[ If she knew how his mind chastised him, his tormented thoughts, Alkaid would insist that he need not be in either state of mind. Both of them feel the pang of longing and loneliness when she is away. He feels as if a part of her leaves and she feels as if a part of her remains. Yet, it seems those displaced parts have yet to be a comfort to one another. Perhaps that is something they yet need to discover, or, simply a part that may never truly come to a conclusion.
A smile remains on her face even if it merely is one of content. The sound of his voice makes her heart flutter in ways she thought might simply ease one day. A certain thrill still finds its way up her spine whenever she hears his voice for the first time in so long. If he did not have dinner within his hands, she would forgo her ideas entirely and simply kiss him. However, she knows he has not thought to take care of himself much, and thus is determined to at least see him to a proper meal before the rest of the night. ]
That is a story better left for the morning, my love. [ She nudges his cheek once more. ] This time is for the two of us. Any questions you may have for our trip to the First can wait.
[ She is certain he would rather use their time tonight to spend between the pair of them. What does she desire? Certainly speaking with him, touching him, and finding their way to being whole once more. All of those things can wait until after dinner and their separate baths. ]
Have dinner with me and keep my company for the rest of the night. [ One final affectionate nudge is given before she reaches for her own bowl and settles in to eat beside him. There are no expectations for him to comment on dinner--simply eating will be enough for her. Her tail returns swaying at her side and her head tilts to him. ] We will see where the night carries us afterwards.
[ A spoonful is taken from the bowl and eaten. The warmth of it runs through her entire person. Gods, she has missed Ishgard so. The weather, the people, the food, her beloved knight. She inquires once more into the state of affairs that she has missed over the course of their meal. How fairs the Fortemps, the restoration efforts, their relationship with the Dravanians. Should she intervene on anything after time has been well spent with him? Is there anything that might require her attention as the Warrior of Light? Or, will she be allowed to simply be herself for the time she is determined to spend in Ishgard?
Wine is served as well and Alkaid graciously thanks the steward. Not just for his service and care for Aymeric in her absence, but for aiding her in setting the whole affair together. While she may have not seen the reaction she expected? A truer reaction to Aymeric's state of being is far more important to her. Now, she has an idea of what comfort he might need. The bows are taken away as they are finished, and Alkaid decides that perhaps desert is best left for the morrow. Simply because it is clear Aymeric is in need of her presence alone.
She moves to stand in front of him, hands resting on his shoulders before moving to encircle behind his neck. She tilts her head and lets her ears twitch. ]
Shall we take our baths and reconvene in our room?
mehebeh a time skip involved >>
A smile remains on her face even if it merely is one of content. The sound of his voice makes her heart flutter in ways she thought might simply ease one day. A certain thrill still finds its way up her spine whenever she hears his voice for the first time in so long. If he did not have dinner within his hands, she would forgo her ideas entirely and simply kiss him. However, she knows he has not thought to take care of himself much, and thus is determined to at least see him to a proper meal before the rest of the night. ]
That is a story better left for the morning, my love. [ She nudges his cheek once more. ] This time is for the two of us. Any questions you may have for our trip to the First can wait.
[ She is certain he would rather use their time tonight to spend between the pair of them. What does she desire? Certainly speaking with him, touching him, and finding their way to being whole once more. All of those things can wait until after dinner and their separate baths. ]
Have dinner with me and keep my company for the rest of the night. [ One final affectionate nudge is given before she reaches for her own bowl and settles in to eat beside him. There are no expectations for him to comment on dinner--simply eating will be enough for her. Her tail returns swaying at her side and her head tilts to him. ] We will see where the night carries us afterwards.
[ A spoonful is taken from the bowl and eaten. The warmth of it runs through her entire person. Gods, she has missed Ishgard so. The weather, the people, the food, her beloved knight. She inquires once more into the state of affairs that she has missed over the course of their meal. How fairs the Fortemps, the restoration efforts, their relationship with the Dravanians. Should she intervene on anything after time has been well spent with him? Is there anything that might require her attention as the Warrior of Light? Or, will she be allowed to simply be herself for the time she is determined to spend in Ishgard?
Wine is served as well and Alkaid graciously thanks the steward. Not just for his service and care for Aymeric in her absence, but for aiding her in setting the whole affair together. While she may have not seen the reaction she expected? A truer reaction to Aymeric's state of being is far more important to her. Now, she has an idea of what comfort he might need. The bows are taken away as they are finished, and Alkaid decides that perhaps desert is best left for the morrow. Simply because it is clear Aymeric is in need of her presence alone.
She moves to stand in front of him, hands resting on his shoulders before moving to encircle behind his neck. She tilts her head and lets her ears twitch. ]
Shall we take our baths and reconvene in our room?