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[ being in insomnia again is.. strange. the city is the same as she had remembered, and yet so different, so strange after so many long years in tenebrae. this city seems so enormous and sprawling, sharp and stark in comparison, bright and chrome and full of people. though she remembers her time here, her earliest years, she was still quite young when her parents swept she and her brother back to the motherland, and those tender years of growth had been spent in a city very different, a home that she had grown used to, settled into.
and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?
alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.
still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.
yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.
the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]
and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?
alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.
still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.
yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.
the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]
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HMMMM..
prompto is pretty much an open book, and his discomfort is very, very obvious, but they're moving forward which is all that matters for now, even if she's giving him the sideeye while they're walking along. ]
Are you sure you're all right? You're looking a bit green.
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Well, it's not as if he hasn't made a fool out of himself in front of her already. This will only drive the point home. ]
Who, me? [ WHO ELSE, DUMMY ] N-nah, I'm fine! Must be the...ssssun.
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[ is he gonna faint??
oh wait, check out those arachnes!! alisaie peels off from his side to approach one of the enclosures. look at it click and skitter!! ]
It's enormous.
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Eugh...disgusting...
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Look at how hairy this one's legs are!
[ :relaxed: ]
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But Prompto isn't coming even one step closer. He keeps his distance, hanging back with a tight expression on his features. ]
Yyyyyyyep, sure - s-sure looks hairy!
[ He can see from here just fine! ]
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Yes, it -
[ she glances over her shoulder, pausing mid-sentence when she sees just how.. far away he is.. ]
Prompto? Is everything all right...?
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Prompto has his hands up covering his mouth in abject horror, his face pale and almost sickly. How can she stand so close to it? What if it tries to attack her? Alisaie, please??? ]
O-oh, uh - y-yeah! Everything's...a-okay! I just - like to observe from a distance!
[ That's all there is to it! ]
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prompto, on the other hand.. ]
Oh?
[ alisaie's mouth curves immediately into a wicked smile, her eyelids lowering. ah, he presents such an easy target. alisaie wanders back toward him again, and takes both of his hands into hers to begin sloooowly tugging him back toward the enclosure. ]
Come now, you can hardly enjoy it from back there. You probably cannot even see its mandibles!
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I-I-I'm okay without - seeing the - mandibles -
[ He's going to spontaneously combust. ]
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but not guilty enough to stop. ]
Look! It's so much bigger up close.
[ listen to that rattling hiss!! ]
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[ She's SURE PROVEN THAT POINT. He's far closer to an arachne than he would ever like to be. On the other hand, a cute girl is holding his hand while doing it. Although really...that only makes him more stressed. ]
C'mon, we've seen enough of this guy, d-don't you think?
[ He'll try to step away and pull her along with him. Remember the Spiracorns next door?? Those seem much better!! ]
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it takes her a moment to realize they're still holding hands, but soon enough she clears her throat and drops her hands away and back to her sides, though not before she nudges him roughly with her shoulder. ]
I had forgotten that you were so terrified of insects.
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But okay, off to the gryphons it is. Prompto has remained acutely aware of their prolonged hand-holding since the moment she took them, and yet somehow, once she drops his hands his heart starts thundering even louder. She...held on for longer than he thought she would have. Probably just a fluke. He definitely won't be thinking about it for the next three weeks straight.
(He will absolutely be thinking about it for the next three weeks straight.) ]
H-heh, I know, I know! It's just...they're so...eugh, you know?
[ How eloquent, how succinct. ]
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[ she teases with a twisting grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling; alisaie is never more in her element than when she is gently, good-naturedly torturing someone.. she's also not currently feeling tormented by the thought of holding hands, she's already all but forgotten it, so she's all smiles. ]
I think they're quite fascinating. You're such a scaredy-coeurl.
[ said with such affection!! ]
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Hey, I just know what I like! And creepy-crawlies are not on that list.
[ He's not ashamed!! ]
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That is a fancy way of saying you are a scaredy-coeurl.
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[ NOT ASHAMED ]
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[ the BUT I'M NOT A SCAREDY-COEURL!! is implied.. also remember when she used to be the one who protected him from the bullies? how the turn tables. she probably bullied him then too tho tbh.. ]
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Oh, I know, I know! Your standards for monsters could use some work, though...
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Come now, it cannot help the way it looks. Likely enough it finds you equally hideous.