[ Her hands curl into his nightshade as she pulls herself closer to him. A simple nod is given to his statement, followed by pressing her nose into his chest. Yes, she does understand the difference. That is why she has always admired him so very much. He will rise above his own feelings for greater callings and good. While it seems she is the selfish one.
She shakes her head. ] N-No, I was of less social standing. We simply owned the tavern and inn. There was no noble titles or names. Respected, but, we didn't have the lineage.
[ Not much has changed in this life, has it?
Her hands clench onto him then. Of course there was a connection. They bound their souls together for as many lifetimes as they would want. They are meant to be together in any life. The connection is always there. Will life allow them to realize and act on it is another thing entirely.]
I wasn't. [ Her answer is immediate and spoken louder than she has the other pieces of her tale. ] I wasn't at all...
[ Lantaa lowers her head and hides her face in his shirt from shame. He will most certainly think less of her for such things. He, the proper guardian of his people. Yet, she is the one who cannot seem to let him go. She is the one who clings to him and their binding promise. She is the one who cannot embrace new lives and chances without the worst assumptions.
She was the one who lay at the bottom of the aetheric sea, refusing to let go of past hurts, and refusing to live another life. Not him, not her Costas. How she, Althea, must have fallen in his eyes.
She tilts her head further to hide her face more. ]
It didn't matter if I was or wasn't... Ishgard needed it. Everyone needed it. It was a good match. You looked perfect together, just as a noble couple should look.
[ Her knees curl as well as her dark large tail curling around her. ] And I had to let you go.
[ The words bring forth another memory, as their phrasing is of the same cadence. Had she said them or had he? Him, in her arms, as she desperately tried to heal his mortal wound. As she tried to mend flesh, bone, and muscle quickly to save what little life remained in him. The sky burned, stars fell, people tan past in horror, screaming and sobbing. She was one of those sobbing and begging him not to leave her.
She could save him. They could live their life together far away. Their city was doomed, they could move to another... but, no, it was not to be. She knew it and refused to accept it. They promised one another. Even as the light was leaving his eyes, she tried so desperately to keep him with her.
She had to let him go.
Lantaa flinches harshly, feeling tears spring to her closed eyes. She desperately tries to keep them inside. Even if she feels as if she's been struck, and she--her ancient heart--seems to bend and recoil at the pain, he doesn't need to know. The burden does not need to weigh him down as it does her in all her lives. The pain that is truly at the root of it all. ]
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She shakes her head. ] N-No, I was of less social standing. We simply owned the tavern and inn. There was no noble titles or names. Respected, but, we didn't have the lineage.
[ Not much has changed in this life, has it?
Her hands clench onto him then. Of course there was a connection. They bound their souls together for as many lifetimes as they would want. They are meant to be together in any life. The connection is always there. Will life allow them to realize and act on it is another thing entirely.]
I wasn't. [ Her answer is immediate and spoken louder than she has the other pieces of her tale. ] I wasn't at all...
[ Lantaa lowers her head and hides her face in his shirt from shame. He will most certainly think less of her for such things. He, the proper guardian of his people. Yet, she is the one who cannot seem to let him go. She is the one who clings to him and their binding promise. She is the one who cannot embrace new lives and chances without the worst assumptions.
She was the one who lay at the bottom of the aetheric sea, refusing to let go of past hurts, and refusing to live another life. Not him, not her Costas. How she, Althea, must have fallen in his eyes.
She tilts her head further to hide her face more. ]
It didn't matter if I was or wasn't... Ishgard needed it. Everyone needed it. It was a good match. You looked perfect together, just as a noble couple should look.
[ Her knees curl as well as her dark large tail curling around her. ] And I had to let you go.
[ The words bring forth another memory, as their phrasing is of the same cadence. Had she said them or had he? Him, in her arms, as she desperately tried to heal his mortal wound. As she tried to mend flesh, bone, and muscle quickly to save what little life remained in him. The sky burned, stars fell, people tan past in horror, screaming and sobbing. She was one of those sobbing and begging him not to leave her.
She could save him. They could live their life together far away. Their city was doomed, they could move to another... but, no, it was not to be. She knew it and refused to accept it. They promised one another. Even as the light was leaving his eyes, she tried so desperately to keep him with her.
She had to let him go.
Lantaa flinches harshly, feeling tears spring to her closed eyes. She desperately tries to keep them inside. Even if she feels as if she's been struck, and she--her ancient heart--seems to bend and recoil at the pain, he doesn't need to know. The burden does not need to weigh him down as it does her in all her lives. The pain that is truly at the root of it all. ]
I had to let you go...