[ The playful smile on her face fades into a gentle one. Given his words and the expression on his face? Now is not the time for playful or flirtatious remarks. She understands the longing in his gaze, for she feels it as well. ]
Then, I'll take you away: wherever you wish to go. [ Her fingers still in his hair for just a moment.] We will go to Costa de Sol once the restoration of the residential ward is done. Then, I'm taking you away on our honeymoon... and I still must take you to Zenith to see the plaza the Moogles restored. Wherever else you may wish to go, Aymeric, I will take you there.
[ Her fingers then move to the base of his ear and gently trace the outline of it. She knows that it is a sensitive spot for him that could rouse certain emotions, but, hopefully it will be a feeling of content that comes to him now. She traces the point of his ear before moving back down. Then, she repeats the motion.
The silence that had fallen over the Manor is not hard to see or feel. It is a stillness, almost a place of reverence. Allaid can feel how the home wishes to burst with life and love once more, and she wishes to fulfill those dreams. She wishes to fill the house with children and make it a place that surely Lord and Lady Borel would love to see. They have not spoken of it much, but, she imagines he surely wishes to have heirs. While the politics of being a noble house have never seemed to weigh on him? Alkaid cannot imagine that the thought hasn't crossed his kind before.
Her gaze drifts to the side as his mind wanders to memories of painful times. She can vividly recall the news Krile gave after she inspected each Scion upon return from the First. While she and K'thisru were healed of the damage the Light did? Trauma from battles and injuries has made it more difficult for her to bare children. The words cut straight into her, and she still feels the hurt from it. While Aymeric has never once looked down at her for it? She cannot help but feel as if she has failed a duty as his wife, lady of his house, and her own place that would be presumed as a member of a tribe.
Alkaid's eyes move back to his the moment he speaks. A gentle nod is given as his hand curls on hers. The same hand once more turns back to rubbing the scar, encouraging his aether to flow. In her mind she sees the knotted aether and envisions it loosening, her fingers gently moving into the knot and unweaving it. The release is certain to ache, and thus she places the hand at his ear on his forehead to help steady him. ]
I promised to be your wife. My place is here at your side. [ Her fingers return to brushing his hair as she watches for his reactions. ] And I love you... if only I had the proper words to describe it, so you might feel how deeply I feel it...
[ The statement echoes a time in Monument Tower as the snow storm continued outside.
The words catch in her throat for a moment, but she presses forward. ]
Aymeric, do you want... rather, how many children would you like to have...?
[ Her voice falls into the range it does as she worries that a negative responsemay come. Her ears fold to her head, and her tail curls up against her leg. Had one hand not been brushing along his ear once more and the other gently easing the soreness at his side? She would have begun twisting her fingers in her usual nervous habit. ]
I will do whatever I must to give you children... a-and should I fail and be unable to... [ She almost flinches at her own words, as if they've struck her in some manner. ] How many would you wish to take in? It seems far from uncommon for even High Houses to take in orphans...
[ Her voice trails off as the edge of her tail bristles. Adoption is something that she would wish to see to; Khole's home could certainly use the aid. Yet, she cannot stop feeling the clawing feeling of failure inside her own chest at the idea of being unable to give him a child of his own blood. Not simply as a lady of a noble house, but as the place in her tribe would designate if she returned to it. She wonders if his mother--Lady Borel--felt the same way. The head maid had never gone into details of the affair, but adoption seemed to be the only way the Borels would have an heir.
Tears gather in her eyes and she bites her lip to keep the emotions from bursting out of her. Now is not the time. ]
I wish to be your wife, the lady of your house... and mother to any children you'd have... i-if it is what you wish... a-and if that would truly make you happy.
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Then, I'll take you away: wherever you wish to go. [ Her fingers still in his hair for just a moment.] We will go to Costa de Sol once the restoration of the residential ward is done. Then, I'm taking you away on our honeymoon... and I still must take you to Zenith to see the plaza the Moogles restored. Wherever else you may wish to go, Aymeric, I will take you there.
[ Her fingers then move to the base of his ear and gently trace the outline of it. She knows that it is a sensitive spot for him that could rouse certain emotions, but, hopefully it will be a feeling of content that comes to him now. She traces the point of his ear before moving back down. Then, she repeats the motion.
The silence that had fallen over the Manor is not hard to see or feel. It is a stillness, almost a place of reverence. Allaid can feel how the home wishes to burst with life and love once more, and she wishes to fulfill those dreams. She wishes to fill the house with children and make it a place that surely Lord and Lady Borel would love to see. They have not spoken of it much, but, she imagines he surely wishes to have heirs. While the politics of being a noble house have never seemed to weigh on him? Alkaid cannot imagine that the thought hasn't crossed his kind before.
Her gaze drifts to the side as his mind wanders to memories of painful times. She can vividly recall the news Krile gave after she inspected each Scion upon return from the First. While she and K'thisru were healed of the damage the Light did? Trauma from battles and injuries has made it more difficult for her to bare children. The words cut straight into her, and she still feels the hurt from it. While Aymeric has never once looked down at her for it? She cannot help but feel as if she has failed a duty as his wife, lady of his house, and her own place that would be presumed as a member of a tribe.
Alkaid's eyes move back to his the moment he speaks. A gentle nod is given as his hand curls on hers. The same hand once more turns back to rubbing the scar, encouraging his aether to flow. In her mind she sees the knotted aether and envisions it loosening, her fingers gently moving into the knot and unweaving it. The release is certain to ache, and thus she places the hand at his ear on his forehead to help steady him. ]
I promised to be your wife. My place is here at your side. [ Her fingers return to brushing his hair as she watches for his reactions. ] And I love you... if only I had the proper words to describe it, so you might feel how deeply I feel it...
[ The statement echoes a time in Monument Tower as the snow storm continued outside.
The words catch in her throat for a moment, but she presses forward. ]
Aymeric, do you want... rather, how many children would you like to have...?
[ Her voice falls into the range it does as she worries that a negative responsemay come. Her ears fold to her head, and her tail curls up against her leg. Had one hand not been brushing along his ear once more and the other gently easing the soreness at his side? She would have begun twisting her fingers in her usual nervous habit. ]
I will do whatever I must to give you children... a-and should I fail and be unable to... [ She almost flinches at her own words, as if they've struck her in some manner. ] How many would you wish to take in? It seems far from uncommon for even High Houses to take in orphans...
[ Her voice trails off as the edge of her tail bristles. Adoption is something that she would wish to see to; Khole's home could certainly use the aid. Yet, she cannot stop feeling the clawing feeling of failure inside her own chest at the idea of being unable to give him a child of his own blood. Not simply as a lady of a noble house, but as the place in her tribe would designate if she returned to it. She wonders if his mother--Lady Borel--felt the same way. The head maid had never gone into details of the affair, but adoption seemed to be the only way the Borels would have an heir.
Tears gather in her eyes and she bites her lip to keep the emotions from bursting out of her. Now is not the time. ]
I wish to be your wife, the lady of your house... and mother to any children you'd have... i-if it is what you wish... a-and if that would truly make you happy.