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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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[ 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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Well..
[ it's a.. good question, really. alisaie hasn't really been close with very many people, certainly few enough who had influenced her enough for her to consider naming a child for them. her grandfather had been an easy choice, but other than that.. well. she's coming up dry, for names with any poignant meaning. those she's close with are, you know, still alive. ]
I have always liked the name Lucienne. And Fabienne.
[ luna and luci. freya and fabi. ]
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[ He lets the names roll off his tongue, feels the texture of them in his mouth. They really are lovely names, perfect for the little angels his daughters would no doubt be.
(...There better be at least one girl in there.) ]
We could always flip a coin.
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Gods, no, I am not going to name our child with the flip of a coin.
[ she doesn't want to have to tell them that when they're older.. ]
I suppose we'll have to decide, eventually.
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S'pose so... [ He snuggles just a bit closer, knees curling against the backs of hers, eyes fluttering closed against her neck. ]
Maybe we'll just know...when we see 'em.
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I think we will.