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this is here now

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[ It's almost like a dream, to be with her like this again, after so many weeks where he was afraid they might fall apart. They make it home hand in hand, hearts still warm and full, greeting Pea with joy and relief. They shower together, washing away the sand and sweat, but also the hurts and regrets they had inflicted on one another. They dress in warm, comfortable, familiar clothes, together, no longer afraid of sharing too much, of being too close. They are reclaiming themselves, and though the night is deep and late by the time they finish up, he isn't quite ready for bed yet. He still needs to unwind.

So he's only too happy to spend a little more time with Alisaie before they head off to sleep, his hair (and fur) fluffy and damp and his clothing loose and comfortable. His tail wags lazily behind him as he accepts the mug Alisaie presses into his hands, his smile warm and earnest as she settles down onto the sofa.

This is so, so nice. ]

Thanks, sweetie...smells great.

[ And because he's an idiot, he takes a sip right away. It scalds a bit going down, but it is good!!! ]

[fearlessly]

I said be careful!

[ that isn't careful, prompto!! she sees that flinch. but if he wants a weird-feeling burned spot on his tongue then she cannot stop him.

with her own mug cupped between her hands, alisaie drops down onto the sofa beside him, pressed near to his side. she's spent the last few weeks keeping her distance, shying away from contact, but now it as if a cord has been cut and she can allow herself to feel closeness again, to appreciate being near to him. he's warm, and he smells so good and familiar.. ]

I told you it was hot.

[ she says, turning her head to nudge his cheek with her nose, and press a brief kiss to the corner of his stupid burned mouth, before she's carefully blowing the steam from the surface of her own mug. ]

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[ While he would have been more than willing to give her some space if she needed some after how...intense their earlier rendezvous had been, it's no small comfort when Alisaie instead chooses to press right up against him. Prompto maneuvers so he can wind an arm around her, Alisaie's head situated comfortably against his shoulder. His mouth curls beneath her lips, before he rests his cheek against the top of her head, trying another sip of tea after blowing on his mug. ]

Noooot as hot as you, honey pie!

[ Didn't she miss his stupid flattery????

He falls silent then, sipping his tea before pressing a soft kiss behind one of her furred ears. It's a few moments before he speaks again. ]

...this is nice.

[ He missed this. Just...existing next to her, alongside her, in a way that just fits. ]

[fearlessly]

[ she did not miss it even one iota no..

but she did miss this, yes, being near to him, being near to anyone, really. it's comforting, and honestly.. relaxing. even before norvrandt, alisaie always kept things in, held her head high, always carrying a tension deep in her gut that she never let go, or allowed anyone to see.

until prompto came along, at least, and carefully pried down her walls and braved the fire around her heart. a year in the first had seen those walls raised again, higher and stronger than ever, but somehow they have found their way through them again, broken and bruised and bleeding, but together. ]

It is.

[ she agrees, and takes a long, slow sip of tea, one leg sliding over his to hook over his knee. ]

I'm sorry I.. that I..

[ she starts, then purses her lips tightly together. ]

For everything.

[punshots]

[ Of course, Prompto has already forgiven her. He had forgiven her the moment she apologized the first time, when they were undone in the sands on the beach, but it's still important to hear the words now, too, after they've had time to calm down, when their emotions aren't so wildly rampant. He exhales a low, quiet breath through his nose, a smile just curling his lips. ]

...Me, too. Whether or not I had a point, I...I didn't have to get so harsh, and I-I wasn't supposed to let myself get carried away like that again. I'm sorry.

[ It doesn't matter who was right. He still shouldn't have talked to her like that, and even if he's been frustrated and afraid, that was no excuse to lash out like he had. He never wants to yell at her like that again, with the intention to hurt, to win. ]

I...I knew you needed more time. I'm...sorry I didn't give you more.

[ He would wait for her forever, but he didn't do a great job at proving that. She was right about him, too. He is too needy, and maybe he asks for too much. ]

[fearlessly]

[ she hadn't apologized to earn an apology in return, so alisaie is quick to shake her head. ]

Gods only know how much time I would have needed. It was unfair to make you wait.

[ given enough time, yes, she.. would have come around. it would have been difficult, and slow, and painful for them both to wait and wait and wait, so even though their argument tonight had been difficult, it was probably for the best. mayhaps it was not right of him to push her, but neither would it be right for her to string him along for moons and moons if not longer, waiting for her to figure herself out.

honestly, there was simply no.. good or easy way through this situation.

they are past it now, at least. she need only be sure that he knows that she is sorry, that she regrets just how long she made him wait, and respects how painful it was for him to hang in limbo for so long. it may have been a year for her, but for prompto it had been only a handful of days since he had a loving, happy girlfriend who cared for him and was not afraid to show it. ]

The moons gave us little enough choice. In the end, I suppose it was for the better.

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[ He still doesn't like it, that it came to that at all, but...she's right, too. Whether they liked out it unfolded or not, now they are here, together, touching and speaking and reclaiming who they are as a couple, instead of spending yet another agonizing night apart. Now they can heal. They can work on what they've struggled with, and they can do it while supporting one another.

After another pull of his tea, he sets it down on the coffee table, but only so he can nestle closer to her, winding both arms around her middle now, and hooking his chin over her shoulder. Did she miss his octopus arms in addition to his cheesy lines? ]

...Yeah. All's well that ends well. But y'know, we've got a lot of cuddling to catch up on now...lots of hand-holding...lots of kisses...

[ He's joking. Mostly. But now that the walls are down between them again, he won't be refraining from physical contact, to say the least. ]

[fearlessly]

[ it's almost.. strange how easy this feels now, how loving him properly again has come back to her like the flip of a switch. mere hours ago she would have shied from his kiss, flinched from his touch, had nothing to give but tense and awkward silence in response to his sweet words.

but now.. now it feels as natural as breathing, like it had once before, a long year ago. her body had remembered, and her heard, but her mind had struggled - now it, too, remembers how to love him, how to allow herself nearness and affection and complete trust. his arms wind around her like an octopus, and she relaxes into them, all of her weight slumping effortlessly against him, though both hands still remain cradling her mug. she isn't ready to relinquish it, even for cuddles.

in fact, she takes another sip. ]

It sounds like you're simply looking for an excuse to be spoiled.

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[ Ah, she's caught on to his master plan..but honestly, he's already feeling spoiled enough. Despite how intense their encounter on the beach had been, he would have understood if she needed some distance afterwards, to put the pieces of her heart in order again after they had yelled and kissed and touched. It feels like a dream, to be holding her like this, when not so long ago, even a hand on her shoulder seemed like asking too much. But it isn't a dream, and she's letting him as close as she once did, and he won't question it.

Even if her many tails don't make cuddling as easy as usual...at least they're soft and cuddly too. ]

Nah, I won't charge interest, promise. [ A beat. ] Seriously, though, if any of this isn't okay...

[ He figures it is, or she wouldn't be relaxing against him like this, but still, he wants to make it perfectly clear that she doesn't owe him anything. It's only a joke. ]

action; foxy daito time

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[ For all the trouble it might've taken them to get here, there's no denying that Amegahara is a beautiful city, unlike one he has ever seen before — and that's saying something, given all the worlds they've been to at this point. The city is rife with things to do and see, and Prompto has his camera ever at the ready in accordance, his memory card already chock full of pictures of the city.

As they have plenty of time to kill now that they're here, it's like something of a vacation, a little getaway. Not that living in Lunatia isn't always kind of a vacation, but this is different. It's a perfect excuse for dates, if nothing else, and as he's still eager to establish the routine of their lives once again, in establishing the normalcy of their relationship.

So he's asked Alisaie out tonight, for a some doughnuts and a little blowing (glass, what did you think I meant). Their first stop—

A little shop called Sweet & Holesome. Hand in hand with Alisaie, Prompto presses near to the glass display case, eyeing a doughnut that is decorated to look like a cake. ]

I can feel myself gaining weight just lookin' at it...

[ Is he still gonna eat one? Hell yeah. He can go for an extra long run in the morning, it's fine!! ]

[fearlessly]

[ prompto isn't the only one trying to get back to normal. alisaie doesn't necessarily want to be entirely normal, she does not want to forget her time in norvrandt, or let it dull her sharp edge too much for fear of falling into complacency, but living as she was living, ever on edge and focused on threats that were not real was not feasible. she was burning out, self-destructing, and she needs to face the fact that she is here, that she may very well be here for a long time. there may yet be work to do in norvrandt, sure, but at least the worst is over, she needn't worry about the fate of the first, she can focus her efforts here, where she is.

everything has been easier since she allowed herself to break a little.

easy enough that she can be absurdly excited about something so simple as a doughnut, now. leaning into the glass, alisaie is all but pressing her nose to it, sweeping her eyes hungrily over the array of confections laid out seductively before them. ]

They look exquisite..

[ she breathes through a soft, wistful sigh, before she's turning to gently pinch at his side. ]

Yes, I think there is a love handle forming as we speak.

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[ Maybe he should have saved the doughnut shop to be their last stop, because he knows just how much Alisaie adores sweets and this will certainly leave her in a good mood...wink wonk. Some of these doughnuts are even kind of...uh, suggestive, not that...doughnuts exactly put Prompto in the mood to get frisky.

But they do put him in the mood to be sweet, and even as she pinches his side, he chuckles and nuzzles to her temple, already grossly affectionate like ten minutes into the date. ]

Hey! These love handles are for you, so you better appreciate 'em.

[ Then, he turns his attention back to the dessert case. ]

So...which one are you gonna try first?

[ First of many, presumably. ]

[fearlessly]

[ they sure put alisaie in the mood to get fricky!! has he even listened to the filthy sounds she makes when devouring a particularly delectable treat? lewd, i tell you. ]

You ask me to choose a favorite star in the sky.

[ she says, dramatically, through a wistful sigh. ]

I suppose I shall have to try one of each, to be thorough.

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[ He sure has listened to those sounds, and probably been a bit jealous, tbh. Pastries get those reactions out of her much easier than he can... ]

One of...

[ His eyes go wide as he glances down at her — there are enough doughnuts here to equal her body weight. But then again, he knows to not underestimate her.

He lifts a brow. ]

Alright, Leveilleur. We'll get one of each, buuut I bet I can eat more of 'em than you can.

[ Gauntlet: thrown down. ]

[fearlessly]

[ sorry prompto, sugar was her first love.. you mean the world to her, but how can he compare to a cream stuffed doughnut? or a lava cake oozing with fudge? or a fresh, warm cookie straight out of the oven, still soft in the middle? i'm so hungry now..

but she rewards him, at least, with a broad, shining smile when she turns to him, slipping her arms through one of his and giving it a squeeze. ]

Oh, you are begging to be dragged through the mud, aren't you?

[ has he even seen her go wild on a cake?? skinny salad runner boy doesn't stand a chance.. shes already dragging him inside!! ]

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[ I'm hungry too, how could you do this to us both...

And yeah, he kind of knew how this would end before he even suggested it, but it's worth it just to see her smile like that. Chuckling warmly, he follows her into the shop, squeezing her wrist before dropping his voice just a smidge. ]

Let's sweeten the pot... [ He nudges his nose to her temple, murmuring: ] Loser eats a doughnut off the winner later tonight?

[ There's really no loser in this situation, but whatever, this sexy doughnut town has him feeling all randy!! ]

[fearlessly]

[ ahh, it smells even better inside than she had hoped it would.. this sexy doughnut town is amazing. they can live here forever. alisaie is just about ready to lean in toward the display cabinet when prompto offers his little deal. this foolish boy..

her happy smile curves subtly into a sharp, malicious smirk, and she leans up to brish her nose to his ear, whispering - ]

You had best save room, then, or you'll be far too full to lick the whipped cream off of my thighs tonight.

[ lewd!!!!! and confident. alisaie uses FEMININE WILES. she doesn't plan to lose, prompto, so he'd better prepare his gut for tonight when he's got to eat ten doughnuts off of her after she inevitably beats his ass at this!! ]

sliiide to the left

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[ It feels different for him, too. He's kissing her, he can feel it, but the warmth of her mouth is just a bit more distant, the brush of her lips somewhat faint. But it's growing stronger — slowly, but surely, the deeper this kiss becomes. Her lips part against his, and a soft sigh rises from his chest.

Gods, it hasn't been long at all, but he missed this.

His hands drop from her face to take her own within them, squeezing them as his nose bumps against her own. It still doesn't feel quite solid, but it's closer, and then his tongue is curling into her mouth, gliding over her own, seeking the warmth that still eludes him. ]

[fearlessly]

[ well now it's time for her to probably be tonguing the air...

but she can feel him better now, at least - it's still strange, still different, but there is enough there for her to know what to do, how to react, how to feel. his kiss might feel distant and cold but it is still familiar, still the same kiss she has known for a long, long time, and it's as simple as breathing to lean into it, to part her lips and shiver at the sweet, oddly chilly touch of his tongue.

his hands are around hers, she knows they are his hands now, she can feel his fingers, his palms, mayhaps because he is growing closer to her, but also perhaps because her eyes are closed and she is better able to feel the shape of him, the meaning of him.

a soft murmur echoes between their mouths and she presses in nearer, her fingers weaving through his own with familiar ease. why did she think this would be difficult? ]

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[ It isn't difficult at all, and even the strangeness about it is somehow tantalizing. Moonlacing already feels amazing to begin with, each kiss and touch charged with just a little bit more thanks to their designation as Moonblessed, but this is something different, something new. She breathes against his mouth, his heart rate slowly ticking up, while he continues to kiss her, deep and warm and exploratory, pulling her bottom lip taut between his teeth. ]

Mm...think it's...working...

[ He murmurs between kisses and breaths, before stepping back — but only so he can settled back against the sofa, pulling her right along with him.

...Fortunately he is solid enough to not fall right through it. ]

[fearlessly]

[ he's moving away, leaving a cold empty space between them that must be filled, but before she can think to ask why she feels the gentle tug of his hands leading her to the sofa. her eyes flicker open, and she still cannot.. see him, there is a solidity to the space he occupies, a shimmering ripple in the aether far stronger than before.

his hands are still in hers, and as she drops onto the sofa she squeezes them gently, almost experimentally, and leans nearer. when she inhales deeply she can almost smell his skin. ]

How do you.. feel?

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[ I mean, he feels great, because not only has he made contact, but now they're making out and circumstances notwithstanding, that's never something that doesn't feel great. It's even better after a few days of going unseen and unheard, like he's coming home again, filling in the spaces where he belongs.

But he knows what she means by that question, so after a moment, he answers between breaths: ]

...Better.

[ It might be difficult to put his finger on what exactly has changed, he does feel better, and so he can only assume that this is working, and they should try more of it. She doesn't seem to truly see him yet, and so there is still work to do. They'll just have to kiss some more, what will they ever do!!!

Leaning in to kiss her once more, his hands slip from hers, but only so they can wind around her, offering her whatever semblance of warmth and security they can. ]

[fearlessly]

[ it's a bizarre, almost eerie feeling to be enclosed in arms that you cannot really see, but it is difficult to not feel entirely at home in them for their familiarity, and the comfortable energy all around her. moonlacing with him now, like this, feels no different from how it normally does, it's the same warmth, the same heat and irresistible temptation, the same bubbling happiness, all the usual sensations and emotions that come along with being with him.

how in hell he got himself into this situation is certainly something she's going to be drilling him for soon enough, though..

still, now that they are on the sofa, alisaie can reach to flick off the lamp beside them; this will all be so much simpler without needing to see, the dimness around them a companionable comfort. it's easier now to tip her head into the kiss, to tease his lower lip with her teeth, and arch leisurely into the warmth of his hold. ]

[punshots]

[ He got dragged to the underworld or something, it's no big. They can chat about it later, when he's (hopefully) reformed. Not now when they are making out and getting frisky on the couch!!! Though he can still see his own body (because ghost rules), it does feel more natural when she flicks off the light and can lean more into what she feels as opposed to what she sees.

Carefully, he leans back with her still in his arms, holding her secure against his chest as he tastes her mouth, a soft sigh passing between his lips as they slip to move along her jaw and up to her ear, lavishing attention upon her sensitive skin there. ]

Ali...

[ He breathes, his voice almost plaintive. Gods, he's missed her so much, and in more ways than he can name. ]

[fearlessly]

[ though he's been missing only a few days, it feels longer for how worried she has been, for all the moments she wondered if she would see him again, or if the fates had at last seen fit to pull them apart. for all prompto has done his very best to convince her that he will always be with her, that they shall find a way, alisaie is not so optimistic; she would love to believe it, but they are from different worlds, and she knows full well how incredibly difficult it is to pass between shards.

not to mention.. she remembers still how she had forgotten him so completely when last she was home, and the times before then. what if they take her from her memory forever? what happens when the day comes that she goes home and does not return, and he is erased from her life entirely?

these are the thoughts that have plagued her, and so the relief that he is here, if not entirely himself, is overwhelming. each kiss is exquisite, sweet and warm and almost like new. he pulls her against him, his arms that had so recently been as wind feeling solid and strong and warm. and then he is murmuring her name, and alisaie smiles tremulously against his mouth, slipping her fingers into his hair. ]

I love you, too.