[ 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. ]
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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.