Perhaps... I don't see why it would be impossible to believe.
[ She feels his arms encircle her, and instinctively, she curls into his hold. Her gaze is pointed within his chest still as she attempts to contain the ancient sorrow that seeps from her heart. The sorrow that is truly at the heart of all of the pain that has carried over in each continual life. The one that pulls at her core, that has been proven time and time again that perhaps they are simply not meant to share a life together. The one that ultimately is the reason she had initially refused to be reborn in this life.
Which memories he has seen or felt is beyond her understanding. What she is aware of is the tone of his voice, and who that tone quite belongs to. Of course, it is still Aymeric's voice, and he and his ancient soul are one in the same. Yet, the tone is older and ancient, perhaps eluding to an awareness that he rarely can feel outside of moments like this. That alone is what has her raise her gaze to look up towards him.
Her eyes meet his and in a moment her ancient soul seems to quiver. Her gaze waters. Her hands clench and then begin to move as if to reach up to him. Yet, she stops herself, for what if Costas does not wish to speak with her or return her affections? What if she has fallen so far in his eyes that she is no longer the woman he loved, but merely a shadow, as she feels she is? ]
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[ She feels his arms encircle her, and instinctively, she curls into his hold. Her gaze is pointed within his chest still as she attempts to contain the ancient sorrow that seeps from her heart. The sorrow that is truly at the heart of all of the pain that has carried over in each continual life. The one that pulls at her core, that has been proven time and time again that perhaps they are simply not meant to share a life together. The one that ultimately is the reason she had initially refused to be reborn in this life.
Which memories he has seen or felt is beyond her understanding. What she is aware of is the tone of his voice, and who that tone quite belongs to. Of course, it is still Aymeric's voice, and he and his ancient soul are one in the same. Yet, the tone is older and ancient, perhaps eluding to an awareness that he rarely can feel outside of moments like this. That alone is what has her raise her gaze to look up towards him.
Her eyes meet his and in a moment her ancient soul seems to quiver. Her gaze waters. Her hands clench and then begin to move as if to reach up to him. Yet, she stops herself, for what if Costas does not wish to speak with her or return her affections? What if she has fallen so far in his eyes that she is no longer the woman he loved, but merely a shadow, as she feels she is? ]