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song of hope

BOOK 3: TWO-TONED ECHOES

One brings shadow, one brings light
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in iceCODE BY TESSISAMESS

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There's no need to, although, I imagine you will find a way to regardless. You're very stubborn when your mind is set on something. [ A teasing smile is given to him.

Then, she glances down at her tail once he has reached for the desired items for a bath. He does not seem to mind where it sits, so she turns to look back at the water in front of her with a hint of blush rising to her cheeks. Perhaps she is overly aware or worried of their racial differences. Aymeric has never once seemed to think twice of it at all. Alkaid was never one to find herself a very insecure person, thus leaving her to wonder if it is insecurity or a fear of loss over any small detail.

Her ears perk at the touch of the cloth on her back. There's a certain spark of electricity that moves up her spine. Most certainly it is because of who it is touching her in such a way. Alkaid closes her eyes and focuses herself not to think much on his hands moving over the tightness in between her shoulders, up her neck, and down her back.

A hand raises to her chin in playful thought at his question. Have they truly never asked what food the other enjoys? She learned through asking the staff, but, had she never told Aymeric? Possibly not as life always seems so busy. The other hand rests on his knee still with the finger tips drawing random patterns on his skin. ]

Sweets. [ A very broad category. K'thisru and Alkaid have always had a weakness towards them. ] There is a Honey Muffin that they make in the South Shroud of Gridania that I had often in my studies as a conjurer. Bubble Chocolate that they use to make very rich tasting cakes. Hot Chocolate that they make here in Ishgard...

[ Alkaid tilts her head as she continues to think of the sweets she has had in various different places. ] Rolanberry Shaved Ice is one they serve in Limsa Lominsa despite the fact that Rolanberries come from Corethas. Oh! And, the Starlight Log that they make most in the Black Shroud for Starlight Festival. I had it every year when I was there... and it's paired perfectly with Eggnog here in Ishgard. And, even though it's not a sweet, Shepherd's Pie is always filling when K'thisru and I have to travel long distances. There's also an apple pie that can only be made on the First because of the fruits that grow there...

[ She comes to a stop then, realizing how long she has rambled on. Thank the Gods he cannot see the blush that has taken her cheeks. She tilts her head down, shoulders curling in embarrassment. There has been a reason why she had wished to share the food of different places when they do travel together finally. She would not call herself a culinarian by any standards, but, it helps one understand the cultures and way people live in those far away places. Which, of course, brings forward memories of how they should have been able to enjoy their first time together in a different city-state and the food there.

Alkaid pulls her hands back to twist her fingers as her cheeks run hotter but also a sense of sadness takes her eyes. She thanks the gods once again that Aymeric cannot see her face. ]

Despite all that... I still have yet to have the Crowned Pie that is so loved here in Ishgard. I always seem to miss festivities since the Dragonsong War ended...

[ If his attentions were not as thoroughly focused as they are upon washing her back, he would have placed a hand upon her tail as it rests upon his leg. But he is more than determined to care for her now and all his thoughts are directed there. Perhaps later he will give in to that strange fondness for petting her tail.

Eventually, he determines that he is satisfied with washing her back and begins preparing to tend to her hair. But all the while, he is listening to her talk, and when she announces that sweets are her favorite, a smile breaks out on his face. From time to time, the head maid tries tempting him with a sweet or a pastry, and now that he knows this about Alkaid, he makes a mental note to ask her if she wouldn't mind making some kind of treat for Alkaid. ]

Of course I am familiar with Ishgardian staples, but I must admit that I can hardly speak with any authority on most of the things you have named.

[ A part of him does feel some small amount of regret that he is not as well traveled as she is, and he certainly is not acquainted with the foods from other cities. Still, he wonders if he might find a way to obtain the recipes and see if he and the household staff might be able to recreate them there in their own kitchens. ]

As soon as I can, I will ask the head maid if she can prepare a crowned pie for you.

[ He realizes now that before he can begin tending to her hair, he needs to set it free from how she has it styled. His fingers have already begun reaching for her locks, but he hesitates at the last moment, feeling uncertain where to begin. ]

[ Alkaid tilts her head from side to side as she attempts to loosen her neck once he has finished with her back. Then, she tilts her head back far enough to look upwards to him. A wide smile is on her face with almost a childlike joy to her eyes. If she was not determined to catch him off guard again, she might even allow her tail to sway happily. ]

That is why I'll be taking you to any place you wish to go and try any food you wish to. [ The look in her eyes becomes gentle. She does her best not to think of what transpired in Limsa. While she does not try to hide anything from him--per his own request--she does not want his fragile mood to shift again. ] I have just the place I wish to take you on our honeymoon... but, you should be the one to pick which foods we eat while we're there.

[ She blushes again. ] You--they don't need to go to the trouble for it. I'm certain I could wait until the next holiday and make certain I am here for it...

[ And, Alkaid has already decided she is to make him a Starlight Log when the season comes around next. Though, she feels the ends of his fingers towards her hair and sits up straight for him and facing forward once more. She glances up at the ceiling with the smile becoming playful on her face. ]

Start where you wish. I'll be certain to be as still as possible.

[ Just the sight of her smiling helps ease some of the weight that has settled upon him. He is resolved to not pay it any mind, because at the moment, his priority is her, and he would not have himself be distracted, not even by the thornier parts of his own mind. It is not a forced joy nor a false one, but a response to seeing the woman he loves looking at him with such happiness that he cannot help but genuinely feel happy along with her. ]

Knowing that such things lie ahead for us both, I cannot help but look forward to them with the utmost excitement. To have the opportunity to share in a honeymoon with you and to see other cities outside of the borders I have known my whole life- it will be a wondrous thing indeed.

[ He knows he does not need to express the worry that some other occurrence will arise to forestall their wedding and their honeymoon; such is the way of the lives both of them lead. All he can do is hope that the opportunity finally presents itself and that they grasp it wholeheartedly when it does. ]

I am certain it will be no trouble. Ah, you may not know, but the head maid often prepares pastries and the like for me to try, and she is rather good at it. So I imagine when she learns that you wish to try crowned pie, she will be happy to make one for you.

[ Now that his attentions are turning towards her hair, he finds himself strangely hesitant. ]

I will do my best to not pull on your hair. [ And so, having said that, he sets to carefully working. ]

[ She tilts her head back into his hands. There is ever war with the Empire, and she has begun to think that perhaps they should not wait until the war comes to an end. Although, she doubts he would wish to escape away on a honeymoon if the Temple Knights are needed on the frontlines. The wedding can be a topic saved for the morrow as well. She intends for him to stay with her all of the day--a bit of a forced break from all the duties that she knows still weigh him down even now. ]

Traveling to places outside of the errand or duties of the Lord Speaker, or even Lord Commander. [ She lifts her hand and angles it backwards to gently tap his nose. The other experimentally moves from his knee to his thigh. ] I intend for there to be no business for either of us on our honeymoon. The world ought to save itself once and a while.

I never thought my lord was one for sweets. [ Her nose scrunches up with her cheeks puffing out for his amusement. ] I may have to keep this in mind...

[ Which, of course, would explain why the head maid was so willing to learn how to make the dango. It is most definitely better saved for the afternoon with some tea. Alkaid smirks at his hesitations and gently moves her head in a way to rest it differently in his hands. ]

I trust you implicitly with my hair. You're rather fond of playing with it after all.

[ The part of him that he thinks of as entirely too naive and hopeful still longs to see a day when there are no more wars and no more strife between people, beasts, and nations. It seems to him that that day is still very far off, and he is certain he will not see it in his lifetime. But to voice such a thought aloud would most certainly bring about upset, and so he keeps it to himself. ]

I cannot pretend that I am not excited by such prospects. [ His smile widens when she taps his nose and grows only wider as her other hand moves to his thigh. She could let her hands wander anywhere and everywhere upon his person and he would not pull away. ] That might prove to be somewhat of a tall order, and yet I hope that at least for that period of time, our friends and acquaintances can manage the world's needs. One would hope, at any rate. Never mind that such a hope is most likely a foolish one.

As for sweets, I never thought of it either, but with the various items the maid creates and presents to me, it is difficult to refuse.

[ At her words stating his fondness for playing with his hair, he startles just a bit, and this time, a blush of red forms not just on his neck but upon his cheeks as well. ]

Ah- Perhaps I am a bit too fond of it. [ His gaze travels down to where his hands are somewhat clumsily attempting to navigate the bun she has placed her hair in before he tends to the braid, and he pauses, once again hesitating. ]

Is this not to your liking?

[ The reality may not be a true peace in terms of no conflicts at all. They can eat least make things as peaceful as they can be. Such an outlook is understandable of one who has grown up in nothing but war and very little time to be free of it. Alkaid realizes shes has had a life of freedom and choice compared to Aymeric. If only she could give him such a life as his wife. ]

I would think that the strides in the Eorzean Alliance and Doma, that we could be afford some time for us. [ Her smile falls just a moment. The hope is indeed a tall order, but one she hopes for nonetheless. How can she not be owed some time for what she desires after all she and her sister have done? ] I asked you, so long ago now, to make a list of places you would wish to see. Did you ever make one?

[ As she intends fully to show him every place he would wish to see.

A gentle laugh comes from her at his statement. He may be fond of them, but he might find the sweet tooth that she and her sister share can be rather hard to quell at times. ] I will need to conspire with her then next time you see to work yourself so hard.

[ She glances back at his hands and smiles. Alkaid tilts her head back entirely into his hands, letting her braided hair dip into the water. Her gaze softens as a look of content comes to her face. Yes, she very much enjoys him playing with her hair. She would even ask him to do it more often if she felt it may be asking for too much attention.

Her hand stays on his thigh given the smile he gave her. She shifts so she can rest it on the inner part, but does not move it further. He may not wish to have such an intimate encounter tonight, given all that upsets him. He does not speak of it, but she knows there is much that is lurking beneath the surface. The expression he wore on his face when he saw her for the first time that night spoke more to her than he might think.

Now, if only she can have him give voice to it so that the weight will not press down on him further. ]

I am rather fond of it myself.

[ Her eyes drift closed as her head further leans into his hands to demonstrate her point. ]

[ It might seem strange that someone who so desperately longed for and fought for peace is also resigned to it never truly being obtained. There will always be wars and conflicts, and to hope for a time in which no one has to fight or die for any cause would be truly naive. Perhaps the kind of peace that Aymeric longs for is only a dream, something that will never truly be reached. After all, he can hardly imagine living in a world that is not touched in some way by war and strife. Although it is all he knows, his expression falls slightly at the thought of it. ]

Well, I would certainly hope so, as there are very few names that spring to mind that deserve a rest and a reprive as much as you. And that applies to your sister as well, naturally. [ Again, he believes that whatever burdens he carries pale considerably in comparison to the ones that rest upon the shoulders of the Warriors of Light. And with that in mind, he yet again pushes aside the weight that is still threatening to pull him down. ]

Ah, yes. The list. [ He did create such a list, although he supposes she hoped for a far longer one, but at least he managed to put a few locations upon it. ] I suppose it is still somewhat of a work in progress, but it is a start.

[ Lest he allow his inner struggles to take control and bring the mood down once again, he forces his churning emotions away from him so that he might appear relaxed and happy... for her benefit, yes, but also for his own. ]

Ah... Well. [ He knows that he is too prone to working harder than he should, and yet he finds it a difficult habit to break. There will certainly be many more times that he does just that. ] I would not ask either of you to trouble yourself on my account.

[ Feeling contented and also emboldened by the way she rests her head in his hands, he finally begins to carefully work on undoing her braid. It feels like a shame to undo such a pretty style, but he would see her with her hair moving freely and not held back by anything.

As he works, he feels the way her hand rests upon his thigh, and when she moves it to the inner side, a shiver creeps up his spine and a quiet sigh escapes him before he can hold it back. Of course he knew he could not hide what weighs him down from her, but when he speaks again, there is no sign of it in his voice. ]

Then of course, I shall continue. [ And before too long, the braid is loosened and he lightly rubs his fingers against the surface of her head, hoping that the motion and the feeling both is comforting. If she gives any sign of discomfort or displeasure, he will stop, of course. But his only aim is to please her and to give her even half of the comfort that she has gifted him with. ]

I will be certain to make others see that. Otherwise, we will never know a quiet moment on our honeymoon. [ The hand at his nose gently trails down his cheek once more before finally resting on his arm. ] A work in progress is far better than nothing, my love. Even if only one or two places exist on the list? I would see you see those two places.

[ For as optimistic as Aymeric is? He is a realist to some degree. Perhaps not the same as Estinien or even Lucia. There is just a touch of it to anchor him so he does not spin so far away as Ysayle once had. His dream will inspire others to reach for the same goal and make it as much of a reality as they can make it. ]

Tending to you is never a trouble or a bother, Aymeric.

[ Her smile remains gentle even at his reflexive sigh. There was not a worry she could not please him or bring him to a state of arousal. She is simply happy to see that his desire did not wash away the moment he entered the bath. If she will move further will depend on the way their conversation moves. She intends not to steer things in that direction unless it is made clear it is what he wishes.

That is, until she feels his fingers loosening her braid and moving across the top of her head. Her eyes flutter shut as a long pleased sigh comes from her. Her shoulders drop and her head moves entirely into his hands so he might direct it as needed. A shiver runs from the tip of her ears and down to her toes, causing the edge of her tail to flick. Without meaning to, Alkaid leans her whole body backwards to press her back to his chest. Normally, she might make a playful note or gesture to their now rather intimate positioning, but her eyes are still closed as she feels his hands through her hair. She shifts against his person without realization and a pleased sound escapes her. ]

Excellent. And if there is anything that I might do on my side of things, rest assured that I shall. [ He has, of course, heard reports of his fellow Ishgardians requesting assistance from the Warriors of Light, and while he will not begrudge them the opportunity to ask, at least while they are away on their honeymoon, he will ask for a pause in those requests. ] I must admit that the places that have made their way to that list are there because you have mentioned them, so I suppose in that way, they do not truly count. Kugane is one of them, and the other- well, it is difficult for me to imagine a place with near constant sun that is surrounded by beaches.

[ Ishgard has times where there is sunlight, but more often than note, as Alkaid well knows, the climate is cold and often snowy. ]

Oh, I imagine that it is at some times. Which is why I feel as though I must repay your kindness by caring for you whenever the chance presents itself.

[ And certainly, his desires have not been washed away by anything, least of all entering the bath. Truthfully, he would allow his passions to take him if not for the almost single-minded focus that he has on caring for her now.

The moment that she leans against him in full, his eyes widen with surprise but also pleasure at having her so close to him, and while one hand remains tending to her hair, the other circles around her waist and rests there lightly. ]

We may have quite the list of things piled up once we return... but, I cannot see why they would be unable to handle it in our absence. [ She pauses for a moment and smiles. Kugane is where she intends to take them on their honeymoon. Not that she will ruin the surprise at the moment. No, that is something she wishes to see unspoiled. ] Do you mean Costa del Sol? That should most definitely not wait until our honeymoon.

[ Then, her ears perk up as an idea strikes her. ] Oh! Once the restoration of the residential district is complete, we should take a vacation there. I am certain no one would begrudge the Lord Speaker leaving after such a feat is completed...

[ The tip of her tail flicks against his leg as if she has already made up her mind. Yes, they must go. It is in La Noscea, as Limsa Lominsa quite obviously is, without the emotional weight that pulls down in their minds. A climate that he is most certainly not familiar with or used to. He might finally unwind some and simply relax...

The thoughts continue in that manner even as her head tilts more into the hand that combs through her hair. They only stop the moment she feels his other arm encircle around her waist. Her body gives a pleased shudder even though she is able to keep the sound to herself this time. It is so very tempting to guide the hand at her waist to a more intimate area to touch... but, no, he wishes to tend to her. She will not derail the moment simply because she has missed him in all manners of ways.

Alkaid's eyes half open to look up at Aymeric. She smiles, ears drooping in a relaxed way, very clearly enjoying his hand in her hair. She presses backwards against him once more to encourage him to continue. Hopefully, if it does stir passions, it is not unwanted. Still, she is determined not to pull his attention away from what he wishes to do. ]

Well, then allow me to extend my offer of assistance to anything that you might require upon our return. Even if all I might do is carry messages or reports or even various items or other objects, consider me at your disposal. [ All he has ever wanted is to be near her, and to assist her with anything she might need, and that includes being her errand-runner if he must. ] I do indeed. I have heard of it, yes, but I imagine that hearing of it and experiencing it are two entirely different things.

[ At the prospect of visiting Costa del Sol upon the completion of the restoration project, Aymeric cannot help but break into a wide smile. ] Yes, of course! That would be a most fitting way to celebrate the completion of the restoration. We must do this, if the chance presents itself.

[ Little does he know that she has already resolved to do just that; there is no "might" about it.

As for the stirring up of passions, well, his passions have already been quite stirred and continue to be stirred as this moment goes on. Eventually, he finds himself satisfied with the attention he has given to her hair, and deciding to give himself a moment of gratification and, he hopes, further enjoyment for her, he begins to stroke first one ear, then the other, and switching back once more. ]

I was about to offer my services to you. They never gave the Warriors of Light desks to sit behind. Instead, we are the errand girls. [ A sad smile touches her face then. While she does not necessarily mind aiding the world and others? The expectation that she and her sister will jump to any bar to see it done is tiresome. ] They are very different things! Thisru has had more chances to visit than I have, but, I can most certainly arrange things...

[ She smiles widely at him with the tip of her tail moving side to side. She will need to speak with the Foretemps to help her with anything that could arise to stop Aymeric from going. Artoriel certainly would not mind, and his father can still have leverage despite his retirement...

Her thoughts are interrupted by the feel his fingers across her ear. The edge of the ear twitches and a shiver runs down her back. Her eyelids flutter at the attention with her head tilting into his touch and against his chest. A gentle "Oh..." escapes her and she seemingly melts against his frame.

The fingers at his thigh move to draw nonsensical patterns. The one on his arm gently moves back and forth against the skin. As always, if he had asked her to do anything for him, she would, but perhaps moreso in this moment. The temptation to swing her legs on either side of his hips and press hers to his rises once more. It causes her to give a breathless sigh and pleased sound. No, she will wait until she knows what he wishes to do...

Her ears twitch once more under his touch. ]

Ah, but I believe that it is time someone offers their services to you, and that is precisely what I mean to do, if you will accept them. Too often have you and your sister been treated as errand runners, and I think that ought to change, even if it is only this one time. [ But privately, he means to take steps to see that it stops, at least as far as his people and his city are concerned. He does not offer a comment inquiring about how she intends to see such a thing arranged, but it ought to be clear from how his eyes light up and a small smile takes his face that he is excited by these prospects.

Leisure time is somewhat of a rarity in Ishgard, even now that the war has ended. And while the war was raging, it was not even a thought on anyone's minds. So in a way, it is quite the foreign notion to Aymeric but one he looks forward to regardless.

With how close she is to him right now, the urge to touch something other than her hair and her ears grows, and he decides to listen to that urge. His fingers move from her ears to lightly ghost along her neck and further down until they reach her collarbone, pausing there briefly to gauge her reaction. ]

Such a notion may just set the Alliance into a state of confusion, ser. Just imagine. The Lord Speaker running errands for a Warrior of Light outside of the needs to health! [ She adopts a fake surprised tone, pretending to be affronted by such a notion. Then, her gaze softens at the way his eyes light up. Oh, how she wishes he could always look such a way. She would erase all the pain inside him if she could.

She plans to see him as relaxed as possible in Costa del Sol. No papers, no work, only what he wishes to do in the different climate. Even if that may even be simply dozing under the sun. Of course, it might be quite the culture shock, but she imagines he may even enjoy not wearing all the layers necessary in Ishgard.

Her mind has drifted off into what they might actually do on their trip. The ears twitch again under his fingers and a content hum leaves her. Her body shivers under the light touch before her eyes half open to look up at him. There is a tilt of her head, curious as to what he wishes to do. The hand at his inner thigh brushes along the skin again to encourage him.

She is still keeping her passions in line, but that could change given what he may do. Alkaid has missed his voice and touch so much while she was away. He has clearly missed her as well. ]

Mayhap a state of confusion is just what the Alliance needs. Not to throw them into disarray, mind you, or to foil any of their plans or deliberations. Which I assure you, I am fully aware that they are of the utmost importance. I am not so frivolous a man to suggest a thing. [ He is certain she is aware of that by now. ]

But a little bit of turning what is considered normal on its head might not be an entirely bad idea, wouldn't you say? [ Here, his smile grows wider, all but blossoming across his face. She would be correct in saying he does not often look or feel this happy, but he believes she merely has that effect upon him. He also wishes he could feel this way every day, but there is always some problem or situation that requires serious consideration.

A question about whether she might allow his hands to wander is on the tip of his tongue, but it seems to him that she is all but welcoming him to do that very thing. And so his hands travel once more, moving past her collarbone and down to the tops of her breasts. He would allow his hands to continue their downward journey, but a notion has sprung into his mind that perhaps prolonging said journey will only increase those passions that she is attempting to keep in line.

He might not be fully aware that that is what she is doing, but this routine of theirs seems to be one they have repeated before. He hesitates, and then finds the courage to continue moving with his explorations, and she seems to try and conduct herself in a way that seems proper. And yet what is proper about what they are doing? Certainly, they are not going about this wantonly or wildly, although they certainly could, but shouldn't moments like this be governed by passions?

He thinks so, and so he refrains, a sort of teasing expression crossing his face as he takes this momentary pause. ]

I think, my Ser Aymeric, I have become quite the bad influence on you. [ Her smile matches his with just the smallest hint of mischief. Yes, she and K'thisru have certainly been an influence on him. Most would say for the best, however, she can tell that he has loosened several walls and barriers in her presence. She hopes it is for the best.

It has never taken Alkaid much to be wound up in intimate emotions when it comes to Aymeric. He is the only one she has ever felt this way for, even if there had been small attractions and flirtations in her younger years. There had been nothing that even compared to the magnetism that she felt she first met Aymeric. She had once mentioned to him that even if he had asked the most ridiculous thing he could of--such as jumping into a ravine--she would have done it simply because Aymeric would have asked her to. The sentiment holds true even now... although she doubts he would ask her to do something such as that.

The matter is not so much one of being governed by property, and more, not wishing to push him in directions he may not wish to venture into. It is quite obvious she has a far more forward sexual drive, and worries that it might push him away. She does not wish to spring her passions on him so suddenly that he might be affronted--or even offended.

She feels his hands stop, and her eyes move upwards to find his immediately. Her cheeks puff slightly, and the tip of her tail gently hits against the leg it is draped over. Despite the rather endearing and humorous expression? The look in her eyes asks for a form of permission for what she might wish to do. ]

Is it a bad influence or perhaps the best influence? [ He cannot recall ever feeling anything close to what he feels now, and it lightens his spirits in a way he was not expecting. Everything that he keeps inside him where no one else can see it is still very much present, but he does feel lighter somehow, and he attributes that to the influences of the two sisters.

And similarly, no one else has ever made him feel the way he does when it is just the two of them alone like this. There have been those who wished to catch his eye, but it never was the right time for him, and now he knows that it was never the right person. He believes now that the two of them were meant to find each other, and that they complete each other in ways that no one else could.

As always, whenever she puffs out her cheeks, he cannot help but laugh, and that laugh only grows when he feels her tail gently hit against his leg. She has made her wishes clear, and that is all the encouragement he needs.

First he moves to cup the side of her breast with one hand, followed by the other. Next, he leans in, angling his head just enough to allow him to plant a kiss on the side of her neck. If she responds with pleasure to this, he means to continue trailing a line of kisses as far down as he can go. ]

That would be an interpretation entirely up to you, ser. [ She smiles sweetly once more with that hint of mischief in her eyes. While she may not be as brazen about it as her sister? Alkaid has a flare of trouble making in her own right.

Nothing, save her ancient self, could convince her that they were not meant to be together. Not that she would believe herself at all. Far too much of her feels right and in place when she is with Aymeric. A certain sense of content and peace always comes to her, regardless of what else might be swirling around them. Despite the pull of wonderlust and desire to see the world? She could easily simply be with him in a bed for the whole day and find the same manner of fulfillment.

The smile spreads on her face the moment he laughs. Her ears raise and a certain glitter comes to her eyes. She had decided long ago that he needed more reasons to laugh in his life. If a simple puff of her cheeks can do that? She will certainly continue when she believes it may be the right moment.

Alkaid inhales sharply, feeling as if a bolt of electricity has started from the tips of her ears and down to her toes. Gods, it has been far too long, even if they have spent more time apart. Both of her hands raise to rest over atop his on her breasts, giving a gentle encouraging squeeze, as well as trailing her fingers over his. Her eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on her neck. Her tail is unable to move as it might due to the water, and instead, a low moan of approval comes from her. She tilts her head to grant him more access, resting it on his own shoulder. Her body moves on instinct, shifting so that her backside might rub against his ever so slightly.

In an odd way, despite ownership not truly existing between them, she wishes to know that it would be alright if she lowered those last few walls of propriety. There is a need to turn and press her hips to his and drown his mouth in her own kisses. Her mind then chooses to bring the memory of him running his fingers along her tail. She shudders in his hold again, hands curling around his lower arms.

Gods, he's truly learned where to touch her to make her drop all pretenses of what she thinks a Warrior of Light should be. All she finds she wishes to do is press against him and rock her hips against his. But... that might be farther than he wishes to go where they are at... not to mention he has a hold of her and seemingly does not wish her to move just yet. ]

Is that so? Well, my conclusion on that matter is that you and your sister have been only the best of influences for me and for Ishgard as a whole. [ And he will go to his grave insisting upon that if necessary. But as a rule, most Ishgardians are so very grateful to both of the Warriors of Light for all they have done, and those that are not... Well, they cannot be helped.

He would not be surprised, exactly, if he were to learn that she felt that way about being in his company, simply because that is how he feels whenever he is fortunate enough to be in hers. But he would not be so brash as to ever assume she feels any particular way towards being with him, either positive or negative. He considers it a miracle that she still remains with him at all, and so every moment with her is something to be cherished and held onto. Especially since they are so often parted.

With his hands resting on her breath and with how he is planting kisses as far down as he can reach, he is already feeling the beginning signs of arousal, but when she rubs her backside against his, those beginning signs quickly turn into more. His head tips backward just slightly as a wave of pleasure crashes over him as even that small shifting movement stimulated his own senses.

In this moment, it would seem as though both of them have shed their titles and are simply Lantaa and Aymeric. And Aymeric thinks to himself that that is precisely how it should be.

Eventually, the line of kisses that he has been making becomes too far for him to reach, but rather than stop, he simply starts over, beginning with a kiss to her cheek. ]

Then, that is the conclusion I will need to stand by. [ Her tail sways happily against his leg. While she and K'thisru remain humble of their views of what they have done to inspire others? It is undeniable that their involvement -- as well as Alphinaud's and Ysayle's -- brought an end to the Dragonsong War.

There is no miracle in her mind whatsoever. She promised to be his wife, the lady of his home and to carry his family name. Why would she ever back away from that? He fills her life with light, the strength to move forward when all else is dire, and he is the one that completes her. While things have been far from perfect and the world has conspired to keep them apart? They have proven the world is unable to keep them from finding one another time and time again.

Alkaid tilts her head to his once his moves back, pressing her nose to his jaw followed by a brush of her lips. One hand reaches up and backwards, fingers finding their way into his hair, while the other remains at one on her breast. She is certain that he can feel how aroused she has become simply with his kisses and his hands where they are. After all, she can feel his against her.

The urge to turn around and sit on his hips strikes her strong as he begins his line of kisses once more. He wished to care for her in how he sees fit, and she will see that done. ]

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If you are certain, then who am I to speak otherwise? [ This is one topic on which he intends to make his stance clear, and to stand by it as well. The two sisters have made his life better, and he hopes that with time, that will ring true for all of Ishgard as well. They set the foundation for their new future, and he is optimistic that they will take hold of that future without hesitation.

While he is completely and entirely convinced that she is his and he is hers, he is not laboring under the assumption that no one else could have caught her eye before their paths were joined. That she was not swept off her feet by another man long ago is part of that miracle in his eyes. And also that she holds him in the regard that she does is yet another miracle.

He remains ever thankful that their paths did cross, because now he cannot imagine a life without her in it. ]

Lantaa... [ The tone in his voice as he says her name has deepened, reflecting his state of arousal and hunger for more of her. He has the urge to reach for her to turn her around so that they might be facing each other, but perhaps she is comfortable as she is. Even in his present state, he does not intend to disregard her wishes in any way. ]

The Lord Speaker of Ishgard, a knight, the Azure Dragoon, the Viscount Borel? [ Alkaid lists his titles playfully, fingers twirling in-between his dark locks. If she has improved his life even by the smallest amount? The feat is enough for her. She cares so very much for his happiness and wishing to make him smile and laugh. Ishgard will never be free of its past, but they should all be able to move forward with smiles and happiness alongside their refound allies.

There were a handful of handsome men and daring Miqo'tes. Yet, none are him. The way he conducts himself, holds himself, the love for his people, the ideals he carries, the willingness to help those he does not know and emphasize for them. As well as the more physical aspects of his voice and looks. Gods, she finds him handsome, especially in this moment. The way his voice dips into certain tones when the final barriers drop on more intimate settings causes a thrill to run up her spine and her while body to shiver under his touch.

Her first answer to her name in such a way is a small sound of approval and arousal. She wants to press against his hips and move with them but also wants his hands to roam around her person. She is his and her mate. She trusts him implicitly to touch her however he wishes to find his own pleasure. He is her nuhn, the leader of his family, and his wife ought to be able to please and care for him... ]

Hmm? Yes~? [ She tilts her head back to be able to say the words closer to his ear. His statement was more of reflex, but, Alkaid has always tried to make it a sort of game. Her voice softens as she she shivers again. ] What may I do for you, my lord?

[ He tilts his head to one side as if to lightly rebuff (not dismiss) the titles that he has been given. He has accepted them all and the responsibilities that come with each one, but regardless of the esteem that comes from each one, he has never sought after that nor demanded respect or honor from anyone. Perhaps a part of him sought to be recognized, but only because he did not receive much or any recognition from the parents that gave him away to another.

Still, the smile he gives her in return is a warm, heartfelt one, and he lets out a contented sigh in response to her fingers twirling his hair in between them.

He notes it nearly every time he looks at her, but he loves her with the entirety of his being, and that will never change, no matter how much time passes or what trials they both go through. He finds her beautiful as well, but it is not only her physical beauty that draws him to her but her inner beauty as well. In his eyes, she truly is the perfect partner, the perfect wife and lady of his house, and he would have none other but her.

And it is with that thought in mind that he realizes he wishes to have a family with her, whether natural or through other methods. To have children together, to raise them together... He can think of few things that he wishes for more than that. Well, aside from his wish that she could remain home and not have to run off into danger whenever a threat arises. ]

What may you do for me? [ His tone, already deepened by passion and desire, drops a few more notches. And yet, he hesitates, because while their desires might align on the topic of starting a family together, how does he communicate that he is ready? And what is more, should he even feel that way, considering how they are not yet married? Perhaps it is best to say nothing simply for propriety's sake and for the sake of doing the right thing.

He has let some of his walls and inhibitions down, but perhaps this is one area where he is better off not letting his passions direct him where to go. Still, they can still pursue intimacy without crossing that particular threshold, and that is what he chooses to focus on.

The words he would say are on the tip of his tongue, but hesitation strikes at the last moment, so rather than answer verbally, he lets his hands slide down and come to a stop on her hips. His fingers lightly tighten against them, as if he wishes to turn her around to face him, but he does not wish to move her against her will either, and so he contents himself with lightly ghosting his fingers against the skin beneath them. ]

[ Her smile remains teasing, but, a form of sweetness to it as well. She knows he has never been one for titles. Duty, by far, is more meaningful to him without the need of complimentary titles. It is one of the many things she finds ever endearing about him. While he may wish to be viewed favorably? It has never, once, been at the center of why he does what he does. He does it simply because it remains the right thing to do.

Gods, she would leap at the chance to give him a family. Her culture promotes the idea of returning home and raising families within the clan after the days of adventuring. In a way she wishes to keep to that. The only changes being that she will join the family he is apart of and he will only have her. There will be no need for children to grow up between bickering of two partners as there will only be one. He is her soulmate, and she cannot fathom the idea of him with another. Perhaps that could be viewed as territorial or even controlling by some. Yet, in her heart, there is a certain pain that strikes with the idea of him finding another and loving her, cherishing her, and raising children with her.

Those are thoughts that she has mulled over more than once since her return from the First. Giving him a child would be difficult by simple nature of their difference in race. Yet, even more so now, with her added difficulties thanks to countless battles and traumas to her person. Often she has wondered if she should encourage him to take a mistress to at least have children with. Would that be better in the end for him and his house? There is certainly no end to womenfolk of Ishgard who would still leap at the idea of being with Ser Aymeric. However, whenever she thinks of his arms around another or smiling at one as he does her? Her chest clenches and her heart feels it might burst.Yet the needs of the family must be put before her own selfishness...

His repeat of her inquiry pulls her from her thoughts and her eyes immediately snap to his. There is a need in her gaze, not just of pleasure, but for him to claim her as his in all ways. Even if she might be unable to fulfill all obligations a wife of Ishgard would be required to do. If he would ask of her to retire from the Scions, be his wife, and stay within Ishgard? She would do it that moment. If he asked her to be the mother of his children, adopted or natural, she would also tell the Scions of her retirement. All he would need to is ask anything of her and she will see it done.

Her ears stand taller as his fingers ghost along them. She lets forth a gentle moan, tail flicking lightly, and she believes she might know what he is asking for. Another shiver takes her whole body and her breathing deepens. Yes, she can certainly do that. It takes a moment to let the current wave of pleasure pass over her before she can comply with what he asks of her.

Alkaid turns easily enough in the water, legs raising to either side of his hips. Her hands settle on the lip of the tub behind him as she hovers above his hips. Her two-toned gaze meets his again with a tilt of her head. She can press her hips to his if he would like such a motion. Aymeric may not wish to entirely become one in their current location, but she certainly would not mind. Instead she decides that perhaps he would simply rather her press their bodies together for now. Yet, she waits for his direction in any manner he finds comfortable. ]

FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞

BOOK 3: TWO-TONED ECHOES

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