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batb part two: electric boogaloo

[ alisaie is not afraid of the woods.

truthfully, alisaie is not afraid of much at all - not the things that most are afraid of, at least. she does not fear the dark, or wolves, or bandits. she does not fear loud storms or knives in the dark of faerie tale monsters stalking haunted forests. what she fears is being along. grieving. losing those she loves.

and that is why she is here. alisaie has ridden tirelessly through the night, driving baptiste hard over the hard, wintry earth, her breath frozen in her lungs, the frigid wind stinging her cheeks and ears and eyes. alphinaud is her entire world. he is all that she has, all of her family that remains, and the thought of living her life without him, moving forward alone..

she would rather not move forward at all.

and so she will find him, regardless of he consequence, heedless of the potential danger, for without him, she has no life at all.

baptiste remembers the way, and though she can feel the tension and fear in the body of the horse beneath her, still they press on, hooves slamming hard into the earth, empty branches pulling at her hair, whipping over their heads. the forest seems to go on and on, deeper and deeper into darkness and mist, until at long, long last the space opens up, and a dark castle looms ahead, its twisted spires climbing into the gray sky, its gloomy edifice frowning down as she approaches the wrought iron gates choked with decayed vines.

alisaie is not afraid of much, yet still the sight of it sends a chill down her spine.

what is this place? she's heard of no such estate as this - a castle, so close to the village? how have there been no stories? no history? she has ridden less than a day to find her brother, not far from home at all, and yet.. there is nothing in their books about this great castle, no tall tales, nothing at all. it is a phantom. still, somehow it feels familiar to her.. like a memory of a dream's dream.

exhaling a shudder, alisaie slides from baptiste's back, leading him to an icy, overgrown brook for a drink, looping the reins over a strong, bare branch before at last she approaches the castle. it's silent, sinister, but she.. she has no choice. if this is where alphinaud is, then she must press forward. the rusted gates groan, splitting the silence, and alisaie approaches the great doors, the old rotten oak swinging beneath her weight as she slips carefully into the great, dark foyer. ]

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[ he looks to her, and she meets his gaze. at first she had found it difficult to read him. his body language had been so tight and closed, and his face is capable of only so much expression, restricted by the limits of his anatomy, but now it is so easy. not only does he use the shape of his body much more easily to convey his feelings, but she can now look into his eyes, hold his gaze for longer than the briefest of moments, and there is so very much expression in them. clear and blue as the sky, they radiate his emotions so powerfully that he may as well be broadcasting his heart across the heavens.

the very same affection is reflected in her own smile, in her hooded eyes, and the way she lays one hand over one of his own. ]

.. Prompto.

[ she rolls the name over her tongue, and it feels foreign and strange and new. somehow she had known in the back of her mind that he must have had a name, musn't he? the servants have only ever addressed him as the knight, and maybe her curiosity would have ended there if she had thought that he was simply an automaton and nothing more, nuts and bolts all the way through. but he is not, he is a man, a man held together by will and magic, and so before he was what he is now, he must have been someone else - someone with a family, a story, a name. ]

It suits you.

[ To hear someone call him by that name, to own it, to hear it in her voice — it's bliss, and his expression melts into a smile, his eyes falling shut so he can focus on the way it had sounded coming from her. Prompto. Yes...he is Prompto. He may still be the Knight, but he was a boy once, too. A young, naive boy, but he had believed in so much, and fought alongside his friends. He doesn't want to hide from his past. Not anymore.

Not with her. ]

You think so? I guess I am pretty punctual...

[ He jokes, bumping his shoulder gently to hers. ]

...You can call me that, if you like.

I will.

[ if that is what he wants, at least. but given the way he smiles, and how his body seems to release a tension that he has been holding for a long time, she can't imagine that he doesn't. it is his name, after all. who he is. the spirit beneath the cold metal, and behind the tall, strong walls she has slowly broken down.

prompto.

~~shouldn't it be promptus??~~

anyway, alisaie scratches the chocobo beneath the chin one last time, and drops the remainder of the greens onto the snow at the birds feet, before she's sliding her arms around.. prompto's arm again. ]

Shall we, then? I'm a bit chilly. We can come back tomorrow, if you like.

[ He could stay out here with a chocobo all day, but he knows it can hardly be all that comfortable for her, and so Prompto gives the bird one more pat before rising to his feet, patting her hands as she takes a hold of his arm. ]

I would like that.

[ He actually wants to try again, to be outside, to see what waits for him beyond this castle's walls. There's so much out there, and he's been closed off for so long, to so many things. ]

Now, you look like you could do with a little hot cocoa.

[ And he got pretty good at brewing that when she was sick!! ]

[ the chocobo is perfectly happy to dig into the leftover greens, and there are still plenty of sunflower seeds left scattered across the ground to keep the little birds busy and fed for the day. perhaps tomorrow, they will have more. ]

That sounds lovely..

[ she hums through a sigh - like the animals, alisaie's heart is also in her stomach. giving him a little tug, she starts forward on the path, though it isn't long before she's releasing her hold on his arm in order to dash forward, sprinting through the snow!! ]

.. but not as lovely as beating you back to the castle!

[ bye sucker!! ]

[ Ah...he trusts her with his name, and immediately she hits betray...

Alisaie takes off like a bolt, leaving him in the dust, immobile in the snow, but after the shock wears off, he launches himself after her. She's shorter than most humans, but up against his extra-long robo legs, she doesn't stand a chance, even with her head start!!!

So he quickly begins to gain on her, a free-spirited laugh tearing free from him as he pursues her. When was the last time he ran like this, too? This is a day of many firsts...or firsts for the second time, as it were. ]

I'm on your tail, slow poke!

[ She cannot escape him!!! ]

[ hehehe!!!

honestly.. it's been quite some time since alisaie has enjoyed a moment like this, as well. certainly not so long as it has been for him, but even before her arrival and subsequent imprisonment here she had been a.. somber girl, more out of necessity than nature. she's actually quite fun and mischievous at heart, but living alone with only her brother in a town full of humans, mourning the too-recent passing of her dearest grandfather..

it had dampened her spirit. she's been less herself, drawing further and further inward, but now, here.. she feels more herself than she has in years.

she also knows quite well that she's going to veritably get her arse handed to her in this race, but by thaliak she's going to give it her all. alisaie is a quick girl with long legs, so at the very least she will not be making it easy for him!! as she begins to draw nearer to the castle's kitchen doors, however, she takes a great risk to turn halfway toward him, sticking out her tongue. ]

Eat my-

[ thwump.

whatever she had wanted him to eat is forever a mystery now, for she is no longer looking forward, and she misses the gnarled root stuck up from the snow just ahead of her. her foot catches, and down she goes, splat.. directly onto her face.

it is now alisaie who is eating snow. ]

[ Ah...here lies Alisaie Leveilleur. She died as she lived, being a massive gremlin.

Prompto has nearly caught up with her when she turns to taunt, and he has to nimbly step over her once she falls to avoid, you know, stepping on her and squashing her in a way that would probably put a damper on the days activities. It shouldn't be funny, she could be seriously hurt, and to be sure, as soon as she falls, Prompto is quickly sliding onto his knees at her side to check on her. That was quite the fall! ]

Alisaie! A-are you o — are you o-kkk—

[ ...He is doing his best to stifle his laughter, but his efforts are meager at best. It was just the perfect karmic timing, and the way she fell...

Before he can stop himself, a roaring laugh bellows out of him, loud and boisterous and full of mirth. ]

[ how dare he laugh at her in this way.......

she is perfectly fine and in one piece, the blow came mainly at the expense of her pride, so when alisaie scrambles to sit up she is red as a beet, snow in her hair and clinging to her face, her entire expression twisted up in petulant fury. how could she have fallen like this!! how could that tree root have betrayed her so deeply!!

how could he laugh at her so hard!!!!!!!!!! ]

Oh, shut up you -- !

[ she starts, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and without another thought she's balling up snow in her gloved hands and flinging it right into his smug, laughing face!! and trying very hard not to also laugh.. ]

[ Yeah, yeah, he sees her trying to hold back her laughter there!! Right before...he sees a snowball launched into his face. While it doesn't hurt, it is absolutely a shock of cold right in his mug, and it leaves his stunned and sputtering. Did she just...did she really just...

Remember when he was big and intimidating and broody??? Would she have ever dared to throw a snowball at that version of him...

Regardless of his surprise, he is quick to retaliate, scooping up a considerable amount of snow into his hands and dumping it right on top of her head.

He's got the advantage here, as well. ]

Ha! Two can play that game!

[ .. i mean, she probably sure would have thrown a snowball at scary brooding prompto because she has no survival instinct and doesn't afraid of anything, but she is definitely much more comfortable doing it now, at least. no fear whatsoever, now that she knows he is a giant softie.

and wow, that is a lot of snow?? it's so cold!! she gives a shout of surprise when the frigid snow tumbles down her collar. ]

Oh, how dare you!

[ it's on, now!! alisaie does a big cheat and calls the aether to her hands, using the wind to kick up a great big wall of snow right into his face.. ]

[ How dare he? How dare she, bringing her magic into this!!! It's a flagrant violation of the rules, which of course, are hard and fast in a game of snowball fight. Prompto veritably squawks in surprise when the wall of snow collides with him, and he it sends him staggering back...but he does not fall. ]

Oh, now you're asking for it!

[ He is gathering up the largest snowball he can manage, which is saying something, because of giant robo body and arms. She is going down. So much for being worried about her being hurt... ]

[ that is a big snowball..

but alisaie isn't afraid. she's got cheater magic!! cheater magic that she doesn't even need tbh, because as soon as hes got that gigantic snowball made and is lifting it to assault her with, alisaie flings a very precise snowball of her own, nailing him right in the face!!

try to throw that now, smart guy!! ]

[ Ah, right in the kisser. Maybe he should have left her locked up in the dungeon after all...

With his arms full of snow, Prompto can do nothing to wipe the snow from his face, meaning it takes him a few moments to shake loose the flakes of ice from his eyes. Which leaves him vulnerable for a few moments longer...but as soon as he can see her even a little, he lobs his massive snowball at her, a cannonball of cold, wet destruction. ]

[ i was setting u up for the movie and u missed it, nerd!!

but now the bell tolleth for her.. alisaie had expected him to lose his grip on the giant snowball, so she had no real defense plan to speak of, and they are standing close enough to one another that there is no chance of escape.

she tries anyway, managing to scramble back a few steps but there's no avoiding it, the snowball hits her like an avalanche and she goes down with a shout, buried. she's dead now. rip. the curse will never be lifted. ]

[ Oh...I had to look up the scene to remember what you meant and now I feel like a sham...

Instead, Alisaie is dead now, buried in a grave of snow. Maybe he went a tad bit overboard with that snowball, but, look, look! she cheated and used magic, he was just using his advantage!!

Not even trying to restrain his laughter this time, he kneels down next to her once again, beginning to brush away the snow and offering her a hand up. ]

Alright there, my lady?

[ fake fan tbh..

how kind of him to dig out her body. alisaie is veritably covered in snow, much of which she shakes off like a dog, scowling directly at him. ]

Oh, take your my lady and shove it up your arse!

[ She's so very delicate. This reaction does nothing to stop him from laughing however, even as he helps her back to her feet, reaching over to thoughtless brush some snow from her hair. ]

S-sorry, you just — you just should've seen the look on your face...

[ Were their positions reverse, she'd be having a field day and she knows it! ]

I suppose our race ended in a draw, huh?

[ yeah ofc she would be screaming laughing, but that is not what is happening here okay!! she looks quite put out, but not.. furious, at least?? she's just a sore loser who has snow down her bodice, pay her no mind. ]

How kind of you..

[ she got in a few good ones but come on, there's a clear winner here. he's just trying to be nice!! ]

You can repay my for that egregious attack on my person with double hot chocolate.

I guess that's only fair...

[ He chuckles, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder as they move inside. He thinks nothing of it at the moment — it was, after all, a common sign of camaraderie among himself and his friends. Prompto used to be such a touchy-feely person, and while he doesn't want to step over any boundaries, they've grown close enough to allow for this, he thinks. ]

C'mon. Let's get you warmed up.

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