[ The reality of their situations would tell her that there is always the possibility that they may lose the other. A war continues on, even if it is far from Ishgard. Political struggles surface at home as Ishgard herself continues to debate the way forward. Yet, even then, every part of her being fights against the idea. A feeling from deep inside her soul screams at the very concept.
They have finally found one another. They cannot be separated now--not now.
As always when he speaks, her attention it entirely devoted to him. The tips of her ears twitch. It fades away in time. The wound will always be there to ache, but, perhaps one day it will not hurt. Perhaps one day she will be able to see her hair and her changed eye and not tumble down into the haunting memories. Maybe one day she will even see herself again....
That day cannot be far away. It must not be. Far too many depend on the Warriors of Light, and now the Warriors of Darkness. There must be a way to overcome all of this quickly--to heal faster; to be "better" quicker. For all their sakes...
Friends and family. The people she loves more than anything else. K'thisru is so far away now. No, she is living a life separate from Alkaid, and with someone who has loved her for hundreds of years. She has those of another world to care for and look after now. In a blink of an eye, K'thisru has grown up in so many ways. Alkaid spent many nights wondering if her sister had finally grown past needing her to look after her. Wanted, most certainly, but not needed. A part of her is so proud of it, while another cannot help the feeling of being left behind.
Would Aymeric move forward without her as well?
A spike of panic grips her heart then. Her hands curl into the ends of his hair as they normally might. She moves with his direction, as always, but the sense of desperation leaks into her kiss. She cannot lose him now, and if she must heal faster to be the woman he knows, then she will find a way to make it happen. She'll do whatever he asks of her and more to keep him. If she loses both of them...
As quick as the panic came, it is cut down by a sense of sensibility. Why would he leave after everything thus far? How is her sister living a life of her own leaving her? Nothing has bared her away from them. Why should she even think of such things? ]
I'm sorry... [ she speaks it against his lips and she presses her forehead to his. She knows that she is hardly grounded and is seemingly leaping from one emotion to another. It is a state unfair to saddle him with. Alkaid keeps her eyes closed tightly, nudging his nose with hers as she might always. ] I'm sorry, I...
[ A knock is at the door and another layer of reality seems to crash down on her. Alkaid stares at the bed beneath them, shoulders curled and her tail bristled at the sound. What is she even doing? Now is not the time to ask for intimacy or even peruse it. The steward saw to dinner and she's yet to apologize to them.
Alkaid closes her eyes and lowers her head to sit properly beside him again. She knows why she is so driven to seek his comfort: a sense of normalcy. Something that only they do for one another that is untouched by everything on the First. How could she even ask him for it after running away from their home? His family? Her hands rest in her lap, fingers twisting one another, ears pressing to the side of her head. How unbecoming she must seem... ]
I'm sorry... I shouldn't... I don't mean to be this way... I...
[ And now she plays a broken record, unable to truly express everything she wishes to. ]
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They have finally found one another. They cannot be separated now--not now.
As always when he speaks, her attention it entirely devoted to him. The tips of her ears twitch. It fades away in time. The wound will always be there to ache, but, perhaps one day it will not hurt. Perhaps one day she will be able to see her hair and her changed eye and not tumble down into the haunting memories. Maybe one day she will even see herself again....
That day cannot be far away. It must not be. Far too many depend on the Warriors of Light, and now the Warriors of Darkness. There must be a way to overcome all of this quickly--to heal faster; to be "better" quicker. For all their sakes...
Friends and family. The people she loves more than anything else. K'thisru is so far away now. No, she is living a life separate from Alkaid, and with someone who has loved her for hundreds of years. She has those of another world to care for and look after now. In a blink of an eye, K'thisru has grown up in so many ways. Alkaid spent many nights wondering if her sister had finally grown past needing her to look after her. Wanted, most certainly, but not needed. A part of her is so proud of it, while another cannot help the feeling of being left behind.
Would Aymeric move forward without her as well?
A spike of panic grips her heart then. Her hands curl into the ends of his hair as they normally might. She moves with his direction, as always, but the sense of desperation leaks into her kiss. She cannot lose him now, and if she must heal faster to be the woman he knows, then she will find a way to make it happen. She'll do whatever he asks of her and more to keep him. If she loses both of them...
As quick as the panic came, it is cut down by a sense of sensibility. Why would he leave after everything thus far? How is her sister living a life of her own leaving her? Nothing has bared her away from them. Why should she even think of such things? ]
I'm sorry... [ she speaks it against his lips and she presses her forehead to his. She knows that she is hardly grounded and is seemingly leaping from one emotion to another. It is a state unfair to saddle him with. Alkaid keeps her eyes closed tightly, nudging his nose with hers as she might always. ] I'm sorry, I...
[ A knock is at the door and another layer of reality seems to crash down on her. Alkaid stares at the bed beneath them, shoulders curled and her tail bristled at the sound. What is she even doing? Now is not the time to ask for intimacy or even peruse it. The steward saw to dinner and she's yet to apologize to them.
Alkaid closes her eyes and lowers her head to sit properly beside him again. She knows why she is so driven to seek his comfort: a sense of normalcy. Something that only they do for one another that is untouched by everything on the First. How could she even ask him for it after running away from their home? His family? Her hands rest in her lap, fingers twisting one another, ears pressing to the side of her head. How unbecoming she must seem... ]
I'm sorry... I shouldn't... I don't mean to be this way... I...
[ And now she plays a broken record, unable to truly express everything she wishes to. ]