"Now who do I know who works too hard?" she says, with that particular impish smile on her face that's reserved for teasing Aymeric specifically. He's not wrong! Even after stepping out from beneath the Scions' banner, she's managed to find about a hundred things to keep her busy, and that's when it's not her turn to look after their small army of dragonlings. But really now, he's scarcely better!
Ariane plants a playful kiss on his chin. "I know you, Aymeric de Borel. If business doesn't find me, it'll find you. That's not to say I'd turn down a vacation..."
She trails off, looking down at his hand. Coincidence, surely? Just a convenient place to rest it. Certainly she never seems to keep her hands off his belly for long when he's full of eggs. She's reading too much into a small gesture, finding intent where there can't be, because it reflects her intention to tell him. Still...
The whole ride home (at least, the part of it she was awake for,) she had been turning over and over in her head the best way to break the news. Should she ease into it, or just tell him straight away? Shall she present it with a bardly flourish, or is the news itself sufficiently dramatic that it needs none? Would it be best to wait until after dinner? Somehow, it hadn't occurred to her until now that the best way to say it might be not to say it at all.
Ariane smiles, the meltingly soft smile of a heart that's full to overflowing. She folds both of her hands over his and pushes it a little lower, closer to her womb. Looking up into his eyes, she holds his gaze and scarcely breathes, watching for the spark of understanding...
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Date: 2021-12-03 04:15 am (UTC)Ariane plants a playful kiss on his chin. "I know you, Aymeric de Borel. If business doesn't find me, it'll find you. That's not to say I'd turn down a vacation..."
She trails off, looking down at his hand. Coincidence, surely? Just a convenient place to rest it. Certainly she never seems to keep her hands off his belly for long when he's full of eggs. She's reading too much into a small gesture, finding intent where there can't be, because it reflects her intention to tell him. Still...
The whole ride home (at least, the part of it she was awake for,) she had been turning over and over in her head the best way to break the news. Should she ease into it, or just tell him straight away? Shall she present it with a bardly flourish, or is the news itself sufficiently dramatic that it needs none? Would it be best to wait until after dinner? Somehow, it hadn't occurred to her until now that the best way to say it might be not to say it at all.
Ariane smiles, the meltingly soft smile of a heart that's full to overflowing. She folds both of her hands over his and pushes it a little lower, closer to her womb. Looking up into his eyes, she holds his gaze and scarcely breathes, watching for the spark of understanding...
She nods. "Soon."