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alisaie leveilleur ⬤ final fantasy xiv
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moonblessing ⬤ cordis

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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!!! ]

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!! ]

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. ]