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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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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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[ She can't fool him! He knows well that his schmoopiness is one of the things she loves about him. If he stopped being gross every other minute she would probably worry he had been replaced with a pod person...now the reference is in both threads.
Letting his eyes flutter shut, he inhales deeply, the scent of her skin and hair all around him, completely perfect. ]
I got over you scarin' me off a wall and givin' me a concussion, too. Oh, aaaand that time you tried to drown on me...guess true love really does conquer all.
[ Heh!!! ]
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Gods, I had nearly forgotten. Strange as it was, I do miss that ability..
[ being able to shapeshift into creatures big and small was strange and even alarming at first, but it was so damned useful too, she could absolutely make use of it here, that's for certain. not to mention, it was also good for plain fun, and gremlin activities.. ]
Mostly I miss how easily I could torment you with it.
[ she real honest, at least. also i can't believe you brought pod people into both threads. ]
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Mhmm, bet you do...but I gotta be honest, it was kinda cute how you still had a little bow in your hair as a yarzon.
[ I mean, like, as cute as a yarzon can get...but still, Alisaie was the cutest of them. ]
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she'll just have to remember the look of sheer horror in his face, in her memories.. ]
Of course it was.
[ she says, haughtily, appreciating the respect. ]
But you weren't thinking about that while I was trying to touch your leg. I believe you may have instead been soiling yourself.
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...Honestly he might've peed a little that one time she scared him underwater, but she'll never know, will she? The concussion was much worse, anyways... ]
Nah, I just got a brain injury instead.
[ He says in a lilting tone, before nipping playfully at her earlobe. ]
Still think you were cutest as a chocobo, though.
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wait when did she scare him underwater.. i forget that one.. was it when she almost drowned, because that doesn't count as the same type of terrorizing, it's not nearly as fun. anyway, she doesn't seem too worried about giving him a brain injury, he was fine!! just as stupid now as he was before.
his breath tickles her sensitive ear, and alisaie laughs lightly under her breath, slinging one arm over his shoulders, the other curled between them. ]
Ah yes, we come now to the real reason you fell for me. I know I am not the same without pink feathers, but I hope you will try to love me all the same.
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He finds her hand curled between them and threads his fingers through hers, his tired smile fond at its corners. Funny, how long its been since they first met now, since they first held hands, while watching the lanterns on the lake outside Astoria's temple. And yet there's still a rush of warmth to his heart when their palms kiss, the brush of skin on skin so familiar and yet no less thrilling than it first was.
What a privilege it is, to be in love, and to be loved by her. ]
I'll manage. I can think of...oh, about a thousand other reasons I love you.
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Please don't, I would like to get some sleep sometime soon..
[ she says, nudging her head beneath his chin. ]
Feel free to think them.
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[ Fall asleep thinking about all the ways you love her? You mean, the way he falls asleep every night???
But she has the right idea, snuggling against him, and honestly, much as he might like to name all the things he loves about her, sleep does sound absolutely amazing right now. Here with her, in a nice, clean bed in nice, clean clothes, everything feels safe and warm and perfect.
He dips down to press a kiss to the crown of her head, his eyes fluttering shut in earnest. ]
G'night, sweetheart. I love...you...
[ Yeah, he's barely hanging on to consciousness here. ]