𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. (
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bloody tears || ❝ our fate so darkly romantic, i will never leave your side. ❞
He roams the countryside...
A journey far from doner
Racing the setting sun this battle must be won
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[ His apologetic look is simply met with a beaming smile. While her childhood may not have been good? The fact that his has been well means far more to her. It is best that one of them had a good childhood instead of both of their lives being so upsetting.
I may have never found you.
She answers him, but perhaps she merely thinks it as opposed to answering him out loud. She has drifted off as he notes, from merely him playing with her hair. How long has it been since someone brushed her hair? The notion alone is calming, but the fact he is the one doing it is what truly puts her at ease.
Her beloved.
The commotion doesn't stir her. She instead has moved more into his arms as she has slept, curling her tail around her, and her ears twitching. She curls against him further once the door has been answered. Moments later footsteps come to their door. Then, a gentle knock follows. Lantaa rolls to her side, hiding her face in his chest, but continues to sleep. ]
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When she hides her face, even while half-asleep, he reaches for her ear and gives it a sleepy stroke. If they could simply remain like this for a little while longer, he would have no complaints.
But the knock sounds once more, and Aymeric's only response is a slight frown. If the waking world would only wait... ]
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The knock once more gently happens before an older voice comes through: ] Ser Aymeric? Apologies, ser, but you have company...
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He moves slowly, hoping to slide from the bed and away from her, although that is the last thing that he wants, eyes fixed on her, looking for any signs that he has disturbed her.
If he can manage it, he intends to cross from the bed to the door, speak with the steward, and then make himself presentable for whoever has come to visit.
As luck would have it, she remains asleep, and so he does what he needs to before leaving their room and going to speak with their visitors. He finishes exchanging the token pleasantries with Reid (because Estinien does a good job of appearing uninterested) when he hears the door behind him open and he turns slightly to glance at it. ]
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