[ She is to accompany him to his home, thus, she will need to learn how to meld into his society. While she may not fit perfectly, she still must attempt it. Perhaps Miqo'te are rare in his home, and she may even very will draw more attention because of it. The one thing she does know is that she does not want him to leave her behind again.
Again?
Whichever he chooses to do, Lantaa has decided to follow his lead. A part of her will do anything and everything he asks if it means he will keep her at his side. Of course, he ha already said and promised to do so, but there is a sense of desperation in her. Especially as her nerves and fear grow at how he might react to what she is. ]
N-no. I know... I know some things, b-but my talents aren't in the arcane...
[ His eyes widen and her ears press entirely to her head. Surely he will come to the realization that he cannot let her live. The knights and voidsent came for her and her people. How can he accept her, even as his bonded one, when everything in his culture must wish her dead? Fear grips her and takes over her senses to the point that as he rests beside her, then leans in, her hand shakes uncontrollably.
She nearly flinches as he leans in close, but instead freezes the moment he kisses her. Her gaze snaps to his still red eyes once he wraps his arms around her. A moment passes before her eyes widen in the realization he will still protect her, even after knowing who and what she is. Lantaa moves to speak--to say anything--but all that comes from her is a gentle cry. She turns into him, hiding her face in his bare neck, unable to stop the tears that begin.
Relief is not a word that is strong enough to encapsulate what she feels in this moment. Crying seems to be all that she can do, as if she is releasing years of fears and anxiety to the one soul that would hear and understand. Lantaa curls against his body perfectly, one hand holding her soul crystal, while the other rests on his chest once more. Fingers return to gently brushing along his skin and she nudges her nose against his neck. ]
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Again?
Whichever he chooses to do, Lantaa has decided to follow his lead. A part of her will do anything and everything he asks if it means he will keep her at his side. Of course, he ha already said and promised to do so, but there is a sense of desperation in her. Especially as her nerves and fear grow at how he might react to what she is. ]
N-no. I know... I know some things, b-but my talents aren't in the arcane...
[ His eyes widen and her ears press entirely to her head. Surely he will come to the realization that he cannot let her live. The knights and voidsent came for her and her people. How can he accept her, even as his bonded one, when everything in his culture must wish her dead? Fear grips her and takes over her senses to the point that as he rests beside her, then leans in, her hand shakes uncontrollably.
She nearly flinches as he leans in close, but instead freezes the moment he kisses her. Her gaze snaps to his still red eyes once he wraps his arms around her. A moment passes before her eyes widen in the realization he will still protect her, even after knowing who and what she is. Lantaa moves to speak--to say anything--but all that comes from her is a gentle cry. She turns into him, hiding her face in his bare neck, unable to stop the tears that begin.
Relief is not a word that is strong enough to encapsulate what she feels in this moment. Crying seems to be all that she can do, as if she is releasing years of fears and anxiety to the one soul that would hear and understand. Lantaa curls against his body perfectly, one hand holding her soul crystal, while the other rests on his chest once more. Fingers return to gently brushing along his skin and she nudges her nose against his neck. ]
Aymeric...