fearlessly | THE PSL!!!!!!

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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[ 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.

[ Does Prompto have it, or does Bayleaf have it? That is the question... ]

Oh, you bet I'll be singin' then!

[ Or screaming, more likely. In a good way. But anyway, he clears his throat. ]

Alright, alright, but just remember, this was a work in progress, sooooo...

[ Don't judge him too harshly! ]

[ i mean, because bayleaf has it, prompto has it. that is how it woks. prompto is but a leaf on the bayleaf tree.

anyway, alisaie's eyes widen and grow bright as she wriggles in a little nearer, the corners of her smile curling gleefully. there are few things in the world that she enjoys more than prompto embarrassing himself. ]

Oh you needn't worry, I shan't judge you at all.

[ that is 199% a lie ]

[ He knows that look...and he knows to fear it. He also knows this is a trap, and that she isn't wanting to hear his song because she thinks it's sweet or thoughtful!!! She's going to howl with laughter, and he knows it.

And yet, he is still going to perform, because he loves her just that much, and he would do anything to make her laugh! Even at his own expense...especially at his own expense.

So, with a huffed sigh, he sits up straighter and clears his throat. Prepping them golden pipes, and all. And then... ]

Alright, so I was still figurin' out how to introduce it and all, but the main part of it went like...

A is for all the times you smile at meeee!
L is for look in your eyes when it's me you seeeee!
I is for you and I, girl, 'cause you make my heart flyyyy!
S is for you, shorty, my small fryyyyy!

BREAK IT DOWN...

[ There is some prolonged beatboxing here. ]

A is for all, and all, and all that you are
I is for you and I, girl, 'cause you are
Eeeeeeverything in the whole wide world to meeeee!

...that's just the first verse.

[ ah, it is more or less just as she expected it to be, this crooning love song from her dashing beau, if only he were singing it to her from below a balcony, accompanied by a wandering minstrel, a rose between his teeth. surely she would have married him in an instant!!

truth be told, it is very, very difficult for alisaie to get through the entire song without snorting, and by the time he is finished her face is red and her eyes full of tears, her cheeks puffed to contain the laugh that she is very clearly biting back, teeth clamped hard on her lower lip. the best thing about it is that while he has to know it's very ridiculous, there is also probably a part of him that finds it really sappy and romantic, which tbh is even funnier...

when at last he finishes, alisaie gives herself permission, at last, to burst into great squawks of laughter, the tears gathered at the edges of her eyes at last flowing free. ]

Y-you --

[ actual footage of alisaie in this moment. ]

[ Aaaaand there she goes, lost to her own laughter, which is no less than what he expected. It's supposed to be a silly song, and he's not songsmith, or singer, for that matter...but it was still kind of sweet, though, right??? He said all those cute things about her, in song!

Still, he can't help a chuckle of his own — laughter is infectious, okay — though lest she forget that its at his expense, Prompto takes one of the pillows and starts to rub it against her wet hair. ]

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, chuckles!!!

[ He worked really hard on that okay!!!!!!!! ]

[ sorry prompto, she doesn't usually have a politeness filter even with strangers, she definitely won't have one for prompto, so she is not pulling her punches in her wild cackling, even when he tries to murder her by smothering her with a pillow. honestly, it only makes her laugh harder, even while she shoves it right back in his face, snagging it in her evil claws so she can whack him right in the face with it. ]

I certainly - certainly shall!

[ archimedes cackling part two: electric boogaloo ]

[ Wow, and now she thinks she can turn around and pillow-attack him? This has gone too far. He was willing to withstand her laughter at the song he painstakingly wrote and performed for her, but this...!!!

No. Instead, he takes advantage of her peals of laughter to bear down on her, swinging a leg over her waist to pin her down and mercilessly dig his fingers into her sides. ]

Go on, go on, keep laughing!!

[ She is slowly turning him into a supervillain. ]

[ she absolves herself of all responsibility!! if he becomes a supervillain that is all on him!!

she also absolves herself of any responsibility for whatever injury he might incur in this dangerous tickling. it may have been some months since they were together, but he surely cannot have forgotten how violent she becomes when tickled.. immediately alisaie begins to buck, clawing at his hands while squealing loudly.

here's hoping there's no one too near their door... or in the rooms on either side of them.. because she's shriek-laughing now ]

S-stop that!!

[ I mean, if there's anyone in the rooms next to them, they better hope these walls are thick, because this is not the only time they are going to be making a lot of noise, wink wonk...

But whether or not anyone can hear him murdering her is the least of his concerns right now. Especially when she starts to buck and grab at his hands. Instead of relenting as a smarter man in his position would do, he doubles down continues to dig into her ribs, cackling like a madman himself. ]

What? Not enjoying yourself? Huh? Huh???

[ PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER ]

[ yeah... yeah rip to whoever their room neighbors are tbh

anyway, this foolish man is not relenting, alisaie might very well deserve every moment of this torment but it is definitely going to end badly for prompto, if history is to be believed. because alisaie is still shrieking and writhing, kicking her legs and scratching at his arms, but as his fingers dig deeper against her ribs her movements grow far more frantic.

she's officially out of control!! watch those elbows and knees, prompto, they could strike anything soft or breakable at any moment..

whether or not she is trying to speak at this point is impossible to know, it might sound vaguely as if she is trying to yell stop, but only the gods can know ]

[ History is definitely going to repeat itself, because I am not a kind enough player to my muses to let them get away with such murder unabated. And soon enough, it happens — up comes Alisaie's knee, catching him right in the family jewels and sending his nuts shooting up into his throat. Or, well, that's what it certainly feels like.

It's effective, because he stops tickling her, but then...he's gone catatonic, face scrunched up as a high-pitched sound escapes him, grabbing for his tender crotch as he rolls to the side like a puddle of goo.

At least I didn't make him fall off the bed this time... ]

[ rip their future kiddos... all 17 of them

it's unavoidable, really, alisaie can't be held accountable for her actions when being tickled, her body is seizing uncontrollably, so a ball or two are bound to be in the way.. still, she knows exactly what has happened when her knee makes contact with those tender eggies.

oops.. ]

Oh!

[ alisaie sits bolt upright, shock seizing her features - but after only a few seconds of worry she is snorting, trying to hide more laughter behind one hand, even while the other moves to gently rub his back, between his shoulderblades. ]

A-ah.. you should have.. you should have known better..

[ lmaoooo.. ]

[ A shame, too, that he's now infertile after she just decided it was finally okay to pursue a future with him...

Prompto, for his part, finds nothing funny about this at all, and can only whimper helplessly as he holds his tender weewee. There are stars in his vision now. Is he going to pass out??? Things would sure be much easier if he just passed out...

But unfortunately, that is not in the cards for him. A few moments of delirious pain pass, before he shoots a brooding look over his shoulder at Alisaie. ]

Y-you did that on purpose?!

[ yeah she is gonna have to go find a new man who can fulfill her needs now.. how sad. if only he hadn't tickled her!! a grave mistake. ]

What? No!

[ she looks momentarily shocked, but she's still.. cackling.. and still rubbing him between the shoulders. poor baby boy!! ]

I would never!

[ his balls just happened to be in the way of her flailing limbs.. he should have known that he would suffer some sort of injury!! a shame it was his nuts ]

[ I mean, he still has hands and a mouth, really it's him who's gonna suffer here, but anyway. He still does not fully trust, his gaze over his shoulder still wary, but she seems sincere enough... ]

After I sang for you, and everything...

[ Is he trying to elicit pity points? Maybe. Let it never be said that Prompto is above being pitiful to get kisses or to get laid. I mean, that's pretty much how he got laid in the first place, and he knows it. ]

And crossed all of Norvrandt to find you...

[ oh my god this pity party is so strong.. alisaie rolls her eyes, still breathlessly giggling (a downgrade from raucous, explosive laughter), and wipes the tears from her streaked cheeks. ]

Oh please.

[ the pity fuck only happens when he is genuinely pathetic, and she knows full well when he is hamming it up!! ]

You were tickling me, you absolutely had it coming.

[ he chose this ]

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