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synthneon2022-03-09 10:17 pm
crystallinedreams) wrote in synthneon2022-03-09 10:17 pm
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FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in ice
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If only she felt as if she could truly express it. ]
N-no, Aymeric, please. The manor is fine. [ She shakes her head, ponytail bouncing side-to-side with the free strands brushing along her cheeks. ] I ... I don't think Thisru has ever thought to settle down anywhere. If anything? She needs a place to stay and call home. O-one that is offered to her, on the other hand...
[ Her ears raise slightly at what he says next. Alkaid stands in place, feeling the importance of each word wash over her. Her hands shake lightly underneath the fabric of her robes that she holds in front of her. After a long moment, Alkaid drops the robes to the floor and takes a timid half-step towards him. Her eyes move to her belts and boots. ]
I'm... I'm truly not all everyone thinks me to be. I'm... [ broken, terrified, hurt, and lost. ] I...
[ A moment passes before her shaking hands reach for his once more. Her fingers brush along his before she guides them to rest against the places he will need to be to undo the belts. Her hand stay atop his as she desperately tries to muster a lighter comment, a tease, a flirt. Something that seems more like the woman he knows. Instead, all that comes to mind is the fear that she might never be the person he can so clearly see. ]
I only want to be your lady. E-even if I'm... even if I... I can't be the woman you fell in love with.
[ She flinches then, as if finally saying the words out loud struck her in some manner. A few more tears stream down her face before she utters yet another apology. Aymeric has insisted otherwise, but she cannot shake the fear that he might ask her to leave if she cannot recover. The fear, deep down, that Emet-Selch managed to take away their relationship by breaking her. ]
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My only desire, Lantaa, is to ensure your happiness and well-being, and that extends to your sister as well. If a life in Ishgard is not what you desire, I would not force it upon you. Instead, I will move mountains if I must to ensure that the pair of you have a home that suits you and is in line with your desires.
[ He can at least do that much, even if he finds himself at a loss for how best to help her with her thornier issues, the ones that will not be uprooted so easily. ]
You are yourself and that is all I could ever hope for and dream of. But if you will allow me to assist you, I would want for nothing else. You have been through a great many trials and I can see the effect they have had on you. What might I do to ease your hurts?
[ Affirmation of his love and desire to be married to her, of course. And so he reiterates that very thing: ] No matter what happens, and no matter how many trials you must go through, you are my lady and the one I wish to live out the rest of my days with. That has not, nor will it, changed.
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[ She is aware that the outburst is very unlike her, but something deep inside demands that she make him aware of this. Her hands suddenly clamp down around his where the belts begin, ears pressed to her head, and eyes narrowed. Despite all her efforts, her lower lip trembles. ]
I don't wish to be anywhere else--not if it means leaving you behind. Al they do is ask of Thisru and I, ask and ask, pushing us so far! They don't consider the strain or the pain we endure... except Thisru is the strong one. The one they should truly call the Warrior of Light. No matter what, she pushes on, and carries on, while. I... I'm the one who broke... and they don't think a thing of it...
[ Her gaze falls to the floor in between them, a frown settled deep on her face. What might he do to ease her hurts? He does enough--more than enough--already to do that. Yet, there is one thing that she wishes to ask of him. One thing that is so incredibly unrealistic and they both are very much aware of it. Her forehead rests to his and her eyes close. Even knowing it, she cannot help the words coming out: ]
...don't let them take me away again.
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Long as he thought that too much has been asked and required of them, and he has seen the proof of the wounds they have taken. The longer she speaks, he finds himself shaking his head with each word. ]
YYou are strong. You and your sister both are the strongest individuals that I know. After all, you carry so much... so much that we have unfairly placed upon you, and still you keep pressing forward. Yes, you press forward as well, Lantaa. You are every bit the Warrior of Light, and you are-
[ His voice falters as his emotions begin to spiral slightly out of his control, threatening to shatter the impassive expression he customarily wears. ]
I will not, no matter what reprisals may come my way. [ Their hands are already tightly clasped, but he curls his fingers further around hers as if to emphasize that he will not be letting her go, nor will he allow anyone to take her from him. ]
If I must speak to the Scions on your behalf and inform them that you will be staying, then I will.
/wraps this one up too
Her eyebrows draw together at the rare show of the emotions beneath the stoic mantle he wears. Alkaid curls against him, tucking herself against his chest and in his hold as if to apologize for her display. She nods to his declarations and shuts her eyes, hiding her face in his chest. She trust and believes in what he says; that he will not let any take her away from him in this moment. ]