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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. ]
rest in pieces prompto argentum
Wh - what is it?
[ He can't hear Louie crying... ]
think twice next time before knocking up the wife
but she hasn't, instead she has made life choices that have led her to this; things were so much simpler when she was blissfully single. anyway. carefully, alisaie shifts onto her side, one arm cradling her belly, the other folded beneath her head, her hair a wild mess. not only is it tousled from sleep, she can't really be assed to comb it more than like.. once a week. too much effort. ]
Do we.. still have that ice cream? What was it.. the road rocks?
he didn't even think once about it honestly
But she is not a seahorse, she is a girl! A woman. A very pregnant woman, and as the sleep-haze begins to lift, he understands all too quickly just what this is about. Ah, her...pregnancy cravings are acting up. But...right now? In the middle of the night??
Even in the darkness, she'll be able to make out the incredulous lift of his brows. ]
...Rocky road? Yeah, think so...what about it?
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I'm hungry..
[ and she's soooo faaaaat, getting up and going up and down stairs is really hard. :( your babies are hungry, prompto, and they want ice cream!! you wouldn't deny their hungry little mouths, would you? ]
time for them to actually learn how to use protection ig
Mm... [ He pauses for a moment, like he's going to argue it, but then he realizes just how dangerous that would be and thinks better of it. He will live to fight another day... ]
...Yeah, okay.
[ With a groan, he pushes himself fully upright, swinging his legs off the bed and running a hand over his hair. ]
You want anything else while I'm down there? Gummed worms? A fries, perhaps?
[ He likes to live dangerously and tease his pregnant wife when she's ornery in the middle of the night. ]
yeah that won't happen for like, 7 more kids yet
Yes.
[ she says, smartly, narrowing her eyes, her mouth curving into a pouty little frown. ]
Both would be lovely.
[ because now that he's brought them up, hell yeah she could go for gummed worms and a fries, but also this is his punishment. he could have been down there for like two minutes getting that ice cream, but now he's gonna have to heat up fries, too. don't tease ur pregnant wife, prompto.. ]
true....
Pregnancy has absolutely elevated her sass levels to new heights. ]
U-uh - if that's...what you want! Just, uh...might take a minute to make the fries...
[ He has many regrets right now. Why did he impregnate her...it seemed like a good idea at the time!
With a defeated sort of noise, he finally pushes himself up off the bed to shuffle downstairs to meet her majesty's demands. ]
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either way, he is complying, which is very wise of him. alisaie smiles sweetly, through the promised murder lingering at the back of her eyes. ]
Thank you, dearheart.
[ :) ]
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He gives her a fleeting, nervous smile before heading downstairs. It takes him about ten minutes to suitably heat up the fries, dish up the ice cream and a bowl of gummy worms, and toss it all onto a tray before he heads back upstairs. His footfalls are quiet and gentle as to not wake Louie. He doesn't need another family member making ridiculous demands in the middle of the night!
Stepping back into the bedroom, he sets the tray down on her nightstand. ]
Your order is ready, m'dam. Heh - I'm a regular Iggy, huh?
[ Wherever he is in Eos right now, Ignis no doubt feels a chill running down his spine. ]
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for her part, alisaie waits quietly, still curled on her side, tired but too uncomfortable (and ravenous) yet to doze. these days she mostly sleeps whenever she can, her life is less a day/night schedule and more a succession of naps that she takes when they present themselves. ]
You are a regular gourmet.
[ her smile this time is less sharp and more genuine. for all she wants to kick his teeth in for simply daring to lead a painless, non-pregnant life, most of that ferocious fury is hormones and exhaustion. she loves him, and he's catered to her needs mostly without complaint. he's a good boy.
but she only has eyes for that tray right now. it's a struggle to get up enough to sit with her back against the headboard, because she feels like humpty fucking dumpty right now, but for the allure of food, she will do it. alisaie considers each dish, and she could eat them all systematically, but.. why? nope. she scoops the ice cream up with fries and gobbles them down, cramming in gummy worms between bites. mmmmmmmm that's really hitting the spot. ]
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She is really going to town on that concoction, isn't she. Well, at least if wasn't one of those "I changed my mind get me something different" kind of weird pregnancy food cravings... ]
How's it taste? Lemme tell you, the gummy worms were the hardest part.
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Whrf-?
[ right, swallow. ]
Why?
[ there's nothing shady about these gummy worms is there.... ]
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I'm just teasin', beautiful. [ He adds the pet name for good measure. She may be slow and pregnant and gorging herself currently, but he still does not doubt her ability and willingness to scratch out his eyes at the drop of a hat. ]
You gotta deal with those little munchkins inside of you, so...I'm ready and willing to do whatever you need me to.
[ But of course, that goes without saying. ]
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[ he didn't seem so willing earlier!! or at least not so ready. she had to give him the eye daggers to get him out of bed. but she's got food now, so she's more than happy to forget that little detail; he came through for her in the end, dutiful as ever.
it doesn't take her much longer to cram down the last of it, every last fry, every single worm, scraping every last drop of ice cream from the bowl with her spoon. she even considers licking it.. but decides it isn't worth the effort. with a low groan of satisfaction, she licks her lips and slumps heavily back against the headboard, both hands braced loosely over her belly. ]
Your sweet little munchkins are overstaying their welcome, if you ask me.
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Once she relaxes back, he rolls onto his side, curling close - but not too close, so as to not overheat her. She's already got two people on her, he probably shouldn't add a third. Instead, he props his head up in one hand, the other slipping forward beneath one of her hands on her belly.
It's...still so surreal, to think his children are in there, growing by the way, and in not too long, they will arrive, his little bundles of joy. ]
Hey, they're welcome to come anytime. [ His fingertips gently sweep over her belly. ] Hear that, kiddos? Dad's ready to meet you already!
[ So do mom a favor and get out of there!!! ]
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[ she says through a soft laugh, threading her fingers through his own while they move. she's finally somewhat comfortable and full of rocky road gummy fries, going into labor right now seems pretty unappealing - but soon, please. she's really ready to be done with this pregnant with twins thing.
but as if on cue she feels the strange, tickling shift of one of the babies within her. someone is kicking, or punching, or wrestling their sibling out of the way, and she's quick to guide prompto's hand there, for him to feel it too. ]
I think they're as restless as I am.
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(They better be, anyway!!!) ]
'Cause they know how much fun we're having out here without 'em! [ He leans forward, hooking his chin over her shoulder, nuzzling to the corner of her jaw. ] Hope they cut you a break soon.
[ Even if he has no idea how unprepared he is to deal with her wrath during labor... ]
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.. but he will survive this night at least, in comfortable quiet. alisaie leans back into his arms with a soft sigh, wriggling downward in an attempt to get comfortable (as comfortable as she can possibly be with two small people in her gut), her hand still over his own, guiding it, holding to it. turning her head, she brushes a light kiss to his cheek, and closes her eyes. ]
Soon enough.
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He hums lightly, a soft sound prompted by the soft brush of her lips. She can be something of a terror these days, but she still has her sweet moments...provided he goes along with whatever ridiculous requests she has, anyway. ]
We're runnin' out of time to come up with names, y'know...
[ He's still ecstatic he gets to help name these ones this time...even if his track record for naming things is Not Great. ]
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[ an understatement?? these babies could pop out any day now and they're still waffling, but honestly, alisaie is more inclined to yield the floor to prompto on this one. she named louie on her own, without his input, and while she's absolutely sure he would have been fine with it had he been there, she still can't help but feel that he is owed the chance to make up for it.
promptina won't fly tho.. she will put down her foot if necessary. ]
Have you any suggestions?
[ because lbr he's probably been lining up names in his head since the day he found out she was pregnant. ]
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Hmm...
[ He breathes in deeply, his breath ruffling her hair. ]
I mean...got lots of people I wouldn't mind naming 'em after. If one of 'em's a girl, maybe...we could name her after Lady Lunafreya.
[ Luna had, after all, played such an instrumental role in Prompto's life. She's the reason he befriended Noctis at all, the only reason so much of his life has happened the way that it has. ]
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A good idea.
[ alisaie had never had the privilege of meeting lady lunafreya (unless one apps into nysa, eventually, in which case these brackets must be retconned), but she has heard plenty of stories of her famed gentle kindness and healing abilities, and of course, her hand in the path of prompto's life. it seems only fitting. besides, it's a lovely name. ]
And for a boy?
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...Noctis isn't a bad name, y'know?
[ He's just saying. ]
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No, it isn't.
[ she says through a smile, weaving her fingers through his own over her belly; the babies at last seem to have settled. maybe they liked the ice cream too. ]
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He turns his head just a bit, pressing a soft kiss to her ear. ]
But what if we get two girls, or two boys?
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