[ Suddenly, he is not himself. He is not Aymeric, a knight turned unwillingly into a vampire. Suddenly, he is someone else entirely, a man who lived countless years ago yet still exists in some form with Aymeric. He has existed in all of Aymeric's lives, whether he went by that name or not, and now he finds himself resurfacing as if called forth by Lantaa, although he knew her by another name.
He remains aware of Meteion's presence beside them both, and of course he can still feel what Lantaa feels thanks to Meteion's aid, but his attention is focused solely upon Lantaa. At first, he thinks that he might kneel in front of her, but he decides that he should remain standing. His hands remain where they are, holding onto hers as firmly but still gently as he can manage.
In this moment, he is not Aymeric, but someone old yet still every bit as capable of being loving as he was when the days they knew were younger, and they themselves were young. ]
Why? [ Like hers, his voice remains largely the same, yet there is a slight difference in tone and a lack of hesitancy that was there just moments ago. ] Are you here only because you were asked to, or because you wished to come? [ Perhaps the question seems a pointless one, or one without distinction, but it does not seem that way to Aymeric.
Unlike his present self, his past self is convinced that this is what is meant to happen. The two of them are meant to be together as vampire and lady, but it will not be achieved without some effort. ]
If we were not supposed to be together... [ He smiles then, in a way that is quite different from the small, rather reserved smiles that his present self gives, when he does give them, which is not often. ] Why do you suppose that you and I are here?
[ Something has woken them up, causing them to still be who they are in this life while harking back to who they once were in another life. And that, in his mind, is sign enough. ]
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He remains aware of Meteion's presence beside them both, and of course he can still feel what Lantaa feels thanks to Meteion's aid, but his attention is focused solely upon Lantaa. At first, he thinks that he might kneel in front of her, but he decides that he should remain standing. His hands remain where they are, holding onto hers as firmly but still gently as he can manage.
In this moment, he is not Aymeric, but someone old yet still every bit as capable of being loving as he was when the days they knew were younger, and they themselves were young. ]
Why? [ Like hers, his voice remains largely the same, yet there is a slight difference in tone and a lack of hesitancy that was there just moments ago. ] Are you here only because you were asked to, or because you wished to come? [ Perhaps the question seems a pointless one, or one without distinction, but it does not seem that way to Aymeric.
Unlike his present self, his past self is convinced that this is what is meant to happen. The two of them are meant to be together as vampire and lady, but it will not be achieved without some effort. ]
If we were not supposed to be together... [ He smiles then, in a way that is quite different from the small, rather reserved smiles that his present self gives, when he does give them, which is not often. ] Why do you suppose that you and I are here?
[ Something has woken them up, causing them to still be who they are in this life while harking back to who they once were in another life. And that, in his mind, is sign enough. ]