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[ it's raining, but alisaie does not mind. she likes the rain. it brings to mind peaceful, private moments, times during her childhood when she would be left alone and unbothered. it reminds her of calm, and tranquility, and safety. it's also an excellent time to read a book, one of her favorite activities. the steady fall of rain beats down on the roof and against the window on which she is leaning back, comfortable on her bed, shoes off and legs tucked up beneath her.

alisaie, unsurprisingly, has been here for a few days already, having arrived early to give herself time to unpack, decompress, and adjust to the space. she'll have a roommate this year, something she is not at all excited about, but it is what it is. given her family's influence, she could have gotten a single room, but that would've made her stand out even more and so instead she has chosen to attend normally, and bring no more attention to herself than necessary. even if it means having to share her space. with any luck, she'll land herself a social, popular roommate who is never in their room unless absolutely necessary, and she won't have to worry too much about feeling cramped.

while the space looks lived in, there's still a few boxes on her desk left to unpack, her suitcase half-full and leaning against the closet, but her books already sit in her shelves, filling every possible space without spilling onto her would-be roommate's side, though fitting them all has certainly been.. a challenge. her desk, too, is piled with notebooks, binders, textbooks, alchemy supplies, mining samples.. look, she's taking a lot of classes?? like, every class. notably, too, her rapier and crystal focus lean against the wall beside her bed, well polished and sharpened, cared for, and a cup of tea sits cooling on her bedside table, atop, you guessed it, more books. it's a theme.

when you are deep into a book, however, time tends to slip away from you, and alisaie has not noticed how much time has passed until suddenly the doorknob is turning. her breath catches in surprise, and she sits up straight in bed - gods, is it already late afternoon?? she didn't leave herself any time to mentally prepare to live with a stranger!! ]

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[ Maybe Prompta doesn't know the truth about Alisaie's feelings for her, but she's not too drunk to make her decision. It's not as though this would be the first time they would be kissing, and even if these wouldn't be for the express purposes of practicing, this is...well, still practice, isn't it? Plus Prompta can't deny that those kisses had been nice, and she...wouldn't mind more of them.

And there's no one should could trust more in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven than Alisaie, really. So taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Prompta risesand follows Alisaie's lead, moving towards the closet as her heartbeat starts to pick up. ]

W-we shall!

[ She's nervous, but in an excited sort of way that can't be attributed entirely to the booze. ]

[ alisaie's heart is pounding in her throat, and she's still shocked that prompta hasn't turned her down. maybe nothing will happen when they go into that closet, maybe nothing should happen, but she could still say no to even this, and go to pull another name out of the hat - the name of someone she might want to kiss far more.

but she hasn't, and now they're moving, stepping through the hot, stuffy, oppressive air, and into the dark closet. the door snaps behind them to the sound of several giggles, and alisaie hears the definitive click of a lock. normally it might be a little terrifying to be, you know, locked into a closet by people who might as well be strangers, but she can feel prompta's hand in her own, hear the sound of her breath so close. it isn't scary at all.

the closet is small and cramped, which she supposes is the point, but she is able to turn to face prompta fully, though the light is dim, bleeding through the crack at the bottom of the door, she can make out the outline of prompta's face.

without thinking, her other hand finds prompta's free one until she's holding both, sliding her fingers through prompta's until they're weaved together, drawing close. her voice is low, breathless. ]

Should we..?

[ The question is barely out of Alisaie's mouth before Prompta is leaning in, chuckling low in her chest as she presses her lips to the other girl's, warm and eager.

Maybe it's the darkness, or the sound of the lock clicking into place. Maybe it's the fact that she's drunk, her nerves spurned by the alcohol in her system and the atmosphere of the party, but regardless of where it comes from...she wants this. She wants Alisaie, the feel of her mouth, the taste of her that has lingered in the back of her mind since those practice kisses. She wants to enjoy this, wants to lose herself in the feeling, and not worry about anything else except for the precious little time they have in here together.

So she kisses Alisaie fervently, letting go of her hands, but only so she can wind her arms around Alisaie's waist, pressing flush against her. ]

[ prompta is so bold, so assertive, that for a brief moment alisaie is taken aback, inhaling sharply in surprise. in most cases it is alisaie who is the assertive one, and prompta who wavers, but their roles have reversed; alisaie's hold on her hands was so timid, her voice tremulous and unsure, but prompta wipes that all away in a fit of confidence that has the bottom of alisaie's belly dropping out.

it feels so perfect.

they're both a little drunk, and messy, but prompta's mouth feels warm and sweet and in an instant alisaie's shock melts away. a soft, mewling noise rises from her throat, the sound of sweet, aching relief, and alisaie's arms are up, sliding around prompta's shoulders and squeezing hard, holding to her, one hand slipping into her soft, messy blonde hair. she's used to the scent of prompta's skin, for how often she is affectionate, but right now that scent is all there is, it fills her senses alongside the warm press of her lips.

it had been easy enough, before, to deepen the kiss, to explore further, but they had gone slowly, gently. there is nothing gentle, now, about the way alisaie presses back into this kiss, her lips parting and her tongue dipping, searching, while her fingernails bite into prompta's scalp. ]