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Aymeric de Borel ([personal profile] thewayforpeace) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2022-06-17 06:30 am (UTC)

[ Content for the moment that she likes the notion of him sweeping her off her feet and that she says to not worry about her for the present, he decides to leave those topics alone, at least for now.

It feels rather selfish on his part, but there certainly is a part of him that has longed for her ministrations and the skill with which she performs them. Discomfort has been his constant companion to varying degrees while she was away, and to have even a temporary reprieve is a more than welcome thought.

And once again, he is thankful that none who look to him to lead and make careful decisions are here to witness this. He still believes his posture in moments like these to be less than becoming and certainly unfit for the Lord Speaker. But he does not have to be in the public eye every minute of every day, and he knows full well that Alkaid wishes to be with him as him, without the mask and mantle he wears as is fitting for his position.

His voice remains lowered as she continues to tend to his side and begins to attempt to stir his aether into movement. The last time that she did this, he reacted very strongly to it, and a part of him recoils from the idea of that happening again. And yet it was a very involuntary reaction, and so he has to admit that it could very well occur once more. ]


All that I could ever ask for is your presence here in our home. I do not wish to pull you away from your responsibilities, especially if you are needed, but I-

[ A wave of emotion rises then and chokes out the rest of what he was going to say. In a way, he supposes that it is just as well that he did not finish that sentence, because she knows just how much he misses her when she is gone. He does not need to state it again, lest she think he has nothing else to say.

Instead, he opens his mouth to make some other comment, perhaps about the subject of their history and their previous lives, but once again, he finds himself interrupted, unwillingly so. The muscles in the area that she is tending contract without warning as her work to cause his aether to move begins to take effect. The knots are beginning to ease, but they will not loosen so quickly.

Aymeric's eyes slide closed for a moment, not wishing to give away his discomfort or the sudden tension that has settled on his shoulders. A part of him thinks that this is a rather sad state of affairs, to have a wound that troubles him so much even now. Perhaps if he were a stronger man, he might tolerate the aches and discomfort better than he does. And perhaps Alkaid grows weary of having to unknot his tangled aether.

Both of those thoughts do little to ease his mind, and so he tries to push them aside so that he might let her do her work and then both of them can finally rest together. ]

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