shepherdtostars: ѕнєρнєя∂тσѕтαяѕ〘 ∂иѕ. 〙 (shadow 🌸 23.)
𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. ([personal profile] shepherdtostars) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2022-03-15 12:15 am (UTC)

[ Alkaid pauses once Aymeric's hands touch her own. Her mint green eyes raise to meet his, a look of relief crossing her expression. If he is with them, then wherever they are must be secure at least. She would love nothing more than to curl into his arms and sleep. However, her sister is somewhere near and in pain. Even if she can do little to cure that pain at the moment? She knows she must at least be there for K'thisru to reach out to. She has always been the one to care for her sister.

She squeezes his hands as firmly as she can before turning her gaze towards where she heard her sister. ]


I need to see her.

[ Alkaid expects he will protest and disagree with her request. Her hands remain in his, refusing to let go despite what she has asked of him. She needs both Aymeric and K'thisru to ground her at this moment while she attempts to gather pieces together. Her head feels as if it throbs in pain, and her side causes her to curl her shoulders. The scar hasn't reopened, so why does it hurt so much...

Her head dips forward to rest against his chest. It occurs to her that he is wearing his traditional armor. Eyebrows knit together as she raises her hand from his to the sash that's always draped across the front. Fingers gently brush along it before she tilts her h3ad up to look at him. Her chin rests on the mental of the armor as she looks to meet his eyes again. ]


... Are we still on the front lines? You're in your armor still...

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