[ the figure moves, shifts, alisaie's rapier trained steadily on his throat - and before even she lays eyes on him, she hears his voice, a sound so familiar to her that even after these many, many long moons, she remembers it as if she heard it yesterday.
a chill washes down her spine instantly, cold as ice, and alisaie inhales sharply. ]
Pr..
[ she starts, her voice thin, and then he is pushing his hood back, revealing a head of blonde hair, a freckled face, his eyes trained on her, and it's as if the ground drops out from beneath her feet, her entire chest constricting. ]
Prompto -
[ his name is like a breath in her lungs, and the rapier trembles in her grasp, then clatters immediately to the sands. pea runs circles around her feet, scratching at her boots and crying sharply, another familiar voice, another sweet face. is this a dream? she has dreamt this dream so many times.. ]
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a chill washes down her spine instantly, cold as ice, and alisaie inhales sharply. ]
Pr..
[ she starts, her voice thin, and then he is pushing his hood back, revealing a head of blonde hair, a freckled face, his eyes trained on her, and it's as if the ground drops out from beneath her feet, her entire chest constricting. ]
Prompto -
[ his name is like a breath in her lungs, and the rapier trembles in her grasp, then clatters immediately to the sands. pea runs circles around her feet, scratching at her boots and crying sharply, another familiar voice, another sweet face. is this a dream? she has dreamt this dream so many times.. ]
Is this.. is this real? Am I asleep? How -