shepherdtostars: ѕнєρнєя∂тσѕтαяѕ〘 ∂иѕ. 〙 (shadow 🌸 14.)
𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. ([personal profile] shepherdtostars) wrote in [community profile] synthneon 2022-05-11 10:08 am (UTC)

i need to make her ew ones...

[ Her fingers move to be at the ends of his hair, gently stroking the back of his neck where the tension lines form. Her gaze softens in wait of his answer. If she were given audience to his thoughts, oh, how she would disagree. Any strength that she has to continue forward she has most certainly learned from him. Despite all that he had faced, and the seemingly impossible task that was ending the Dragonsong War? He pushed forward and he prevailed. He moved forward even after his own attacked him, even when his best friend had been taken by his enemy.

How could she not apply the lessons learned from him? How could she not push forward with her sister at her side in order to return home to him? She had once told him in the colder rooms of Monument Tower how their ancient souls were shattered to pieces and how it felt as if she had spent so very long looking for him. If that is all to be true? Then, she had to push through every trial to come home to him and to be with him once more. Ishgard may very well be his foundation, but he is her foundation. The rock that she has anchored herself by. If not for their promise to be together? She very much doubts she would have been able to push through all Emet-Selch had done to them.

Her eyes widen slightly at his suggestion. She feels her heart race and the beating in her ears again. It was something he had wished to wait until marriage for. Truly, would he wish it? He had also wanted to bridge the final step in them being separate all that time ago in Gyr Abania as well, despite the original intentions of saving such an experience for marriage. An act she is keen to repeat whenever they might find themselves alone with none others around, for being intimate with him as a wife and husband ought to be will always be what she wishes to experience with him. ]


... are you certain? [ Her tone is as it had been in Gyr Abania, clearly desiring it, yet wishing to make certain it is what he wishes. Him coming to regret any time spent with her is something she fears greatly.

Alkaid tilts her head to press her nose to the side of his, trying to calm her racing heart. Her tail sways side to side quickly, expressing the desire she does not say out loud. She briefly brushes her lips to his and instantly feels the pang of regret in not kissing him entirely. That can be saved for when they bathe with one another. ]
Then, it will be done.

[ Her hands slip from his hair down to his hands. With one single fluid motion she pulls him to stand with her. The smile returns to her face as she leads him from his study to their room. As it is the master room of the home, it shares an attached bath, and she cannot help the butterflies that are in her stomach. Part of her can hardly believe it is happening, while the other part attempts to remind her that there had already been a time in which she did share an occasion to him.

Alkaid finds herself thanking Halone, Menphina, Hydaelyn, whoever might listen that Aymeric does not remember that event to any great detail. The memories are painful enough for her, and she would not have him remembering it as well. It was something meant to be shared between them, something intimate and private, and yet it was stolen by the resummoned King Thordan. The anger and pain of that moment being taken from them helped to fuel her in her fight against him and she may never admit that to Aymeric. So many precious things she wished to give him that the primal had stolen...

She stops outside the door to the bath and turns to look at him. Her eyebrows are drawn together and the familiar look of hurt is in her eyes. Not a hurt that he has inflicted or suggested to her, but one of wounds that run deeper than she wishes to share. The door opens by her other hand and she tugs him inside the room.

Alkaid finds she has no words to say at the moment. Instead, she raises their joined hands in order to rest his against her cheek. She gently brushes her cheek against his palm, eyes closing as the emotions build inside her. Excitement, nervousness, longing, love, and the residual pain taken by his time being tempered. ]


I love you, Aymeric. I'd have you know that above all else. [ Her eyes close as she wills her tears down and presses her cheek further into his hand. ] Let me help you remove your armor first.

[ No doubt he will understand her unsaid meaning. ]

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