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[ never before has alisaie so deeply, keenly known what it is to feel bittersweet.
arriving on hydaelyn again, surrounded by the familiar walls of the rising stones, eorzea's peoples and lands safe, restored, full - is it not what she had dreamt of since first she awoke in that icy pod? since she looked out over a wide vista of stars and attempted to process the fact that her home was gone? mourning an entire world had been a monumental effort, and when the news had come that their homes could yet be salvaged she had never been more relieved.
that relief, of course, had been soon followed by a sweeping despair. they were to return home, and only home, the natha had a duty to fulfill, to see to it that everything was restored exactly as it was, no exception, no compromise. for the greater good, they had insisted, and alisaie's heart had broken clean in two. she had made so many connections, so many close friends, she had carved a life out for herself on el nysa and -
- and prompto. to lose him forever was an ache she could not bear. she had already lost so much, so many, and to lose him.. of course she fought. she railed and shouted herself hoarse, she petitioned the natha again and again, begged, but they would not be moved. and so she was home again, surrounded by familiar walls and familiar friends, but on her clothing she could still smell prompto's skin, the sensation of his last kiss clinging to her mouth like a ghost.
a week of stunned grieving was all she allowed herself, but alisaie would not be defeated. traveling to other worlds.. it is possible, she has seen it done. the ascians, the warriors of the first - all had traveled between the planes, and alisaie was entirely certain, with all of her heart, that his eos was one of the many echoes, the worlds connected to her own by the sundering of the mothercrystal. prompto was gone and yet he still somehow felt so very close, just out of reach of her touch, her voice, her heart.
the pregnancy, of course, had been.. entirely unexpected. the natha had rendered them sterile, but she can only assume that they had reversed it some time before their restoration of their homes, long enough for him to quicken within her womb and leave her with a soul to remember him by, a sweet child with her own dark eyes and prompto's fair hair, and smile, and laugh that breaks her heart to hear. but gods she loves him, this little sunshine boy who thrives on touch and love, who sleeps well and smiles often and gives her the extra drive she needs to work, to finish, to find the way to drive open the doorway between their worlds. it is unstable, and unable to linger for long, it is entirely possible that this is a one-way trip, that she will never be able to find her way back, and that is all that stalls her. prompto is her heart, her husband, the mother of her child - but hydaelyn is her home, her family is here, and the thought of leaving her brother behind forever, leaving urianger, and the scions..
gods, it is nearly enough to unmake her, to convince her to abandon her work.
but they remind her, all of them, that prompto too is her family, that their child deserves to know his father, that if she does not make this step she will never see him again. she will.. simply have to do it again, to find a way to keep the doorway open. and if she has not, at least she has said her goodbyes, she has made her peace, and decided what it is that she needs.
and so that is what brings her here at last, to eos, where the air is thick with darkness, where the aether is in upheaval. gods, this is the home he had returned to? this is where he has been? the atmosphere is heady and oppressive, the roads swarmed with terrible daemons. she had made the right decision.
finding him, however, was much more difficult. finding her way to a well lit station had been difficult enough in a foreign world, and she had learned quickly to arrange her hair to cover her ears, avoiding questions she does not have the time to answer. but soon enough she had learned of him, where he was, and how to arrive there - to a city called lestallum, the last great bastion against the doom hovering on the horizon.
alisaie's heart is pounding when she arrives before the worn wooden door, in a narrow staircase with yellow walls, the paint peeling and the light harsh. she's ruffled and dusty with travel, exhausted and anxious, smelling of sweat and chocobo but once she had arrived in the city she could not bring herself to wait another second before searching him out, finding him. hefting the sleeping child higher on her hip, alisaie presses a kiss to his pale blonde head, taking a deep, stilling breath.
and she knocks. ]
arriving on hydaelyn again, surrounded by the familiar walls of the rising stones, eorzea's peoples and lands safe, restored, full - is it not what she had dreamt of since first she awoke in that icy pod? since she looked out over a wide vista of stars and attempted to process the fact that her home was gone? mourning an entire world had been a monumental effort, and when the news had come that their homes could yet be salvaged she had never been more relieved.
that relief, of course, had been soon followed by a sweeping despair. they were to return home, and only home, the natha had a duty to fulfill, to see to it that everything was restored exactly as it was, no exception, no compromise. for the greater good, they had insisted, and alisaie's heart had broken clean in two. she had made so many connections, so many close friends, she had carved a life out for herself on el nysa and -
- and prompto. to lose him forever was an ache she could not bear. she had already lost so much, so many, and to lose him.. of course she fought. she railed and shouted herself hoarse, she petitioned the natha again and again, begged, but they would not be moved. and so she was home again, surrounded by familiar walls and familiar friends, but on her clothing she could still smell prompto's skin, the sensation of his last kiss clinging to her mouth like a ghost.
a week of stunned grieving was all she allowed herself, but alisaie would not be defeated. traveling to other worlds.. it is possible, she has seen it done. the ascians, the warriors of the first - all had traveled between the planes, and alisaie was entirely certain, with all of her heart, that his eos was one of the many echoes, the worlds connected to her own by the sundering of the mothercrystal. prompto was gone and yet he still somehow felt so very close, just out of reach of her touch, her voice, her heart.
the pregnancy, of course, had been.. entirely unexpected. the natha had rendered them sterile, but she can only assume that they had reversed it some time before their restoration of their homes, long enough for him to quicken within her womb and leave her with a soul to remember him by, a sweet child with her own dark eyes and prompto's fair hair, and smile, and laugh that breaks her heart to hear. but gods she loves him, this little sunshine boy who thrives on touch and love, who sleeps well and smiles often and gives her the extra drive she needs to work, to finish, to find the way to drive open the doorway between their worlds. it is unstable, and unable to linger for long, it is entirely possible that this is a one-way trip, that she will never be able to find her way back, and that is all that stalls her. prompto is her heart, her husband, the mother of her child - but hydaelyn is her home, her family is here, and the thought of leaving her brother behind forever, leaving urianger, and the scions..
gods, it is nearly enough to unmake her, to convince her to abandon her work.
but they remind her, all of them, that prompto too is her family, that their child deserves to know his father, that if she does not make this step she will never see him again. she will.. simply have to do it again, to find a way to keep the doorway open. and if she has not, at least she has said her goodbyes, she has made her peace, and decided what it is that she needs.
and so that is what brings her here at last, to eos, where the air is thick with darkness, where the aether is in upheaval. gods, this is the home he had returned to? this is where he has been? the atmosphere is heady and oppressive, the roads swarmed with terrible daemons. she had made the right decision.
finding him, however, was much more difficult. finding her way to a well lit station had been difficult enough in a foreign world, and she had learned quickly to arrange her hair to cover her ears, avoiding questions she does not have the time to answer. but soon enough she had learned of him, where he was, and how to arrive there - to a city called lestallum, the last great bastion against the doom hovering on the horizon.
alisaie's heart is pounding when she arrives before the worn wooden door, in a narrow staircase with yellow walls, the paint peeling and the light harsh. she's ruffled and dusty with travel, exhausted and anxious, smelling of sweat and chocobo but once she had arrived in the city she could not bring herself to wait another second before searching him out, finding him. hefting the sleeping child higher on her hip, alisaie presses a kiss to his pale blonde head, taking a deep, stilling breath.
and she knocks. ]
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so prompto is suitably stunned, it seems, but in his eyes she can see her own joy and quiet excitement reflected, and his smile, bright as the sun, is enough to lift her heart. before she knows it she's mirroring that smile, grinning so widely that it makes her cheeks ache, and when he wraps her up in his arms she hiccups a gleeful laugh, her arms lifting to slip over his shoulders and hug close to him.
carrying louisoix had been an incredible journey, and she would not trade her memories of his childhood for the world. he is her firstborn, her little ray of hope, the bright smile that had kept her going when all seemed lost beyond hope, or too difficult to face. still, to have prompto beside her this time, to be here through it all, to know that he will witness the first moments of this new child's life - gods, she couldn't be happier for him, for them both. he deserves it, to be able to grasp this chance that he had once missed.
a warm chuckle rolls from her like the sound of a bell, and alisaie turns to press a line of kisses to his cheek. ]
Now, it is still very new, so we must be.. careful, but..
[ she pulls back just enough to touch her forehead to his, bumping her nose gently to his own. ]
.. but I simply could not wait to tell you.
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He at last cracks his eyes open when Alisaie leans her forehead against his, meeting her gaze and seeing reflected in it the same joy he feels, the same joy he's certain he will be feeling for days. Weeks. Months - nine months, to be exact. He has so many questions, and they will have so much to figure out - and as she says, they must be careful. Even in his elation, he knows it won't be easy, but gods, he wants this. He wants this more than anything. ]
I - [ he swallows thickly ] - I'll be here this time.
[ An obvious fact, but one he wants to commit to words anyway, for how wonderful it is, how great it feels to say as much. ]
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lifting her hands, alisaie gently draws her thumbs beneath his eyes to sweep away the tears, her eyes still searching his own. ]
I know you will.
[ and no doubt he is sure it will be a wonderful experience - and it will be, uncomfortable and painful as carrying and birthing a child had been, it had still been an experience that she would never take back - still, prompto has no idea what he's in for.
but those are surprises for another time. for now they can enjoy this moment, and that they are here to experience it together. she cannot stop smiling, pressing soft little kisses to his lips over and over. ]
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When his tears finally cease, his smile irrevocable, Prompto nuzzles against her cheek, warm and fond, hands slipping against her stomach again. ]
Anything you need...just tell me.
[ He will do anything and everything he can. ]
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anyway, she chuckles, leaning back enough to look into his face. ]
I shall need your patience, most of all.
[ because yeah he has no idea what he's getting into at all.. prepare yourself prompto. ]
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You got it. I mean, I'm just returnin' the favor, after all you put up with from me.
[ There's a rolling laugh in his voice, but, well...it's true... ]
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That's fair.
[ this is for all the whining she has had to endure from him for all the long, long years she has known him.. ]
Are you excited?
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Am I excited? Are you for real? I'm so happy I could just float away right here. Better tie me down!
[ He laughs, a purely joyful sound before pressing another kiss to her brow. ]
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I shall see to it that your feet remain planted firmly on the ground.
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I know you will. [ At last, his eyes travel to where Louisoix is slumbering on the couch. ]
Should we...tell him?
[ He might not really understand, but he ought to know, shouldn't he? ]
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she steps back at his prompting though, and casts a glance toward the snoozing boy. ]
I suppose we shall.
[ he's going to be a big brother!! very exciting. unless he wants to send the baby back in the mail, like she tried to do with her brother a few times. ]