[ The nights in Ishgard have grown colder as winter begins to set in.
It is a thought that settles on Lantaa as she lays in the bed her pair has shared with her. She lays on his side, curled uo with her back to the door. More than a few weeks have passed since he was called away. Letters had been exchanged per his request, but she has still felt a particular hollowing emptiness inside. Meteion and the staff have done their best to fill it, but she knows only her pair can truly fill that gap.
Time has passed to the point where his spot no longer has his indent and warmth. Yet, alongside sleeping in his shirts, it is the closest she can be to him until he returns home.
Lantaa only stirs from her thoughts of loneliness that night with a knocking of the door. She turns to see the head maid opening the door and urging her from bed for an emergency. She responds as bid, grabbing her night robe and following closely behind the older Elezen.
They cross the doorframe to the sitting room and she stops dead in her tracks.
Estinien has deposited Aymeric on the large couch and hovers nearby with his arms crossed. The maid frets and the steward attempts to ask questions of Estinein on her behalf. However, her gaze is purely on her other half. Hes come home, as he promised, but...
Lantaa suddenly finds herself at his side and not entirely sure when she moved. She falls to her knees beside him. Hands raise to his face to gently rest on his cheeks. She nudges him gently before lowering her lips to his ear so only he might hear her. ]
Aymeric, [ The familiar alluring tone is there despite her shaking voice. There is no magic or spell. Merely a statement to lure him to look at her. ] Aymeric... l-look at me. Please.
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It is a thought that settles on Lantaa as she lays in the bed her pair has shared with her. She lays on his side, curled uo with her back to the door. More than a few weeks have passed since he was called away. Letters had been exchanged per his request, but she has still felt a particular hollowing emptiness inside. Meteion and the staff have done their best to fill it, but she knows only her pair can truly fill that gap.
Time has passed to the point where his spot no longer has his indent and warmth. Yet, alongside sleeping in his shirts, it is the closest she can be to him until he returns home.
Lantaa only stirs from her thoughts of loneliness that night with a knocking of the door. She turns to see the head maid opening the door and urging her from bed for an emergency. She responds as bid, grabbing her night robe and following closely behind the older Elezen.
They cross the doorframe to the sitting room and she stops dead in her tracks.
Estinien has deposited Aymeric on the large couch and hovers nearby with his arms crossed. The maid frets and the steward attempts to ask questions of Estinein on her behalf. However, her gaze is purely on her other half. Hes come home, as he promised, but...
Lantaa suddenly finds herself at his side and not entirely sure when she moved. She falls to her knees beside him. Hands raise to his face to gently rest on his cheeks. She nudges him gently before lowering her lips to his ear so only he might hear her. ]
Aymeric, [ The familiar alluring tone is there despite her shaking voice. There is no magic or spell. Merely a statement to lure him to look at her. ] Aymeric... l-look at me. Please.