![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
[ 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. ]
no subject
but wrapped up in towels now, alisaie flicks off the light and moves back to the bedroom, snagging a second towel to rub into her hair as she sits, gingerly, on the bed, with a wince.
ah, bye bye endorphins, she hardly knew ye.. ]
No.
[ she says around a pout, her cheeks puffed. ]
I suppose we should get it over with..
no subject
With a sigh, he sits down beside her on the bed, glad to be off his feet at last. ]
Now I'm just your literal doctor instead of a sexy doctor...
[ Watch him pout, too!! Anyway, get that towel out of the way, he needs to touch her again, it's been like thirty seconds.
As he begins to unfurl the bandages: ]
Is it too soon to place or bets on a boy or a girl?
no subject
[ conception isn't that fast!! or maybe it is. i don't remember what i learned in health class. but she's probably not pregnant right this second, unless his sperms are as quicksilver as his namesake.
anyway, sperms aside........ she undoes her towel and drops it to her waist, carefully lifting her arms into the air to give him room to work. the bruising is pretty nasty, spanning her right side, over her ribs and back, but given she took a blow from an iron giant.. it could have easily been so much worse. she's hardy, for a smol.
alisaie laughs, grinning. ]
But don't worry, you shall always be my sexy doctor. Even with your hair sticking out like that.
no subject
Now, though, is the perfect time for it, whether Alisaie brought it up on impulse or not. They've gotten a handle on the three, and Louie is now at an age where he can help out, too. Another child...his smile bright and sunny as he surveys the damage done to her ribs. ]
Hey, wasn't it you who dried my hair? [ He teases back as he moves in front of her to begin wrapping. ] Buuuut I'll remember that next time I gotta hold your hair back while you ralph.
[ Always her sexy doctor... ]
no subject
Nevermind, you've destroyed the image. You'll never be sexy again.
[ also, she does not miss being pregnant, not even a little bit. the morning sickness, the aching back and feet, the sore... everything. having to pee every ten minutes. can't prompto carry it, this time? why hasn't mankind advanced far enough for this?
she hisses when the bandages pull taut, but the pressure feels good on her ribs. ]
no subject
Never? I dunno about that...might be time to bring out Agent Quicksilver again.
[ It's been awhile since their last sexy roleplay session. It makes it a little more difficult to have sexcapades when your kids are constantly cockblocking you, but they must reap what they sow.
Anyway, he pulls the bandages tight and smooths them out gently before tying them off, checking his work. ]
How do those feel?
no subject
alisaie exhales a low groan and lowers her arms at last, smoothing her hands over the taut bandages. she's sore, but that's unavoidable, the pressure feels good and strong but not too tight. they've spent more than enough time patching one another up (patching alisaie up, mostly, because the is Too Violent) that she's confident in his work.
muffling a yawn behind her knuckles - ]
Good. Thank you, love.
no subject
Maybe the children will spare them their usual wake-up calls, just this once...
A drowsy smile on his face, Prompto moves around the bed to slip underneath the sheets. ]
Maybe tomorrow we can all just have a big, ol' nap party...
[ They definitely all could use it. ]
no subject
Mm.
[ alisaie hums, with feeling, moving carefully beneath the covers herself so as not to disturb her bandages (or ribs), tugging them back up her body and settling in. after being so rudely awakened, and having to purge their home of daemons and deal with squalling children, it feels so, so good to lie back in bed. an easy sigh slips out of her as she turns her face into the pillow, reaching to curl one of her arms around one of his. ]
I would like that. [ a beat. ] Though mayhaps with pancakes as well.
no subject
...Pancakes it is. Chocolate chip, even. [ He hums quietly as he leans in to press a soft kiss to her mouth. ] Good night, sweetheart.
[ At last, they can rest easy. ]