Oh, he knows that look! Not a day goes by that Ariane or Estinien or some other trusted friend isn't gently admonishing him for being such a workaholic. Even without the responsibilities of overseeing an entire nation weighing on his shoulders, he still has his duty to protect Hraesvalgr's territory from interlopers, not to mention acting as an emissary between human and dragonkind. He cannot resign himself to a life of idleness, but he has learned to share the burden of his work among others. After all, Zenith wasn't built in a day, nor by a single pair of hands. And the reconstruction efforts would be no different.
"Then I will simply inform Lucia that our next visit to Ishgard is purely for pleasure." His lips quirk into a wry grin. "I am certain that whatever business might need my attention can be delegated to other qualified individuals."
In other words, Lucia will handle it with her customary aplomb, as she has always done.
As Ariane's hands fold against his, Aymeric's eyes widen, lips parting with a soft exhalation of breath. She already knows? But how?
His fingers spread wide against her lower abdomen, pressing gently for a firmer contact. She's not far along enough for him to feel a physical presence, but he swears he can sense that spark of aether flicker a little brighter, almost as if in response to his touch.
"I know," he says softly, his voice wavering with too many emotions to name. "I've known for a while now, but I was trying to find the right moment to tell you..."
He nuzzles against her hair, huffing a laugh. "Ariane, my love. You're going to be a mother!"
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Date: 2021-12-03 05:10 am (UTC)"Then I will simply inform Lucia that our next visit to Ishgard is purely for pleasure." His lips quirk into a wry grin. "I am certain that whatever business might need my attention can be delegated to other qualified individuals."
In other words, Lucia will handle it with her customary aplomb, as she has always done.
As Ariane's hands fold against his, Aymeric's eyes widen, lips parting with a soft exhalation of breath. She already knows? But how?
His fingers spread wide against her lower abdomen, pressing gently for a firmer contact. She's not far along enough for him to feel a physical presence, but he swears he can sense that spark of aether flicker a little brighter, almost as if in response to his touch.
"I know," he says softly, his voice wavering with too many emotions to name. "I've known for a while now, but I was trying to find the right moment to tell you..."
He nuzzles against her hair, huffing a laugh. "Ariane, my love. You're going to be a mother!"