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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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[ 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. ]