Have you? [ In part, he knows that she has, but he finds that some part of him, perhaps the weaker part, needs that reassurance once more. She has been steadfast and faithful in returning to him when she can, and so he has no doubts that she will continue to do so. But it is encouragement that he seeks in order to further bolster his belief in her.
The ordeal with King Thordan tested them both and Aymeric would be lying to himself if he said he had feared that they might not be able to weather that particular trial. But they are still together and seem to be holding onto each other even harder than before. ]
That is the only place I wish to be. [ With her, wherever they are: that is what feels like home to him. They could live in the smallest shack and it would still feel like a palace because she was there.
His aether still turns and twists, and on occasion, in spite of his efforts to keep a placid expression, discomfort still crosses his face for a few moments before fading again. When those moments come, he does his best to just wait for them to pass, focusing on her touch on his ear and his side, and the words that she speaks. ]
Yes, a small clan. [ He manages a smile of his own, realizing that such a notion makes him happy and hopeful for their future together. To fill up the halls and rooms of Borel Manor with children, light, and laughter is something he once considered a far off dream. ] That they are getting along in years is clear, but they have always enjoyed the company of children.
[ Not that they come to the manor often, but there are times when the steward and the maid venture out into the city streets for errands or occasions such as the Starlight Celebration, and he knows they happily mingle with them then.
A long sigh escapes him as he feels her lean in slightly, her hand curling at the site of the wound. The tension there has been stubborn and slow to release, despite Aymeric fervently wishing for that release. A few seconds pass and finally, everything that has been knotted up in the wound and around it loosens and untangles itself.
Another sigh, longer this time, leaves him, and for a moment, he just lies there with his head still pillowed in her lap, finally able to be at ease in the absence of the uncomfortable knot in his side. ]
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The ordeal with King Thordan tested them both and Aymeric would be lying to himself if he said he had feared that they might not be able to weather that particular trial. But they are still together and seem to be holding onto each other even harder than before. ]
That is the only place I wish to be. [ With her, wherever they are: that is what feels like home to him. They could live in the smallest shack and it would still feel like a palace because she was there.
His aether still turns and twists, and on occasion, in spite of his efforts to keep a placid expression, discomfort still crosses his face for a few moments before fading again. When those moments come, he does his best to just wait for them to pass, focusing on her touch on his ear and his side, and the words that she speaks. ]
Yes, a small clan. [ He manages a smile of his own, realizing that such a notion makes him happy and hopeful for their future together. To fill up the halls and rooms of Borel Manor with children, light, and laughter is something he once considered a far off dream. ] That they are getting along in years is clear, but they have always enjoyed the company of children.
[ Not that they come to the manor often, but there are times when the steward and the maid venture out into the city streets for errands or occasions such as the Starlight Celebration, and he knows they happily mingle with them then.
A long sigh escapes him as he feels her lean in slightly, her hand curling at the site of the wound. The tension there has been stubborn and slow to release, despite Aymeric fervently wishing for that release. A few seconds pass and finally, everything that has been knotted up in the wound and around it loosens and untangles itself.
Another sigh, longer this time, leaves him, and for a moment, he just lies there with his head still pillowed in her lap, finally able to be at ease in the absence of the uncomfortable knot in his side. ]