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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. ]

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[ she can't complain when his arms close around her; the both of them have been a little starved for love and unmitigated affection, and all things considered, they deserve a little time to be absolutely, unapologetically gross with each other. she'll take it. leaning back into his arms, she hums her approval, and turns her head enough to press a line of kisses to his jaw.

but then his hands are moving, he's setting to work, so she leans a little forward again to facilitate it.

gods. maybe it's because it's been a long time since last she got a nice, husbandly backrub, or maybe it's that he's just gotten so good at it over the years, or maybe it's both, but she can hardly stand how good it feels. prompto knows all the right places to hit, where she holds her tension, all those terrible little knots beneath the skin. ]

Mmmm..

[ she murmurs, closing her eyes and tilting her head forward. ]

That's lovely.

[ He's certainly had his fair share of practice, but it doesn't hurt that he enjoys touching her, too. He's always been such a tactile person that the simple act of working his hands over her back is rewarding for him, too.

As he kneads the tension out of her shoulders, he sweeps her braid to the side and dips his head forward to press a small kiss to the back of her neck. ]

Mh-hmm... [ He hums, a soft, contented sound in his throat. They're still on-duty — as parents, they're really never off the clock — but in moments like these, he feels as relaxed as he ever does. Safe, sound, with the love of his life and his family within these walls.

How in the world did he get so lucky? ]

Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?

[ He's not just saying that because of the handjob, honest. ]

[ is this just because of the handjob..

but no, alisaie is easily swept up in it as well, his hands on her body after so long feel sweet and tender and perfect, and it's so easy to lean back into him, every knead of his fingers has her loosening further, soon enough she is liable to melt into a puddle right into his lap.

a soft chuckle rolls like a purr in the back of her throat, and alisaie tips her head back to nuzzle to his jaw, pressing a warm kiss there, then a second, and a third. ]

You may always remind me as often as you like.

[ A quiet laugh escapes him, his skin tingling as she presses those soft kisses to his warm skin. It's hard not to be distracted by it, to actually keep his hands moving and continue his work, and he certainly slows with her attentions. There's no doubt about it — they needed this. ]

You sure about that? Might come to regret it...

[ He murmurs through a chuckle, nuzzling to her ear. ]

Mm.. you're right. I may have to enforce a limit.

[ she wouldn't put it past him to say it at least 100 times in a day, like a broken record that she wants to kick in the teeth. alisaie chuckles fondly, nipping at his earlobe, though she shies away when he nuzzles her own - no getting her riled up!! rude.

instead she snags his hands from their work and tugs them both tightly around her middle, leaning all of herself back into his embrace, with her legs tucked up. ]

But that is fine, I know how to quiet you if I must.

[ Look, he can't help it if her ears are cute and perfectly nuzzle-able...but she distracts him soon enough, pulling his arms around her and curling right up in his lap. He tightens his arms around her, crossing his ankles and hooking his chin over her shoulder once again. If she would rather cuddle now, far be it from him to resist. This is just fine with him. This is...perfect.

Let the record show that she initiated Promptopus Mode first... ]

Oh, yeah? And how's that?

[ He murmurs against her shoulder. He already knows the answer, but it's more fun to make her say it. ]

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[ oh he thinks he knows the answer, that's for sure.. alisaie smiles against his skin, her teeth grazing his earlobe, her voice soft and quiet. ]

Mm, well, I could kiss the breath from you, that is always an efficient method.

[ her words roll against him, velvet smooth and private in a way that is only for this space between them, her fingertips drawing tenderly over his knuckles - but we all know that it is only a matter of time before she strikes. alisaie twists suddenly in his arms, straddling his hips and using her leverage to tackle him down onto the bed, her hands slipping up his shirt to.. pinch at his ribs mercilessly!! ]

Or I could simply force you!

[ Were it not for the fact that minutes ago she had told him her vagina was too wrecked for even the slightest bit of action, he would have no suspicions whatsoever when she purrs so sweetly against him and pushes him onto his back — as it is, he doesn't even want to acknowledge his suspicions, because this is just so nice. But he knows her, he knows she is a dastardly betrayer, and when her hands slip up her shirt, he knows he's done for.

If she was hoping this would quite him, she is sorely mistaken, as Prompto guffaws loudly, howling with surprise and mirth as he grabs for her wrists to try to push her away and turn the tables. Two can play this game!!! ]

N-no! H-how could you?!

[ When he was all sleepy and mushy!!! ]

[ sleepy and mushy is the best time to strike..

prompto's laugh urges one from her as well, but she continues on pinching and tickling at his ribs ceaselessly, though she leans to pepper his face and lips with kisses as well. ]

It cannot be helped, you are but an easy target, my love..

[ She plays a dangerous game, because he is not afraid to retaliate, but also, he is laughing pretty loud, loud enough to possibly wake up any of the three children asleep in this house right now.

Not that he's thinking about this, laughing with reckless abandon and pushing her back so he can turn the tables on her dig his fingers into her sides. I can't believe how much tickling is happening in our threads right now... ]

[ can you not believe it? because i definitely can..

alisaie at least is slightly aware of the fact that there are sleeping children (a mother never forgets...) so she tries to muffle her laughter by biting her lips, though it still slips out. ]

E-Excuse me, ser -

[ at least she was giving him kisses too, gosh!! ]

What, c-can't you — t-take what you dish out?

[ He says through a fresh eruption of laughter, attempting to pin her arms to her sides — but only so he can lean his way down against her and seek her mouth with her own, kissing the laughter right from her lips. ]

Q-quiet, you'll wake the babies!

[ He murmurs. Pot, kettle. ]

[ wow now he dishes out the kisses!!

she won't complain though, even as her laughter bubbles against his mouth, and he isn't tickling her anymore so she can focus instead on the feel of it, the warmth of his mouth, his taste when she allows her lips to part.

.. man. not being able to bang is pretty much the worst. ]

We should sleep..

[ she finally says, whispering against his lips. ]

[ It is pretty much the worst, but they'll find a way to endure and make it all the better when she's finally ready again. But as to not get either of them too wound up now, Prompto lingers a moment longer before he settles down next to her, one armed looped lazily over her hip. ]

Yeah...they're gonna be up soon enough, anyway. [ The realities of parenting... ] I'll get up with 'em first tonight. You take it easy.

[ He's not sure if it's his turn or not, but, well, the handjob has its unintended consequences, too.

Humming in the back of his throat, he nestles his head into the crook of her shoulder, pressed right up against her side. ]

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[ thankfully he ceases in his torment (nevermind that she started it) and settles down comfortably against her like a good boy, and she hear not a peep from any complaining mouths beyond their walls. somehow, the children have slept through their romping giggles.

tugging up the blankets with one hand, alisaie pulls them up over them both, then turns her head to nuzzle into his fluffy hair, breathing in its clean, familiar scent. ]

Mm.. what a kind, loving husband you are.

[ handjobs get a lot of mileage. ]

[ They sure do...she would do well to remember this lesson.

No sooner does Alisaie pull the blankets up over them than does Prompto's eyes flutter shut, a warm, contented sigh gusting against her skin. It doesn't matter how many times they've fallen asleep together like this — he will never tire of it. ]

Mm...I do my best. Good night, sweetie.

[ she sure will, any time she doesn't want to do the dishes or go grocery shopping. prompto is a simple boy who enjoys simple pleasures.

with the light off and the blanket up now, alisaie threads her fingers into his hair and closes her eyes. it is such a simple thing to sleep beside someone, to sleep beside him, but after having been separated from him for years, she has learned how to soak in and enjoy every little moment alone like this, every kiss and touch, every night spent together leaning into one another.

gently, she presses a slow, sleepy kiss to his hair line. ]

Sleep well, my love.

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