[That all-too familiar bolt of levin shoots through Aymeric the moment their fingers brush. He looks up at Estinien, almost startled by the intensity of his voice and the contact they make. The declaration that follows leaves little time to him to catch his breath, either.
To fight a god -- To blaspheme for him. It should have made him shrivel, the idea of his dearest friend being damned, simply to make a statement regarding his own honor. Yet there's a romance to it, the likes of which was better contained to more salacious reading materials. A fantasy, rather than the tale shared between Ishgard's beloved Lord Speaker and her former Azure Dragoon.
With a swallow, Aymeric turns his hands 'round within Estinien's grasp. There's a delicacy to his grasp, as if fearing that holding too tight might make the entire moment shatter around him. He hesitates, even as he laces their fingers together.]
I would not have that, Estinien. I could not bear you being barred from her halls for me. But... it matters not. [He squeezes Estinien's hands, just barely.] We are worlds away from doctrine and decree. If ever there was a time for us to be at peace, and ever a desire for you to share that with me, 'twould be here.
[How he longs to cling to that moment, to pretend that Estinien's vitriol perhaps meant more than that it did. He wanted to keep those fingers laced between his for ages, perhaps never to let go.
Instead, his grip loosens. He shifts back, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.]
'Tis not solely for me to decide, however. While I suspect it is the truth that my heart yearns for yours, I will not declare the same in reverse. It is your decision as well.
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To fight a god -- To blaspheme for him. It should have made him shrivel, the idea of his dearest friend being damned, simply to make a statement regarding his own honor. Yet there's a romance to it, the likes of which was better contained to more salacious reading materials. A fantasy, rather than the tale shared between Ishgard's beloved Lord Speaker and her former Azure Dragoon.
With a swallow, Aymeric turns his hands 'round within Estinien's grasp. There's a delicacy to his grasp, as if fearing that holding too tight might make the entire moment shatter around him. He hesitates, even as he laces their fingers together.]
I would not have that, Estinien. I could not bear you being barred from her halls for me. But... it matters not. [He squeezes Estinien's hands, just barely.] We are worlds away from doctrine and decree. If ever there was a time for us to be at peace, and ever a desire for you to share that with me, 'twould be here.
[How he longs to cling to that moment, to pretend that Estinien's vitriol perhaps meant more than that it did. He wanted to keep those fingers laced between his for ages, perhaps never to let go.
Instead, his grip loosens. He shifts back, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.]
'Tis not solely for me to decide, however. While I suspect it is the truth that my heart yearns for yours, I will not declare the same in reverse. It is your decision as well.