[ The scars should not hurt as they are long healed, but at times he thinks he imagines that he still feels discomfort coming from them, even if it is only in his mind. Her kiss to the once-injured area causes him to relax by just a fraction, although he is not sure if it counts as relaxing or if it is a response to a somewhat sensitive area. ]
Perhaps I should resign my post within the ranks. [ So that I might stay here with you is the part that goes unsaid. He does feel like an impostor within the ranks of soldiers, and yet the part of him that wanted to become one of the Temple Knights still exists. Becoming a vampire did not take that from him. ] If I did, then you would not be alone.
[ But perhaps such a conversation is one best had another time, and not when both of them are tired and worn out from a trying handful of days. Once their sleeping attire is seen to, the fire tended, and the rat that Aymeric was (shamefully, in his mind) consuming temporarily disposed of, he follows her into the bed, moving to lie beside her.
He smiles when she curls up against him, and it does not take very long at all for him to drift off to sleep. It is not until several hours later that a feeling of discomfort and a sort of hungry emptiness threatens to disturb his sleep. His mouth turns down into a frown, and he tosses and turns briefly before his eyes slide open. The room is dark, but that does not bother him.
Of course, Lantaa remains asleep, undisturbed by a hunger that can't be filled with the kind of food the whole and unsullied people consume. He does not wish to wake her or disturb her with his own sleeplessness, so he wills himself to lie as still as possible.
Perhaps sleep will return to him in a moment or two if he simply lies there and lets his mind wander. He would slide from the bed in search of a rat, but that would certainly qualify as a disturbance. ]
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Perhaps I should resign my post within the ranks. [ So that I might stay here with you is the part that goes unsaid. He does feel like an impostor within the ranks of soldiers, and yet the part of him that wanted to become one of the Temple Knights still exists. Becoming a vampire did not take that from him. ] If I did, then you would not be alone.
[ But perhaps such a conversation is one best had another time, and not when both of them are tired and worn out from a trying handful of days. Once their sleeping attire is seen to, the fire tended, and the rat that Aymeric was (shamefully, in his mind) consuming temporarily disposed of, he follows her into the bed, moving to lie beside her.
He smiles when she curls up against him, and it does not take very long at all for him to drift off to sleep. It is not until several hours later that a feeling of discomfort and a sort of hungry emptiness threatens to disturb his sleep. His mouth turns down into a frown, and he tosses and turns briefly before his eyes slide open. The room is dark, but that does not bother him.
Of course, Lantaa remains asleep, undisturbed by a hunger that can't be filled with the kind of food the whole and unsullied people consume. He does not wish to wake her or disturb her with his own sleeplessness, so he wills himself to lie as still as possible.
Perhaps sleep will return to him in a moment or two if he simply lies there and lets his mind wander. He would slide from the bed in search of a rat, but that would certainly qualify as a disturbance. ]