a shame to undo such a pretty style, but he would see her with her hair moving freely and not held back by anything.
As he works, he feels the way her hand rests upon his thigh, and when she moves it to the inner side, a shiver creeps up his spine and a quiet sigh escapes him before he can hold it back. Of course he knew he could not hide what weighs him down from her, but when he speaks again, there is no sign of it in his voice. ]
Then of course, I shall continue. [ And before too long, the braid is loosened and he lightly rubs his fingers against the surface of her head, hoping that the motion and the feeling both is comforting. If she gives any sign of discomfort or displeasure, he will stop, of course. But his only aim is to please her and to give her even half of the comfort that she has gifted him with. ]
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Well, I would certainly hope so, as there are very few names that spring to mind that deserve a rest and a reprive as much as you. And that applies to your sister as well, naturally. [ Again, he believes that whatever burdens he carries pale considerably in comparison to the ones that rest upon the shoulders of the Warriors of Light. And with that in mind, he yet again pushes aside the weight that is still threatening to pull him down. ]
Ah, yes. The list. [ He did create such a list, although he supposes she hoped for a far longer one, but at least he managed to put a few locations upon it. ] I suppose it is still somewhat of a work in progress, but it is a start.
[ Lest he allow his inner struggles to take control and bring the mood down once again, he forces his churning emotions away from him so that he might appear relaxed and happy... for her benefit, yes, but also for his own. ]
Ah... Well. [ He knows that he is too prone to working harder than he should, and yet he finds it a difficult habit to break. There will certainly be many more times that he does just that. ] I would not ask either of you to trouble yourself on my account.
[ Feeling contented and also emboldened by the way she rests her head in his hands, he finally begins to carefully work on undoing her braid. It feels like a shame to undo such a pretty style, but he would see her with her hair moving freely and not held back by anything.
As he works, he feels the way her hand rests upon his thigh, and when she moves it to the inner side, a shiver creeps up his spine and a quiet sigh escapes him before he can hold it back. Of course he knew he could not hide what weighs him down from her, but when he speaks again, there is no sign of it in his voice. ]
Then of course, I shall continue. [ And before too long, the braid is loosened and he lightly rubs his fingers against the surface of her head, hoping that the motion and the feeling both is comforting. If she gives any sign of discomfort or displeasure, he will stop, of course. But his only aim is to please her and to give her even half of the comfort that she has gifted him with. ]