[ Meteion's head tilts as he stammers. Perhaps her explanation had not been good at all? Lily had understood it, but, Lily also radiates her emotions. Aymeric seems so very, very withdrawn. One cannot smother their akasha as Lily calls it, but he certainly has seemed to remove himself from the very flow that Meteion herself exists in.
She ought to try again! ]
« I speak to you in your mind--through the very same way your desires do. The very same energy that your emotions travel on and through is the one in which I was made to understand and learn people through. Their hopes, desires, what drives them. » [ Meteion smiles sweetly at him. ] « You are Lily's fiend... so we too should be friends. »
[ Meteion closes her eyes the moment her hands wrap around the one of his. She can sense them all so clearly now: each one of his emotions. They are all so very dark... and overwhelming... to the point her hands tremble. He is so very sad, and he hurts so very deeply. Yet, beneath it all, she can feel it. A current of love, devotion, and desire to protect. Not only for the stone city he calls his beloved home... but for one person in particular. The feelings are so very old, ageless even. Meteion knows these feelings well, for someone else in the room feels them as well.
A few tears roll down her face as she seems to channel and visually show what he keeps walled away. ]
« It is all so very lonely, even in a home surrounded by lifelong friends who love you. Even in this place where your parents cherrished you... because, how could they ever understand? They will see you the same as ever, but you know you are no longer the same. You feel it in every aspect of your being. The coldness, the detachment, the hunger... so very hungry, but you must not, for feasting off another truly makes you what you feel you are... »
[ She sniffles then, head tilting down further as she sorts through all that she learns. If she can help navigate him to those feelings Lily is so certain he shares? Then, she will have helped both of them. She will have helped them find their reason to live. That was her purpose once, so very long ago. ]
« No matter how different you know you are, you desire so very much to be treated as you were. Embraced by those who loved you and smiles upon their faces when you return home from battle. A home, not merely a domain in which you return to sit in the dark, all alone. » [ Meteion nods once more, for she too has felt this way. ] « Those people are here still to smile and welcome you home, but you feel it will not ever be the same. And yet... »
[ She steps forward and squeezez his hand. She can feel Lily's eyes on the pair of them. Fear and anxiousness rolls off her "master", even if Lily is not capable of hearing their conversation. ]
« Can you feel it now? Such an old feeling. One may even call it ancient. One almost drowned out admist all the pain, loneliness, and misery. I can feel it from your heart... your soul? » [ Meteion's eyebrows turn up as she attempts to discern the source, but, perhaps they are too entertwined to tell. ] « Love. So pure of an emotion directed at her... your dearest. Love that has stood the test of time, bringing you to her, and beckoning her to you. Over, and over again, despite so much hardship and impossibilities. Even if circumstances kept you apart, there was the next chance. The chance to find her and live life as you were meant to... at her side, shielding her from every threat. »
[ Meteion smiles broadly then, despite her tears, and the wings atop her head lift slightly. Oh, there is so much love there. Love as old as even perhaps Meteion herself. That, however, is a story for another time.
Perhaps if Aymeric is to look over at Lantaa in that exact moment, he may not see a Miqo'te with dark locks and two toned eyes. Instead she stands there as a hyum might look, brilliant blue eyes, blonde hair pulled into a braid over her shoulder. Regardless of the physical appearance he might see, the look in her eyes remains the same. One of encompassing love, but also fear she has lost him once more. ]
« She loves you so very much, Aymeric. May I call you Aymeric? Would you like to feel how much she does? »
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She ought to try again! ]
« I speak to you in your mind--through the very same way your desires do. The very same energy that your emotions travel on and through is the one in which I was made to understand and learn people through. Their hopes, desires, what drives them. » [ Meteion smiles sweetly at him. ] « You are Lily's fiend... so we too should be friends. »
[ Meteion closes her eyes the moment her hands wrap around the one of his. She can sense them all so clearly now: each one of his emotions. They are all so very dark... and overwhelming... to the point her hands tremble. He is so very sad, and he hurts so very deeply. Yet, beneath it all, she can feel it. A current of love, devotion, and desire to protect. Not only for the stone city he calls his beloved home... but for one person in particular. The feelings are so very old, ageless even. Meteion knows these feelings well, for someone else in the room feels them as well.
A few tears roll down her face as she seems to channel and visually show what he keeps walled away. ]
« It is all so very lonely, even in a home surrounded by lifelong friends who love you. Even in this place where your parents cherrished you... because, how could they ever understand? They will see you the same as ever, but you know you are no longer the same. You feel it in every aspect of your being. The coldness, the detachment, the hunger... so very hungry, but you must not, for feasting off another truly makes you what you feel you are... »
[ She sniffles then, head tilting down further as she sorts through all that she learns. If she can help navigate him to those feelings Lily is so certain he shares? Then, she will have helped both of them. She will have helped them find their reason to live. That was her purpose once, so very long ago. ]
« No matter how different you know you are, you desire so very much to be treated as you were. Embraced by those who loved you and smiles upon their faces when you return home from battle. A home, not merely a domain in which you return to sit in the dark, all alone. » [ Meteion nods once more, for she too has felt this way. ] « Those people are here still to smile and welcome you home, but you feel it will not ever be the same. And yet... »
[ She steps forward and squeezez his hand. She can feel Lily's eyes on the pair of them. Fear and anxiousness rolls off her "master", even if Lily is not capable of hearing their conversation. ]
« Can you feel it now? Such an old feeling. One may even call it ancient. One almost drowned out admist all the pain, loneliness, and misery. I can feel it from your heart... your soul? » [ Meteion's eyebrows turn up as she attempts to discern the source, but, perhaps they are too entertwined to tell. ] « Love. So pure of an emotion directed at her... your dearest. Love that has stood the test of time, bringing you to her, and beckoning her to you. Over, and over again, despite so much hardship and impossibilities. Even if circumstances kept you apart, there was the next chance. The chance to find her and live life as you were meant to... at her side, shielding her from every threat. »
[ Meteion smiles broadly then, despite her tears, and the wings atop her head lift slightly. Oh, there is so much love there. Love as old as even perhaps Meteion herself. That, however, is a story for another time.
Perhaps if Aymeric is to look over at Lantaa in that exact moment, he may not see a Miqo'te with dark locks and two toned eyes. Instead she stands there as a hyum might look, brilliant blue eyes, blonde hair pulled into a braid over her shoulder. Regardless of the physical appearance he might see, the look in her eyes remains the same. One of encompassing love, but also fear she has lost him once more. ]
« She loves you so very much, Aymeric. May I call you Aymeric? Would you like to feel how much she does? »