bloody tears || ❝ our fate so darkly romantic, i will never leave your side. ❞

[shepherdtostars]

bloody tears

AU PLOTLINE

The land is wrought with terror
He roams the countryside...
A journey far from doner
Racing the setting sun this battle must be won CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[shepherdtostars]

Wild tales from my Ser Aymeric? [ Lantaa feigns surprise, eyes widen and a fake gasp coming from her. ] With how reserved you are, it surely would be a surprise to many. [ Then, she smiles and gently nudges the top of his head.

His childhood must have been something far more interesting and magical than her own. Perhaps growing up in his later years knowing he was a bastard son dampened such things, but, surely it was better than her own. A cave offers little contact with others or little desire of the world outside when one knows how cruel the world is.

The fact he is older than her has not escaped her notice. While she has yet to ask how old he is, as she is certain his nature of a voidsent would lock him into a certain physical age. It is quite obvious she is younger than him by a handful of years. She wonders then if he looks at her younger age as something youthful or naive, or perhaps even childish? Surely, there are things she ought to know, and surely those things must seem obvious.

Her gaze drifts to the side as her mind begins to run away with the thoughts. So much so, that her head tilts to rub her cheek into his hair and closing her eyes once his hand moves further into her hair. Her shoulders relax and her whole person seems to almost melt against him. ]

I owe them a great debt. Without their care and love, I may have never found...

[thewayforpeace]

Truth be told, I am not sure where such imagination came from, or where it has since gone. [ He laughs quietly at the attempt at self-deprecating humor. ] It is safe to say that I am not half so amusing these days.

[ And now that his words have sunk in, and the recollection that she has not had a very happy life sinks in as well, he chastises himself. It was quite unkind of him to talk about his childhood, knowing that her own must have been quite hard indeed.

He looks at her with an apology in his gaze even as he notes how she appears to relax in response to his touch. Naturally, that means that he must continue, and continue he does, stroking her hair and occasionally twining a finger again through a strand of hair.

Perhaps it is the comforting feeling of this moment, but he feels as though he could fall into a doze once more with her still holding onto him. But before either of them can, he asks: ]

You may never have found..?

[ He waits for a moment or two, waiting for an answer, but when he glances down at her, it becomes apparent an answer is not coming, as she has seemingly drifted off herself. With nothing more to do himself, he allows his own eyes to close and he begins to doze.

It is not until several hours later that a slight commotion at the door and the sounds of someone knocking breaks through the haze of sleep and he begins to stir. ]

[shepherdtostars]

Perhaps it is something we might find together then. [ She smiles and her tail sways against his leg slightly at the idea. ] We cannot have humorless lord in Ishgard when the rest is so dreary.

[ 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. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ He is not typically one to lie about when there are things to be done or people apparently wishing to be seen, but he is so very comfortable in this moment and content to simply lie there with her in his hold that he remains still and with his eyes closed. Perhaps whoever has come will wait, or take their leave and return later.

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... ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Her ear gives a gentle twitch before she relaxes entirely against him even as she continues to sleep. A gentle whine comes from her in protest of waking at all. As such, she simply returns to sleep.

The knock once more gently happens before an older voice comes through: ] Ser Aymeric? Apologies, ser, but you have company...

[thewayforpeace]

[ The words register in his still sleeping mind, and slowly and very reluctantly, he stirs. He does so with care, so as not to disturb Lantaa, but it seems that the time for rest has ended. However, he may be able to move without waking her, and so she can sleep on.

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. ]

[notoncenotever]

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