[ he draws near again, moving his arms around her, and this time she does not punch him, she does not shove him, however tempting it still might be. but he is warm, and near, and when he pulls her in she can smell his skin and hair and the memory of it is overwhelmingly powerful, washing over her like a crashing wave. it all but drowns her, but she is happy to suffocate, to sink beneath the crushing waters and slip into the abyss. he smells so good..
there are words in her throat, and in her mind, but all that can escape her are sobs and trembling breaths, and alisaie leans all of her weight into prompto's arms, pressing hard to his chest, her hands weaving into the front of his coat. she can't stop inhaling the scent of him, or pressing her face to his neck, or soaking in the sound of his voice.
it's real. he's real. she has a thousand questions, but for now she needs only to hold to him, to feel him, to hold on tight with both hands, lest he evaporate before her eyes. ]
I love you..
[ she murmurs at last, her voice hoarse and hiccuping. ]
If you do this to me again, I will bloody well kill you with my own two hands, do you understand?
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there are words in her throat, and in her mind, but all that can escape her are sobs and trembling breaths, and alisaie leans all of her weight into prompto's arms, pressing hard to his chest, her hands weaving into the front of his coat. she can't stop inhaling the scent of him, or pressing her face to his neck, or soaking in the sound of his voice.
it's real. he's real. she has a thousand questions, but for now she needs only to hold to him, to feel him, to hold on tight with both hands, lest he evaporate before her eyes. ]
I love you..
[ she murmurs at last, her voice hoarse and hiccuping. ]
If you do this to me again, I will bloody well kill you with my own two hands, do you understand?