[ Lantaa does not find any of the sight before her pathetic. He is a man haunted by what he has become, and has received very little (if any to her knowledge) direction on what to do. He has chosen a moral high ground of his kind, feeding on animals instead of people, but that hardly changes what he is now. She can tell the maid and steward still deeply love Aymeric and would never turn an eye to his suffering, but are at a loss of what to do for him. She finds herself in a similar position now as she brushes his hair and rocks him gently.
Does he even find it soothing?
She waits to see if he might truly finish his sentence. A monster, is that what he truly believes himself to be? Simply because he eats from another living creature? Her arms tighten around him a fraction more. She has seen true monsters and what they might do to a person. Had Aymeric thrown away those morals he keeps himself to? He would be one of them--but he is not. She knows this, his staff knows this, but he somehow cannot see it himself.
Could she prove it to him somehow? ]
O-of course you are...
[ She glances to the side and bites the inside of her mouth for a moment. Would he respond to what she has in mind? What if he truly does tell her to leave not only their room, but the manor? Alkaid inhales and closes her eyes for a moment. What would their alternative be--hiding away in the dark, hating himself more? If anything, perhaps she might begin to heal how he sees himself...
Lantaa gently presses a kiss to the top of his head. Then, she leans to the side so her lips are beside his ear. ]
Aymeric, [ Lantaa forces her shaking voice to fall into the tone she uses when she attempts to garner the attention of the instincts he suppresses so very much. Yet, those instincts are the very ones he needs to realize he can control. ] My love...
[ The hand resting at the back of his head moves to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushes along his cheek before she slides the tips of her fingers down his jaw to under his chin. She guides him to raise his head, and should he do so, her eyes meet his with such intensity and love. They also brim with nothing short but trust and faith in him.
He knows who she is even if his darker instincts take hold of him. He still loves and cherishes her. She knows this, but he must realize it himself. If he was still not himself when she offered to feed him the first time? Well, neither of them would be in this room at the moment.
She tilts her head down to nudge the side of his nose, and quickly brush her lips against his. Please, do not hate me for this, Aymeric. ]
One rat can hardly sustain you. [ Lantaa brushes her lips across his once more in hopes she does have his attention without needing to rely on compelling. ] Quell your carvings, yes, but it can't give you the strength you need.
[ She then slips down gracefully to her knees. The hand underneath his chin slowly and tantalizingly leaves him in order to reach for the thick fabrics at her shoulder and neck. Then, her other hand reaches for her dark locks. She moves them to rest on the opposite shoulder. It leaves one side of her neck and shoulder entirely bare and exposed. Lantaa shifts to lean forward in order to close the distance he would need to bite her.
Her eyes close and her head tilts to expose more of her neck.
There are no words that come from her as she waits. She knows he will not eat from here neck. He has kissed the area many times with no inclination of feeding from such a dangerous area, even with his darker instincts in control. Aymeric as either knight nor vampire has the want to feast on her as if she were a rat. He is kind and generous, and even loving in the act. He is the one who must realize this. A monster would be blinded by his instincts at the exposed flesh and gleefully drink with no remorse or care of what it might do to her. Monsters do not love. He loves her regardless if it is his Ishgardian sensibilities or his base instincts controlling him. ]
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Does he even find it soothing?
She waits to see if he might truly finish his sentence. A monster, is that what he truly believes himself to be? Simply because he eats from another living creature? Her arms tighten around him a fraction more. She has seen true monsters and what they might do to a person. Had Aymeric thrown away those morals he keeps himself to? He would be one of them--but he is not. She knows this, his staff knows this, but he somehow cannot see it himself.
Could she prove it to him somehow? ]
O-of course you are...
[ She glances to the side and bites the inside of her mouth for a moment. Would he respond to what she has in mind? What if he truly does tell her to leave not only their room, but the manor? Alkaid inhales and closes her eyes for a moment. What would their alternative be--hiding away in the dark, hating himself more? If anything, perhaps she might begin to heal how he sees himself...
Lantaa gently presses a kiss to the top of his head. Then, she leans to the side so her lips are beside his ear. ]
Aymeric, [ Lantaa forces her shaking voice to fall into the tone she uses when she attempts to garner the attention of the instincts he suppresses so very much. Yet, those instincts are the very ones he needs to realize he can control. ] My love...
[ The hand resting at the back of his head moves to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushes along his cheek before she slides the tips of her fingers down his jaw to under his chin. She guides him to raise his head, and should he do so, her eyes meet his with such intensity and love. They also brim with nothing short but trust and faith in him.
He knows who she is even if his darker instincts take hold of him. He still loves and cherishes her. She knows this, but he must realize it himself. If he was still not himself when she offered to feed him the first time? Well, neither of them would be in this room at the moment.
She tilts her head down to nudge the side of his nose, and quickly brush her lips against his. Please, do not hate me for this, Aymeric. ]
One rat can hardly sustain you. [ Lantaa brushes her lips across his once more in hopes she does have his attention without needing to rely on compelling. ] Quell your carvings, yes, but it can't give you the strength you need.
[ She then slips down gracefully to her knees. The hand underneath his chin slowly and tantalizingly leaves him in order to reach for the thick fabrics at her shoulder and neck. Then, her other hand reaches for her dark locks. She moves them to rest on the opposite shoulder. It leaves one side of her neck and shoulder entirely bare and exposed. Lantaa shifts to lean forward in order to close the distance he would need to bite her.
Her eyes close and her head tilts to expose more of her neck.
There are no words that come from her as she waits. She knows he will not eat from here neck. He has kissed the area many times with no inclination of feeding from such a dangerous area, even with his darker instincts in control. Aymeric as either knight nor vampire has the want to feast on her as if she were a rat. He is kind and generous, and even loving in the act. He is the one who must realize this. A monster would be blinded by his instincts at the exposed flesh and gleefully drink with no remorse or care of what it might do to her. Monsters do not love. He loves her regardless if it is his Ishgardian sensibilities or his base instincts controlling him. ]