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THE PSL!!!!!!

[ this time, returning had not been easy.

it's certainly not the first time. from the temple and lunatia both, alisaie had returned to her home only to bounce back to both places, but each time had been a reset, a return to her "real life," to what she left behind, as if she had never left. she had no recollection of her time spent outside of this world, no memory of the events, or emotions, or people she had been leaving behind, and so ignorance had been bliss. she had remembered, of course, every time she returned, but it had hardly mattered then, once she was back.

this time, she remembers, and because of it there is a sense of.. finality. alisaie does not know how or why, but somehow, deep in her gut, she knows that she will not be returning to lunatia. it might be her natural cynicism, her realism that one day it would come to pass that she would arrive home and not return, and she may very well be wrong, but still she cannot help the feeling that it is over, that just as she had expected she is left to remember it all, to keenly feel the ache of her breaking heart.

prompto would have said that it would be worth it. he had said as much, in the past. he would say that having experienced love would be enough, that their time together, even if less than they both would want, would be better than nothing. she wants to agree, but in her heart she cannot convince herself, and instead there is only a quiet, private bitterness that she nurses in the deep hours of the night when she sleeps to the sound of the chilly wind over the dry sands of amh araeng. the desert suits her, arid and inhospitable and imbued with an old and powerful sense of longing and loss; mayhaps it was one of the many reasons she had been drawn here to begin with, when she first arrived on the shard. this wasteland at the ends of the earth, its very sands and stones infused with the ache of countless grieving hearts and angry ends, is a reflection of her soul. it always has been.

but still she works. that much is easy. there is always work to be done, and alisaie is more than happy to see to it, to bury herself in it, to distract herself from her anger and heartbreak because it has been several moons now, and she was right. it has all ended, and rather than prompto being erased from her heart and mind, she is left with the lingering memory of him in her mind's eye, on her skin, in her heart. he had promised, and where is he now? where is she? alone with her thoughts in this desolate wasteland.

would that he were here, if only so she could sock him right in the gut. ]

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[ i mean that's true, but the dirty talk was what got it started!! and she basically demanded that he go down on her, tbh.. but yes he has surely underestimated the power the dirty words have over her. she's a gross girl, she likes gross things!!

but wow argentum that sure is smooth.. alisaie smirks, slaps him on his toweled butt, and wraps her own around her body, stepping carefully out of the shower. ]

What are you trying to say? Are you calling me a woman of loose morals?

[ are u callin her a SLUT, PROMPTO!!

but i mean, she kind of is. ]

[ I mean, they were basically each other's hos in prisma, they paid rent by smashing. If she's a slut, then so is he, if not moreso. He's so thirsty, and went so many long months without bang...thank the gods those days are behind him.

In any case, he gawks at her, both in response to her smack on his tight lil tush and her choice of words. ]

'Course not! Your morals are only as loose as mine are.

[ Even if she's the one who brings more kinky ideas to the bedroom... ]

[ they sure did, what a good life tbh, paying your rent by banging your SO. the world would be an easier place if that were a thing. ]

That is true. You are absolutely a.. what is the word? Great big slut?

[ she probably learned this word in prisma, oops. unless slut is a word in eorzea but idk?? ]

[ Oh my god???? Did she just call him a great big slut???? I mean, she's not wrong, but there's something so weird about hearing it in her dignified accent...

He isn't sure if he should be offended or flattered or amused, but he sure does snort a laugh right through his nose, his brows flying up. ]

Um, excuse me? Who're you callin' a great big slut, you great big slut!

[ Ah, true love. ]

[ true love indeed.. alisaie musses his already wild, wet hair. ]

Excuse me? How dare you malign my virtuous character.

[ sauntering past, she shoves him with her hip on the way out, she has a date with some thick daddy sandwiches!! ]

[ Hey, save some thick daddy sandwiches for him!!!

He hurries out of the bathroom after her, running his hands through his hair to keep it out of his eyes as appraises their smorgasbord. ]

Uhuh. "Virtuous" is what we're callin' it now, huh? Dunno how "virtuous" it is when you tie me to the bed...

[ I mean, he's not complaining, but virtuous it is not.

Anyway, he's just going to shove an eclair straight into his mouth. He lost his Prisma weight after arriving here, he's probably even more of a noodle than before. He can get away with this. ]

[ wow i can't believe he ate that whole ass eclair right in front of her and did not even offer a bite?? what a little piggy!! here she is, starving from a long ride (wink wonk) and he is eating these yummies right in front of her face..

scowling, alisaie lifts a small plate and immediately begins piling it with goodies - cookies and cream puffs mostly, yes, but also like, one sandwich and like two baby carrots buried beneath the heaps of sugar and carbs. she's halfway through a cookie as wide as her hand by the time she plops onto the foot of the bed. ]

How dare you. Just because I am not as.. [ she lifts a plain sugar cookie smeared with vanilla frosting. ] .. vanilla as you.

[ Pssh, it wasn't a long ride at all, they finished in like ten seconds, and anyway, there are still more eclairs if she wants one!! But even if he just stuffed his face, he's eyeing her plate with some scrutiny. Sure, he knows how much she loves sweets, but she better not make herself sick, holding her hair back while she pukes is not how he wanted to spend this evening!

Turning up his nose, he wiggles his way onto the bed next to her, his plate much more well rounded than hers...but still with plenty of carbs. ]

What can I say? I'm easy to please. Nothin' wrong with that!

[ And it's not like he's ever said no to any of her sexy ideas...even that time they were gonna bang in the woods but didn't, it was because she smashed a spider on his face, not because he said no!!! ]

[ wow he wasn't nearly offended enough for her liking, which shows in her purse-lipped, sour expression and the way she quietly hmphs, but fine whatever!! she polishes off the rest of the cookie in one bite.

and hey, keep your judgment to yourself, noodle boy?? if she wants to get ye olde diabetes then that is her prerogative. ]

Oh is that what you call it?

[ another, crisper bite, her hooded eyes piercing his profile. ]

I doubt you could think of even one kinky thing to surprise me with.

[ no she is not overtly manipulating him why would you ask?? ]

[ Ye olde Wilford Brimley would be displeased...

Anyway, this is definitely bait, she's baiting him and he knows it. Still, regardless of what he just said, he doesn't want her to think he's that vanilla. He is easy, and sex in the missionary position with the lights off is more than good enough for him, but he won't deny that it is...exciting when they spice things up and try something new. And, sure, most of those ideas were Alisaie's...or, like, all of them, except for sexy roleplay, that was all him.

He takes a well-timed bite out of his sandwich, giving himself time to think, to deliberate how to answer her challenge. And he is, uh, certainly more well-versed in kinks than he was before, thanks Prisma, so he has food for thought. There were even some he was curious to try, if still a little sheepish about bringing them up with her.

But they're engaged now — what could he possibly have to be embarrassed about with her?

Slowly, he swallows his mouthful of food, leveling her with a slanted, almost mischievous grin. ]

Fine, fine, guess I'll keep my daydreams about pegging to myself.

[ She wouldn't want to hear about it anyway, would she? Heheh... ]

[ prisma has prepared them both so well for an adventurous sex life.. alisaie has plenty of ideas squirreled away in the back of her mind, thanks to ms. triggleby's smutty book shop, and among them is, of course, pegging.

.. but she sure is still surprised to hear him not only suggest it, but say it out loud without turning red as a beet!! alisaie's eyebrows fly into her hair, her cheeks stuffed with half-chewed cookie as she pauses mid-bite and stares at him in open surprise.

all right, she did bait him and goad him, so she cannot be surprised when he rises to the occasion. ]

Oh? Enjoy that little poke in the bum I gave you, eh?

Who, me?

[ He draws out his answer by taking another bite from his sandwich and chewing it thoroughly. Sure, it had been different — and extremely surprising, if the way he yelped and clenched up wasn't enough of a clue. But it had not been...unpleasant at all. He hadn't, um, realized how sensitive he was up there...

At last he finishes chewing and swallows, then takes a sip of water before at last glancing back to her. ]

Maybe. What, I thought I couldn't surprise you!

[ The look on her face said otherwise, heh!! He's got her. ]

I thought so too, yet here we are.

[ alisaie grins broad as a cheshire cat around her cookie, swallows a big mouthful, then swallows it all, and leans to pinch his booty through his towel. ]

But what a joyous surprise it is. I love it when you're adventurous.

[ Wow, going right for the booty while he's chewing his food, she's gonna make him choke. Still, though he coughs, he looks rather pleased with himself. ]

Babe, "adventurous" is my middle name.

[ It's really not. Reaching out, he swipes a dab of cream cheese frosting that's stuck on her cheek. ]

.. no, it is not.

[ sorry dearheart, she loves you but she is also honest. prompto is so many things, so many wonderful things, so many things that she loves and adores, but he is most definitely not adventurous. he is soft, and safe, and that is fine.

but it does make his adventurous moments that much better!! lounging back on the bed, she sets into her plate again. ]

But I appreciate your attempts nevertheless, and I have taken your thoughts into consideration.

[ pegging, got it. ]

[ Wow, she didn't even let him claim that title for half a second, and after he suggested a kinky idea...he can never win!! But she isn't wrong... ]

G-good! I look forward to, uh...seein' them come to fruition.

[ Wink, wonk. ]

But before we do that...we gotta get some proper rings, don't you think?

[ Yes, before they can have kinky anal sex they have to have uguu schmoopy doki time, but is she really surprised? ]

[ no he cannot win.. but i mean, he probably likes it that way tbh. being dominated is his biggest, most favorite kink after all.

anyway, but stiff aside - ]

Rings?

[ ah.. well the bit of string around her finger is already looking rather ragged, and while she has no real need of a fancy ring, something a bit more durable might, at least, be nice. smiling warmly, she rubs her thumb over the worn twine. ]

Well.. I suppose that might be wise.

Yeah, they're lookin' a little...thread-bare.

[ He glances at his own fraying ring with no small amount of tenderness in his features. It's something so small, but it matters such a great deal to him, he'll definitely be holding onto his thread even after they replace them with something more durable. But their strings won't last much longer, and he's too much of a sap to just not wear a ring when he's engaged, you know.

Reaching over, he thumbs over her ring, grinning brightly. ]

First thing tomorrow morning. What d'you say?

[ What, did they come here to meet with the Exarch and the scions or something??? That's secondary... ]

Tomorrow, then.

[ still thumbing the twins on her finger, alisaie at last flops onto her side with a sigh, the plate resting on the blankets beside her knees, mostly depleted. she sure can pack away some food for her size, like any good shoujo protag.

resting her head in the crook of one bent arm, her eyes flick to his face. ]

I'm sorry if I.. sprung that all on you so quickly.

[ knowing prompto he probably had some elaborate proposal in mind for some nebulous point in their future, and it is, you know, traditionally the man who asks the woman.. she didn't mean to steal his thunder. ]

[ She isn't wrong — it had definitely taken him by surprise. Hell, he wasn't even sure if getting married was something she wanted to do, because any time he had tried to come within ten feet of the topic, she would give him the same answer as always. And...he accepted that. Being with her was what was most important to him. Even if that meant they didn't get married, or...or start a family. Much as he might want it, he had accepted that as his possible future.

But then everything changed when the universe saw fit to spit him out in the wrong world, leashing him to her existence across space and time. He had just been happy to find her again — a proposal was the farthest thing from his mind.

But now that he's had the time to reflect on it, it was...perfect. They didn't need an elaborate proposal (and believe me, he had some extensive plans in mind), filled with rose petals and trumpets and doves and whatever else. They only needed the two of them, and a promise.

Chuckling, he lowers himself down against the pillow, tucking it underneath his chin as he gazes warmly at her. ]

Don't be. To be honest, it...needed to come from you.

[ She had to decide, on her own, that she was ready. While he's certain she wouldn't have accepted a proposal from him unless she was absolutely, unequivocally convinced of her choice, he still would have always worried, that he was pressuring her into something she didn't want.

Now, he doesn't have to be afraid of that at all. ]

[ well, he is.. not wrong. alisaie has not exactly been open to the idea of a deeper commitment. though she has ever been straightforward about her feelings for him, and she has not pushed him away or sought to end their relationship, she has still shied from the idea of anything more - the idea of marriage, or a family, or a long life together beyond what they built in lunatia.

it simply had not been feasible. he wanted to build them a home on shifting sands, and alisaie could not bring herself to commit to something so important without a strong foundation beneath their feet for her to trust.

there is still no real promise of foundation. prompto could be sucked away back to eos tomorrow. yet still, he has somehow, in some way, followed her.. here, stuck by her side despite their hardship, kept near to her across not one but two great leaps across the cosmos. if she cannot trust now that he will always find a way to be by her side.. then she never will. the time has come for her to stop being afraid, and to instead trust in his heart, in their connection. ]

Well.. I suppose that much is true.

[ she knows very well how she has been, how she has not made it easy for them. but now.. things are different. ]

Still, no doubt you has seven or eight elaborate proposals in mind, at least. I hope none of them included hiding yourself in a cake for hours on end.

Hmmm, nah, think I learned my lesson from last time...

[ ...Or, at the very least, he would get a cake that was actually made to have a person inside of it. He reaches over to take her hand in his, weaving their fingers together, brushing his thumb over her string. ]

Buuut a few of 'em might've involved me descending on chocoboback in a shower of roses...and at least one had a song in it.

[ So, she saved herself a lot of firsthand and secondhand embarrassment, most likely. ]

[ yeah, using a cake built to have a person in it is way better than just.. chilling inside of a normal cake tbh.. who does that?? how did he even manage it?? through the magic of comedy, probably.

alisaie breaks into a peal of cackling giggles. ]

Oh, I would like to see that..

[ she can see it in her mind's eye, but that is not the same. ]

Sing me the song.

[ It was definitely comedy magic, don't think too hard about it, I never do... ]

What, and spoil it? Maybe I'll rewrite part of it and sing it on our wedding night!

[ Because nothing is more sexy than your man poorly warbling about love, right??? Good thing he's kidding! Probably.... ]

[ he's got that looney tunes bugs bunny magic tbh. ]

You can make up another song for that.

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