[ After being in this world for as long as he has been, Prompto should know better than to let his guard down like this. Even if Alisaie hadn't told him about the Sin Eaters, he would have picked up on their existence soon enough, and how terribly dangerous they are. He's even encountered some before, out here in the dunes, but one has yet to get the better of him yet — clearly, since he's still alive and well. Still, the possibility of one lingering nearby is far from his mind as he huddles for warmth with Pea around their little campfire. It's not until the commotion nearby snaps him from his reverie that he scrambles to his feet —
Only to be met by the end of a rapier, leveled at his throat. Before the instinct to draw his weapon, his eyes fall upon the weapon's owner — and it's her. In that split moment, he isn't surprised at all, like this was meant to happen, like his heart knew who held that rapier before the dead Sin Eater so much as hit the ground, because isn't that what she does? She protects him. She keeps him safe. She is his knight in shining armor, as he has told her as much before. Of course she's the one who slew the beast that would have attacked him. Of course it's her. It's always been her.
But even if it seems like common sense to his heart, his mind is slow to comprehend, to process, and all he can do for the moment is stare at her — before remembering that he has a hood drawn over his head to protect him from the elements of the desert. Pea gets to her first, anyway, yapping excitedly, trotting around Alisaie's heels, pawing at her boots while her tail wags madly. Prompto isn't the only one who has missed her like he's missing one half of his heart.
With trembling hands, he lifts them to his hood and draws it back, and though he can scarcely find his voice, he somehow speaks regardless, his voice shaking as much as his hands are. ]
I-I had a promise to keep.
[ ...Alright, he might have been planning to use that line for awhile now. But even so, he can hardly believe that the moment has finally come. That they are reunited at last. That Alisaie is standing right here, before him. It doesn't cross his mind that she might not remember him — she must. She must. Their shared history is written indelibly upon their souls, and it has brought them both to this moment, right here, right now. ]
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Only to be met by the end of a rapier, leveled at his throat. Before the instinct to draw his weapon, his eyes fall upon the weapon's owner — and it's her. In that split moment, he isn't surprised at all, like this was meant to happen, like his heart knew who held that rapier before the dead Sin Eater so much as hit the ground, because isn't that what she does? She protects him. She keeps him safe. She is his knight in shining armor, as he has told her as much before. Of course she's the one who slew the beast that would have attacked him. Of course it's her. It's always been her.
But even if it seems like common sense to his heart, his mind is slow to comprehend, to process, and all he can do for the moment is stare at her — before remembering that he has a hood drawn over his head to protect him from the elements of the desert. Pea gets to her first, anyway, yapping excitedly, trotting around Alisaie's heels, pawing at her boots while her tail wags madly. Prompto isn't the only one who has missed her like he's missing one half of his heart.
With trembling hands, he lifts them to his hood and draws it back, and though he can scarcely find his voice, he somehow speaks regardless, his voice shaking as much as his hands are. ]
I-I had a promise to keep.
[ ...Alright, he might have been planning to use that line for awhile now. But even so, he can hardly believe that the moment has finally come. That they are reunited at last. That Alisaie is standing right here, before him. It doesn't cross his mind that she might not remember him — she must. She must. Their shared history is written indelibly upon their souls, and it has brought them both to this moment, right here, right now. ]