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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[ Eyebrows lifting, Prompto swallows his mouthful of stew and bread before exclaiming: ]

Bed? That's the last thing I wanna do right now. We've got so much catchin' up to do!

[ Never mind that he's not even sure he can get back onto his feet. Sitting is such a welcome relief...but no, he doesn't want to sleep!!! Not when he could be touching her or listening to her voice or looking into her eyes. He can sleep any old time...

Not to mention, a small part of him is still afraid that if he goes to sleep, he'll wake up and realize that this was all a dream. And he can't have that. ]

I know. There is so much I want to hear from you.

[ she wants to hear everything about his journey, who he met, what he saw, where he has been - she would have loved to show him norvrandt herself, to introduce him to all of the places she had told him about in stories and conversations, but she shall have to settle for his accounts instead.

still, she smiles gently, reaching to close a hand over one of his. ]

But you look ready to collapse. We will have plenty of time tomorrow.

[ he can sleep next to her, touching her, listening to her snore, that's good enough isn't it?? ]

[ Called out...but she isn't wrong. Even taking into account the gusto with which he eats his meal, Prompto is the picture of a dead man walking. The circles under his eyes and dirt beneath his fingernails are telling of all he went through to get here, and now that he's made it, with Alisaie before him, the weariness that he has kept at bay for months by sheer willpower is beginning to settle into his bones in earnest. Even if he wants to stay awake with her, he's not so sure he could do it. ]

Heh, gimme some credit, I could stay awake allll night if I wanted to...

[ He says, through stifled yawn, and a mouthful of bread.

Still, he turns his hand over beneath hers so their palms kiss, and squeezes her hand in return. ]

...Don't s'pose you've got a shower around here, do you?

A shower? Unfortunately no..

[ in mord souq, yes, but here in the middle of nowhere? sorry prompto, there's no plumbing, no real toilets, only basins and outhouses, but.. ]

But we can manage a bath for you, once you are finished.

[ it won't be quite as nice as a scalding hot shower with real plumbing, but it's better than nothing. alisaie offers the remainder of her bread to pea, then dusts the crumbs from her hands, and gestures somewhere past where prompto is sitting. if he follows her movement, he'll see a ragged looking curtain that seems to hide an alcove in the stone. ]

I should get it started for you. When you're finished eating, I'll be right over there.

[ not out of eyeshot, thankfully, for neither of them likely want the other to be out of sight for now - like as not they'll be inseparable for a good long time. but if she's to fill him a bath, it will be manually, so she needs to get started. ]

[ Tired as he is, it takes him a moment to grasp her meaning — but soon as he does, he's cramming the last of his bread into his mouth and trotting after her, even if there's not much spring to his step. Even so, he can't let her do all the work herself! ]

You don't have to do that. [ He says, though it's quite muffled since he's still chewing his food. ] Seriously, I'll be fine.

[ He insists, even though he's already swaying on his feet. Even if it's not a hot shower, a bath sounds beyond heavenly, just what his aching joints needs. But still.

Lightly, he grasps her elbow. ]

I'd probably just fall asleep in it, anyway...

[ alisaie has crossed to the alcove by the time prompto catches up, his cheeks chipmunked with food - he was supposed to relax and enjoy his meal!! she sighs audibly - ah, she missed him, but she sure didn't miss this sort of behavior!! taking his hand from her elbow, alisaie plucks it away, then gives it an affectionate squeeze, though her tone is firm. ]

Then you shall fall asleep in it.

[ briefly, her gaze sweeps down his clothing before she's turning to pull back the curtain, revealing two large aluminum basins sat over a bed of gently glowing coals. one is full of fresh water, for which she is thankful.. it's not easy hauling buckets. she gestures widely for him to pass. ]

If you are still the man I know, those filthy clothes are driving you out of your mind.

[ she knows her boy.. he hate being cruddy ]

[ She isn't wrong, she isn't wrong in the slightest, he hates feeling all cruddy and gross!!! Even if he's gotten somewhat used to it, he sure as hell doesn't enjoy it. And he knows that tone...a few months doesn't mean he's forgotten when he should just shut up and let her take care of him. Neither of them are good about it, and he's already put her through so much these past few months...but in the end, he's just too damn tired to argue it.

Sighing more from exhaustion than anything else, Prompto steps past the curtain, Pea trotting at his heels, and once it sweeps closed behind them, he drops his bag and begins to unlace his filthy, mud-stained boots. ]

Hey, you don't know, maybe I picked up on the Gladio way of life! Wearin' my manly musk proudly. Blood, sweat, and...everything else.

[ Gods, he feels disgusting. ]

I love it when you talk about your manly musk.

[ she teases, and it's as if no time has passed at all, as if nothing has changed between them, because.. it hasn't. these long moons have felt endless, but in the end, their time apart was not terribly long, compared with what it could have been. falling into their old patterns is as easy as breathing.

reaching through the curtain, alisaie flips the wooden sign to occupied, and sets to work filling a wooden bucket with water from the filled tub and splashing it into the empty one, before she's carefully helping prompto out of his dusty jacket, and tossing it right into the water of the second tub. alisaie has a much higher tolerance for grossness than prompto does, but even she knows when it's time to get the scummy clothing washed. leaning in, she sniffs at the nape of his neck, then recoils - mostly exaggerated, but he's still pretty ripe.. ]

Gods, that stink could fell an aurochs.

[ she's trying, and failing, not to smile. ]

[ Wow!!! He just came here to have a good time, and he's feeling so attacked right now?! Except her teasing is so welcome and familiar that even something as simple as that nearly brings tears back to his eyes. His time traveling alone has certainly not hardened his heart — if anything, it has only made it softer. ]

Oh, yeah? You don't exactly smell like a sweet summer rose yourself!

[ And instead of peeling off his stinky shirt, he's just going to wrap his arms around her shoulder and pull him right into his smelly embrace!!! Didn't she miss him so much. ]

How d'you like my smell now, huh? Huh?

Excuse me I bathed just last night!

[ which isn't, you know, super duper recent but whatever she's not even close to his stinkitude!! alisaie shrieks, immediately shoving him back and wriggling free of his smelly embrace like a little wily ferret, even though she's laughing while she points to the tub. ]

In! You stink worse than a summer chocobo!

[ that eau de barnyard ]

[ Much as he might try to suppress it, he laughs as well, and it's almost...surreal. He still can't quite seem to believe this is really happening, that he's here with her, laughing and joking as if nothing has changed.

But between them, nothing really has, has it?

Chuckling, he peels off his shirt and pants which stick to him more than he cares to admit or think about, and throws them in the empty basin with the others. There's only one thing he still wears — the compass locket, one half of the set that she possesses the other part of. It hasn't worked right since he arrived in Norvrandt, but still, it was a momento of their time together, and it kept him same throughout his journey.

Without further ado, he steps into the warm water of the tub, easing himself down while what sounds like every bone in his body cracks. ]

Ohhh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about...

[ the last of his clothing goes into the tub, and alisaie tosses another bucket of water over it, smiling. ]

You see?

[ she knew he needed this!! she knows her boy well. and honestly, even gladio would probably enjoy a piping hot bath after that long on the road. alisaie dumps a scoop of soap flakes into the water with the clothing to let them soak, then dumps another into prompto's water, before lifting a washcloth and circling 'round behind him. slowly, gently, she dips the cloth into the water and begins to draw it over his shoulders. ]

Go on and fall asleep, then.

[ she murmurs, around a smile. ]

[ He hasn't settled into the bath for more than a moment before his eyes are fluttering closed — not so he can sleep, mind you, but to, you know, better appreciate how amazing the water feels — but they do open slightly when she pulls the washcloth over his dirty, aching shoulders. He lifts them to her face, watching her pensively, though he is not really that deep in thought. It's merely a wonder to behold her at all, and to have her watching over him like this, taking care of him, as she has so many times before. ]

But I don't wanna get all p-pruny...

[ Despite the lightness in his tone, his voice breaks over the last word as a sob catches in his throat, and quickly, he reaches a hand from the water to grasp one of hers, bringing it close so he can press kisses and gentle words to her fingertips. Emotions that cannot be contained inside his heart any longer and must be expressed.

How in the world did he get so lucky as to have this? ]

[ for a brief moment she thinks he's breaking into tears because he doesn't want to prune.. which is honestly not too out of character for the prompto she knows tbh..

but immediately after she is leaning forward, gently winding her arms around his shoulders and neck from behind, her chin coming to rest in the dip of his shoulder. being apart and afraid has been difficult, yes, but he has also been all but alone in a strange world for.. how many moons now? several, if she's to assume that he arrived when she did, that they left lunatia at or around the same time. it must have been frightening, and lonely, and alarming, every step dangerous and uncertain. ]

It's all right.

[ she murmurs, her voice gone soft and gentle, her brow tipping against his temple. ]

I am here. You are safe.

[ Honestly...yeah, it's not out of the question that he's bursting into tears because he doesn't want to prune...but no, it's just the overwhelming onslaught of emotion that crashes over him like a wave. It's everything at once — joy, relief, grief, loneliness, gratitude — but above all, love, engulfing love, that threatens to drown him, the weight of it pressing down on his shoulders — until she is there, winding her arms around him, holding him close. Without another thought, he turns to press his face into her neck, his tears slipping onto her skin. ]

I-I know. [ He hiccups in a breath, before his tone steadies. ] I know.

[ It's in part why he weeps now, because he is at last here, at last safe. That simple fact is so much to take in, that it can't help but be overwhelming. ]

I just...

[ But words fail him then, so instead, he simply lets his eyes fall closed against her neck, inhaling the scent of her, reveling in it, and the familiar warmth of her skin. ]

[ sometimes no words can help. often, no words can help, at least, in alisaie's case. she simply needs to feel her emotions, to let them roll over her and pass on their own, and mayhaps that is also what prompto needs right now, to release it all, to be rid of it. so she stays steadfast, her arms around him loose and comforting, but firm, unyielding, one hand to his face, her knuckles and thumb gently stroking the line of his jaw.

she definitely feels that stubble, and will get back around to that later.. ]

I know.

[ she says, with a kiss pressed to his temple, another into his dirty, sandy hair. ]

[ It's exactly what he needs — her steadfast presence, her touch and smell and warmth and voice, and the time to just exhume everything that has been steadily building in his heart ever since he woke up in this world. Now, he can let go of it all, the fear, the loneliness, the worry — there will still be so much they need to figure out, but now that they're together...

Together, they can face anything.

Sniffling as his breathing evens out, he draws back just enough to peer up into her face, to kiss her mouth, soft but needful, before he breaks away with a shuddering sigh. ]

...Not tryin' to set a new record of the number of times I've cried on you in one day, promise...

[ alisaie laughs against his mouth, soft and light, and at last begins to lighten her hold, pulling away - but only enough to continue her work. ]

That is a hard pressed record to break.

[ she teases, while gently drawing the warm washcloth over his shoulders again, scrubbing away dirt and sweat from his hairline and collar, rubbing it behind his ears, against his nape, into his hair, down into all those nooks and crannies she knows he'll itch about later. her boy sure likes to be clean.. i can understand that.

only when she is done does she continue, rinsing the cloth with more warm soap and water before she's washing his arms one at a time, scrubbing gently from shoulder to his dirty fingertips. really, he needs two baths, but this will already be worlds better. ]

I'd nearly begun to miss your teary outbursts.

[ It isn't easy for him to sit there and let her tend to him without trying to make himself immediately helpful, but it's far easier when he's this tired. Though he tries to not make himself entirely boneless when she lifts his arms to watch them, he still doesn't do much more than watch her though half-lidded eyes, a soft, calm smile on his lips. Already, all the dirt she's washed from his skin feels amazing, renewing him.

He missed feeling clean almost as much as he missed her. Almost... ]

Heh, bet you did...you missed moppin' me up, huh? And goin' all octopus around you in bed, and wakin' you up early in the morning, and me ticklin' you when you least expect it...

[ She gets to experience all of that over again!! ]

[ it isn't long at all before alisaie has scrubbed and soaped and rinsed all of him that she can feasibly reach, which is mostly from the nipples up, but already he is beginning to smell much better. he'll probably need to dip under to properly rinse his hair, but he can do that on his own time. ]

Ahh.. are you certain you would not prefer it if I abandon you in the desert again?

[ she's missed him so much and here he is reminding her of all of his most annoying habits!! but she leans her weight onto the back of his shoulders anyway, nipping at his ear like an angry little squirrel. ]

But I suppose I might have missed it. Well, not the tickling.

[ Her little nip at his ear elicits a light chuckle from him as he tips his head away — but not too far. Only far enough that he can nuzzle against her cheek, which he feels much better about now that he's a little cleaner. The hair is still a problem though...

But pulling away from her is just so godsdamned hard right now. ]

Not the tickling? I thought you loved it when I tickle you! You always bust up laughin'...

[ He says, trying (and failing) to repress his smile. ]

[ he's laughing, but she's leveling a sharp glare at the side of his face - tread carefully, promptoot!! she missed you, but that doesn't mean she will not punish you.. ]

Give it a try, then, and see how quickly I boot you right into the sands.

[ she threatens, sweetly, then plants a hand atop his head to begin pushing him downward. ]

Rinse off, stinky.

[ Ah, how he's missed her punishment...well, the sexy kind, anyway. He doesn't so much miss the way she once turned into a yarzon to scare him off a wall...

But thanks to his exhausted instincts, he doesn't really have the wherewithal to fight back against her dunkening, instead squawking softly before his head goes under. He does need it, and he would have gotten around to rinsing out his hair sooner or later, but he didn't mean for it to be like this!!!

He whips back upright a moment later, shaking out his hair like a pup. ]

Hey! I was gettin' around to it!

[ wow he was only under for like one second!! alisaie frowns, ducking away from as much of the spray as possible, before she's snagging a handful of soap flakes and plopping them right onto his drowned-rat lookin' head. ]

That was hardly a good scrub.

[ she says, SASSILY, before she's working the soap into his hair, scratching at his scalp, lathering it in deep. he probably has a few lice in there tbh. they're screaming in pain. she'd make him wash his own hair, but she knows how much he loves to have his scalp scratched and massaged, and this had once been such an.. intimate part of their ritual. bathing each other was so often a way for them to connect, to be close to one another. ]

[ If she meant to placate him after her unceremonious dunking, well, then — this is certainly the way to do it. They used to shower and bathe together so often, the feeling of her fingers in his hair commonplace and familiar, and yet after these long months apart, it feels both old and new again, like returning home to a dear friend he hasn't seen in so very long. In an instant, his eyes flutter shut, a soft, tired groan easing up from his chest. ]

Oh...

[ He had almost forgotten how nice it was to have someone tend to him. To touch him where he is so sensitive, especially when he needs it most. ]

A-alright, maybe I won't...tickle you anymore...

[ ...Today. ]

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