Perhaps I shall surprise you one day and simply sweep you off your feet. If that is to your liking, of course.
[ Because he is resolved to never do anything that would make her uncomfortable or unhappy. Never mind that he still feels he has caused her some moments of upset before, even if she would insist that it is not his doing nor his fault. ]
Truthfully, you would look ravishing in most anything, but I believe this particular one suits you.
[ He points to a shirt hanging in the wardrobe, and he smiles when she accepts it and slides it on.
The very moment that she begins weaving her fingers into his hair is the same moment that he finds himself truly beginning to relax. Oh, he might have a long way to go before he is truly and entirely content, but she is already helping ease some of the weight that has been resting on him since her departure.
As for her use of pet names, he does enjoy it when she uses them, and so he will never begrudge her their use. In his mind, the names that they use for each other are private, something shared between them that no one else knows, and so they are even more special to him.
A sound that is equal parts a sigh and a moan in response to the way her fingers rub against the healed scar on his side escapes him, and he moves involuntarily to further nestle his head in her lap. The old wound had been aching for some time, but he did his best to ignore it and carry on with his business and his day to day affairs.
Even now, he tries to focus more on responding to her than allowing himself to be lost in the feeling of her ministrations. ]
I would only entertain such a notion in the interest of you having the rest that you need as well. I will not pretend that sleep has not been a fickle companion to me of late, but I still worry about your needs and your rest.
[ He moves involuntarily once again, legs moving slightly to curl a little at the knees: an unconscious gesture mirroring one he did so long ago now on a rain-soaked street.
The wound aches, yes, but it is nothing compared to the ache in his heart that settled there after she left and has yet to fade with her return. He hears her question and his answer springs to his lips immediately, but at the very last minute, he bites his lip in an uncharacteristic display of hesitation.
Oh, how he would love to say that yes, he wishes for her to retire and to take up her place as his wife, his dearest, and the lady of his house.
But in spite of her words telling him to answer truthfully, to speak the true desires of his heart and not what he thinks she wants to hear or what would be best for the people in their lives... No small amount of guilt causes his heart to clench inside him and he finds himself once again wrestling with the push and pull of duty and heart. ]
Lantaa, I- I... [ I wish for you to retire and remain here in Ishgard with me. ]
Would you truly retire?
[ And if you did, would you come to resent me for asking you to? ]
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[ Because he is resolved to never do anything that would make her uncomfortable or unhappy. Never mind that he still feels he has caused her some moments of upset before, even if she would insist that it is not his doing nor his fault. ]
Truthfully, you would look ravishing in most anything, but I believe this particular one suits you.
[ He points to a shirt hanging in the wardrobe, and he smiles when she accepts it and slides it on.
The very moment that she begins weaving her fingers into his hair is the same moment that he finds himself truly beginning to relax. Oh, he might have a long way to go before he is truly and entirely content, but she is already helping ease some of the weight that has been resting on him since her departure.
As for her use of pet names, he does enjoy it when she uses them, and so he will never begrudge her their use. In his mind, the names that they use for each other are private, something shared between them that no one else knows, and so they are even more special to him.
A sound that is equal parts a sigh and a moan in response to the way her fingers rub against the healed scar on his side escapes him, and he moves involuntarily to further nestle his head in her lap. The old wound had been aching for some time, but he did his best to ignore it and carry on with his business and his day to day affairs.
Even now, he tries to focus more on responding to her than allowing himself to be lost in the feeling of her ministrations. ]
I would only entertain such a notion in the interest of you having the rest that you need as well. I will not pretend that sleep has not been a fickle companion to me of late, but I still worry about your needs and your rest.
[ He moves involuntarily once again, legs moving slightly to curl a little at the knees: an unconscious gesture mirroring one he did so long ago now on a rain-soaked street.
The wound aches, yes, but it is nothing compared to the ache in his heart that settled there after she left and has yet to fade with her return. He hears her question and his answer springs to his lips immediately, but at the very last minute, he bites his lip in an uncharacteristic display of hesitation.
Oh, how he would love to say that yes, he wishes for her to retire and to take up her place as his wife, his dearest, and the lady of his house.
But in spite of her words telling him to answer truthfully, to speak the true desires of his heart and not what he thinks she wants to hear or what would be best for the people in their lives... No small amount of guilt causes his heart to clench inside him and he finds himself once again wrestling with the push and pull of duty and heart. ]
Lantaa, I- I... [ I wish for you to retire and remain here in Ishgard with me. ]
Would you truly retire?
[ And if you did, would you come to resent me for asking you to? ]