[ sometimes no words can help. often, no words can help, at least, in alisaie's case. she simply needs to feel her emotions, to let them roll over her and pass on their own, and mayhaps that is also what prompto needs right now, to release it all, to be rid of it. so she stays steadfast, her arms around him loose and comforting, but firm, unyielding, one hand to his face, her knuckles and thumb gently stroking the line of his jaw.
she definitely feels that stubble, and will get back around to that later.. ]
I know.
[ she says, with a kiss pressed to his temple, another into his dirty, sandy hair. ]
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she definitely feels that stubble, and will get back around to that later.. ]
I know.
[ she says, with a kiss pressed to his temple, another into his dirty, sandy hair. ]