[ 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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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.