[ The fear that has nestled inside her mind is the possibility of rejection. Scars from Nidhogg and Zenos are so very different than an aspect of her forever changing due to aetheric imbalances. Of course, Aymeric would hardly know of it, and her rational mind tells her again and again that he would not reject her because of a change in hair or anything else. Even when introduced as the Warriors of Light, Aymeric has only ever seen the sisters as who they are and able to perform amazing feats.
This would be no different.
And, yet... even then... what if he does not see the woman he wishes to be wed to when she lowers her hood? What if all he can see is how damaged she is, and decide she is no longer the person he knows? What if, once he knows all of it, he requests that she leave and do not return?
Alkaid bites her lip and suddenly clings to him, shaking once more in his arms as he calls out to the steward. Not that the conversation truly registers in her mind as the thoughts try to once again to drown out everything else. However, his voice once more gently pushes through all of what her mind conjures, and her eyes open once more.
Rest. How long has it been since she said she truly has rested?
It feels as if it has been a never ending sprint since the war broke out at Baelsar's Wall. One thing after another, after another, and they had to work so quickly to reverse what had been done to the First. The small moments she had with her sister and Ardbert were treasured because it felt like moments in which she could pause and be herself. Not just the Warrior of Darkness or of the Light... but her.
Her head lifts as she realizes that he has sat them on the bed. It takes a moment, but she slowly shifts so that she sits in his lap, arms around him, resting her head on his chest. The tail unseen sways gently side to side underneath the cloak, as some things she is never quite able to hide about herself. A low deep sigh of content manages to escape her and her eyes close once more. ]
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This would be no different.
And, yet... even then... what if he does not see the woman he wishes to be wed to when she lowers her hood? What if all he can see is how damaged she is, and decide she is no longer the person he knows? What if, once he knows all of it, he requests that she leave and do not return?
Alkaid bites her lip and suddenly clings to him, shaking once more in his arms as he calls out to the steward. Not that the conversation truly registers in her mind as the thoughts try to once again to drown out everything else. However, his voice once more gently pushes through all of what her mind conjures, and her eyes open once more.
Rest. How long has it been since she said she truly has rested?
It feels as if it has been a never ending sprint since the war broke out at Baelsar's Wall. One thing after another, after another, and they had to work so quickly to reverse what had been done to the First. The small moments she had with her sister and Ardbert were treasured because it felt like moments in which she could pause and be herself. Not just the Warrior of Darkness or of the Light... but her.
Her head lifts as she realizes that he has sat them on the bed. It takes a moment, but she slowly shifts so that she sits in his lap, arms around him, resting her head on his chest. The tail unseen sways gently side to side underneath the cloak, as some things she is never quite able to hide about herself. A low deep sigh of content manages to escape her and her eyes close once more. ]
... welcome home, Aymeric.