[ it is him, only prompto would say something so terribly sappy. if it is a dream, it is the realist, most tangible one she could imagine, for the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes is so real and full and true even her memory could not recreate it so perfectly. he stands, reaches for her, brushing his fingertips so tenderly against her cheek in a way so achingly familiar that it recalls a hundred memories. he touches her gently, sweetly -
- and alisaie balls up her fist and punches him directly in the gut.
it's a sudden, visceral reaction, but even if she had had time to think it over and not react on instinct it's likely she would have made the same choice. tears flood her eyes instantly, hot and thick and blurring her sight, and the look of shock on her face twists immediately into blind, painful fury. ]
It bloody well took you long enough to - t-to keep that promise! I thought I would never - we would never -
[ a broken noise catches in the back of her throat, followed by another howl of anguished fury, and she shoves him with both hands. ]
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- and alisaie balls up her fist and punches him directly in the gut.
it's a sudden, visceral reaction, but even if she had had time to think it over and not react on instinct it's likely she would have made the same choice. tears flood her eyes instantly, hot and thick and blurring her sight, and the look of shock on her face twists immediately into blind, painful fury. ]
It bloody well took you long enough to - t-to keep that promise! I thought I would never - we would never -
[ a broken noise catches in the back of her throat, followed by another howl of anguished fury, and she shoves him with both hands. ]
How dare you -