[ But perhaps he should be more selfish. Perhaps he should let his desires take the lead rather than his sense of duty. After all, is putting her last fair to her? Is it fair to either of them? Life may not be fair, but perhaps he can have just one instance of selfishness. Of course, only he can decide upon that. ]
Perhaps in another life, our roles were reversed, and you were a noble lady with high standing.
[ There is so much that he could say, so many responses he could have, but in the space of a a few minutes, a memory springs forth for him as well, and he finds himself abruptly feeling rather weak at the knees, as if standing is suddenly becoming difficult.
These memories have never surfaced before, and it may seem odd that they should do so now, but some force or buried desire from both of them seems determined to conspire with the other to force both of them to recall memories that have been buried by time.
It takes great effort for him to remain standing, and instinct rather than his own will sees his hands move reflexively and protectively as if to shield a vulnerability. It might seem ludicrous that both of them would recall the same memory at the exact same time, but stranger things have happened, have they not?
But whether it makes sense or not, suddenly Aymeric is more Costas than he is himself, and he tilts his head slowly, as if searching to meet her gaze and not quite managing it. ]
I- [ His voice falters and he has to try again, as if something is urging him to, because this moment is more important than any other, as it was (is? The lines between past and present seem to be blurring just a little) their last chance to speak to each other. ] I'm sorry.
[ But is it Costas or Aymeric speaking, or a strange combination of both? Even Aymeric himself cannot tell. ]
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Perhaps in another life, our roles were reversed, and you were a noble lady with high standing.
[ There is so much that he could say, so many responses he could have, but in the space of a a few minutes, a memory springs forth for him as well, and he finds himself abruptly feeling rather weak at the knees, as if standing is suddenly becoming difficult.
These memories have never surfaced before, and it may seem odd that they should do so now, but some force or buried desire from both of them seems determined to conspire with the other to force both of them to recall memories that have been buried by time.
It takes great effort for him to remain standing, and instinct rather than his own will sees his hands move reflexively and protectively as if to shield a vulnerability. It might seem ludicrous that both of them would recall the same memory at the exact same time, but stranger things have happened, have they not?
But whether it makes sense or not, suddenly Aymeric is more Costas than he is himself, and he tilts his head slowly, as if searching to meet her gaze and not quite managing it. ]
I- [ His voice falters and he has to try again, as if something is urging him to, because this moment is more important than any other, as it was (is? The lines between past and present seem to be blurring just a little) their last chance to speak to each other. ] I'm sorry.
[ But is it Costas or Aymeric speaking, or a strange combination of both? Even Aymeric himself cannot tell. ]