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fearlessly) wrote2019-12-12 08:47 pm
fearlessly) wrote2019-12-12 08:47 pm
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. ]
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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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. ]
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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!!!!!!!! ]
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I certainly - certainly shall!
[ archimedes cackling part two: electric boogaloo ]
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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. ]
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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!!
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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 ]
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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 ]
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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... ]
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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.. ]
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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?!
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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 ]
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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...
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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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I was only tickling you because you were laughin' at me.
[ So, he's exonerated, just like that. He swats at her with his pillow again just for good measure, but he's now recovered enough to wriggle is way into a sitting position, arms crossed over his chest. ]
You know what would make me feel better...
[ Can she possibly complete that thought?? ]
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You knew the risks..
[ it's hardly the first time prompto's been walloped by a wild limb while he was tickling her, and it certainly will not be the last, because this boy just does not learn and probably never will. just wait til they have kids and he gets a black eye from tickling them. except they won't have kids, because his nuts are somewhere up in his chest cavity now. ]
What?
[ she asks, DUBIOUSLY. ]
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Instead, he rolls onto his side, making the puppy dog eyes at her, his bottom lip protruding just so. ]
Maybe you could...kiss it better?
[ ...You can't fault the man for trying. ]
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but wow. she really should not be surprised by this. prompto will use any excuse for hanky panky!! alisaie arches one brow high, her gaze flicking down to his lap; his balls are way too sore for kissing on?? this fool of a boy. flashback to the broken boner thread. ]
You have absolutely no shame, do you know that?
[ but hey, he asked for it!! alisaie wiggles closer on the bed, and... smacks a kiss right onto the crotch of his pants, before flopping back again. that's what he wanted, right?? ]
Satisfied?
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For a moment, he can only blink in confusion, before his gaze lifts to her, brows drawn together. ]
Noooot exactly what I had in mind, but, uh. Well played.
[ Now he's the one who's been bamboozled! ]
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Look, you know I am all for giving you a "blowie" [ she's good at eos words ], but I've a feeling you might be a little.. tender.
[ that and bayleaf is a gentle pure, HEHE, but anyway, alisaie sighs heavily and sinks down into the pillows ariel style, snuggling her cheek into it. she's not one to complain about sleeping in uncomfortable conditions, but that does not mean that she cannot appreciate a nice, soft, luxurious bed when given the chance.
she mmms behind her teeth. ]
A good thing then that you have this nice soft bed in which to recover.
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But he can't stay mad at her when she makes that face at him, snuggling cutely with her pillow, so with a harsh sigh, he slips down onto his side, tucking one arm beneath his head so he can keep an eye on her. Sure, because he loves her, but also because he should keep an eye on her, he never knows when she's going to strike, especially with what a mood she is in tonight. ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah...guess it beats sleepin' on a cot...
[ It sure as hell beats sleeping on a cot. This bed is luxurious. A godsend. He has missed a proper bed so, so much...almost as much as he missed her, tbh.
He quiet for a moment, the weariness settling full into his bones, before he speaks up again: ]
Hey, Ali?
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Oh I would say so.
[ stop talking shit prompto she knows this bed is like, his favorite thing besides her. maybe even more than her. there are few things that make him more miserable than sleeping out in the wilds, with sand in all of his cracks.
inhaling deeply, she sighs out a dreamy: ]
Hmm?
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Meeting her gaze in the dim light, he smiles, reaching out to lightly graze her elbow with his thumb. ]
I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
[ He's always been ready to, but now he can say so without worrying it will be too much for her to hear. ]
You got any idea how long I've wanted to marry you for?
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a soft, warm chuckle rolls in her throat. ]
Oh, I should say, about since you met me, more or less?
[ she knows her boy, she knows what a huge sap he is, how soft his big heart is. he was probably ready to marry ten girls before he even met her. the blankets come up, warm and plush, and alisaie turns more toward him, hooking her little ankles around one of his own. ]
Mayhaps since I sneezed in your mouth?
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He tips his head forward so his brow touches her own, butting his nose against her own, a quiet laugh in his throat. ]
Heh, about that time though...when I got sick, and you...made me feel like the most important person in the world.
[ It isn't easy for him to feel important, or special, but Alisaie...has always had such a way with making him see his value.
She expects nothing less of him. ]
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You're being so disgusting..
[ but she does not sound disgusted at all, even if she feels a little bit disgusting. even now it is still not so easy for her to be so sweet and emotional as he is, and likely she will never be quite so schmoopy as prompto is, even at her schmoopiest.
still, a slow, sleepy smile curls the edges of her mouth, and she closes her eyes again, nudging her nose to his own. ]
'Tis a good thing I did, then, otherwise you never would have fallen in love with me after.
[ because, you know. she sneezed in his mouth. ]
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