[ The wings atop Meteion's head flex slightly up and down at his words. It seems so very obvious to her--one made of dynamis. She can feel as they do, understand their thoughts, but his mindset is one she simply does not understand. How could he deny all that is so plainly obvious? Perhaps his darker emotions towards himself are so destructive that they have caused irreversible damage? If so, then what of the bond that clearly keeps the two souls together?
She finds herself wishing her creator was there to explain such possibilities to her.
Meteion smiles as Aymeric's hand squeezes theirs. She can feel the desire and love that comes from him, reaching out to the Miqo'te in front of them. Lantaa, however, seems to almost be drowning in her own loneliness and fears. Meteion glances between them before removing her hands gently so that Aymeric may hold onto Lantaa's without her interference. She remembers sensing this loneliness and heartbreak... it is what drew her to the small child all those years ago.
Lantaa gently shakes, almost seemingly melting down to her knees and onto the floor. The memories take hold, bringing forth hazy images of watching her beloved marry another. She had become just another face in the crowd, melting away as fast she could in order not to see him happy with another.
The heartbreak and sorrow that filled her... what was the point of it all? All she had ever wanted--and still does--is to wrap her arms around him and love him, and be loved in return. Lives together over and over. Yet, as many before, she felt him slip away from her at that moment. Just as she sees him slip away from her into the dark corners of the house to push her away.
What is the point of it all if we can never...
Her shoulders fall, and if he had not been holding onto her hand, she would have simply allowed herself to collapse onto the floor. Instead, her head hangs and allows her darker hair to spill over her shoulders. If she cannot help him, be with him, love him, save him... ]
...If I cannot, then why? [ Her voice once more falls into hushed tones, but this time there is no stammer in her words. Instead she speaks as she would if she were slightly older. Her voice is still Lantaa, yet it is clear that it is also an older cadence and tone: one from very long ago that is still her. ] I am only here because you asked me... you wanted me here with you ... to try again... but, I cannot seem to help you... [ Lantaa's voice breaks into something more akin to herself merged into those ancient feelings. ] Will you find someone else who can...? Because, I.... I can't live another life knowing you are with another who is better... if all I do is fail you... why else would we pulled apart if I was not the one you should be...
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She finds herself wishing her creator was there to explain such possibilities to her.
Meteion smiles as Aymeric's hand squeezes theirs. She can feel the desire and love that comes from him, reaching out to the Miqo'te in front of them. Lantaa, however, seems to almost be drowning in her own loneliness and fears. Meteion glances between them before removing her hands gently so that Aymeric may hold onto Lantaa's without her interference. She remembers sensing this loneliness and heartbreak... it is what drew her to the small child all those years ago.
Lantaa gently shakes, almost seemingly melting down to her knees and onto the floor. The memories take hold, bringing forth hazy images of watching her beloved marry another. She had become just another face in the crowd, melting away as fast she could in order not to see him happy with another.
The heartbreak and sorrow that filled her... what was the point of it all? All she had ever wanted--and still does--is to wrap her arms around him and love him, and be loved in return. Lives together over and over. Yet, as many before, she felt him slip away from her at that moment. Just as she sees him slip away from her into the dark corners of the house to push her away.
What is the point of it all if we can never...
Her shoulders fall, and if he had not been holding onto her hand, she would have simply allowed herself to collapse onto the floor. Instead, her head hangs and allows her darker hair to spill over her shoulders. If she cannot help him, be with him, love him, save him... ]
...If I cannot, then why? [ Her voice once more falls into hushed tones, but this time there is no stammer in her words. Instead she speaks as she would if she were slightly older. Her voice is still Lantaa, yet it is clear that it is also an older cadence and tone: one from very long ago that is still her. ] I am only here because you asked me... you wanted me here with you ... to try again... but, I cannot seem to help you... [ Lantaa's voice breaks into something more akin to herself merged into those ancient feelings. ] Will you find someone else who can...? Because, I.... I can't live another life knowing you are with another who is better... if all I do is fail you... why else would we pulled apart if I was not the one you should be...