[ While he is able to control his emotions in the moment, she is not. Her arms lift to wrap around his neck and shoulders as much as she is able. But, the moment he moves to raise her, she pulls him towards her. Not enough to pull him into the bath, but enough so he might lean against the porcelain with no space between them. Her forehead rests to his as she gazes intensity into his eyes.
Why is she unable to explain her emotions so he might understand her meaning entirely? Perhaps it is because he is a Lord and Knight of Ishgard, and she is merely a healer from a tribe who prefers to be left alone. Regardless, once his entire focus is on her, she presses her forehead against his further. ]
I may have kept some part of me that is "Lantaa", but not in the way I am ... the way I have been. [ Her gaze never leaves him, instead following along if he attempts to look away. ] I wouldn't have been able to be the woman who found her answers of countless Starlight Eves. If you hadn't... then, all I could be was a Warrior of Light always wishing to find ways to bring a smile to the face of the one she loves, but felt she could never be with.
[ She frowns then, eyebrows turning upwards at their edges. ] When all the Scions had gone? Thisru and I stood on the empty husk of a world long dead before Meteion had found it. It was so lonely, so empty. It was no surprise why Meteion had turned the way she did after encountering such emotions over and over...
But then, we could hear the prayers and thoughts from all of you here at home. Each wish, each hope, each worry. Even then, among the sea of voices and dim figures the dynamis took shape of? Yours was the one I heard the loudest. Your simple wish for peace to the home that had seen endless war; a desire to be at ease with those who wished an end to your people...
[ Her nose presses to the side against his again. ] And the even quieter wish to no longer be alone. [ Alkaid presses her lips together before closing her eyes, with tears slowly moving down her face. ] So, please, AymericI. Do not belittle yourself so much to me. You keep--you keep me who I am amongst all of the whirlwind of this life. You guard and protect my heart.
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Why is she unable to explain her emotions so he might understand her meaning entirely? Perhaps it is because he is a Lord and Knight of Ishgard, and she is merely a healer from a tribe who prefers to be left alone. Regardless, once his entire focus is on her, she presses her forehead against his further. ]
I may have kept some part of me that is "Lantaa", but not in the way I am ... the way I have been. [ Her gaze never leaves him, instead following along if he attempts to look away. ] I wouldn't have been able to be the woman who found her answers of countless Starlight Eves. If you hadn't... then, all I could be was a Warrior of Light always wishing to find ways to bring a smile to the face of the one she loves, but felt she could never be with.
[ She frowns then, eyebrows turning upwards at their edges. ] When all the Scions had gone? Thisru and I stood on the empty husk of a world long dead before Meteion had found it. It was so lonely, so empty. It was no surprise why Meteion had turned the way she did after encountering such emotions over and over...
But then, we could hear the prayers and thoughts from all of you here at home. Each wish, each hope, each worry. Even then, among the sea of voices and dim figures the dynamis took shape of? Yours was the one I heard the loudest. Your simple wish for peace to the home that had seen endless war; a desire to be at ease with those who wished an end to your people...
[ Her nose presses to the side against his again. ] And the even quieter wish to no longer be alone. [ Alkaid presses her lips together before closing her eyes, with tears slowly moving down her face. ] So, please, AymericI. Do not belittle yourself so much to me. You keep--you keep me who I am amongst all of the whirlwind of this life. You guard and protect my heart.