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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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Not a moment after Prompto slips beneath the bed does the door open. It's the moment of truth. ]
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but alisaie is quick to find the fib. she was speaking with prompto. it isn't exactly a lie. that they were not speaking via speakerphone is simply.. a stretch, of course. a half lie that makes it much easier to tell, considering alisaie is not particularly gifted in the art of deception.
thankfully, her father does not question it. his expression eases, and with a smile he nods at last, wishing her a good night before he too is off to bed, and the door shuts, though first he of course reminds her to get some rest soon, it's getting late!! once the door clicks shut, alisaie waits several moments, following the sound of her father's retreating footsteps - not until she hears her parents' bedroom door close does she breathe again at last, shifting on the bed to lean upside down to peer under the dust ruffle, her braid falling, her smile curling. still, she keeps her voice soft. ]
The coast is clear.
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He breathes out a gusty sigh of relief as he starts to pull himself - quietly - out from beneath the bed. ]
Boy, that was a close call, huh? [ He keeps his voice quiet, a low hum, as he moves. ] For a minute there I thought we were busted for sure. Good thinking on the voice...chat....
[ He lets the last two words trail off, the warmth of a laugh still in them, as he catches himself looking into her eyes once more. It's not like before, where the sudden heat of embarrassment beset him because they had fallen together. This time...a different sort of heat sparks beneath his skin. He has wound up close to her on the floor, without even thinking about it, his knees touching hers, fingertips just brushing at their sides. The realization has heart kicking up into his throat, but he...doesn't feel paralyzed in place like he did the last time.
What if he...moved closer? He can't, he won't, but...what if he did? ]
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curiously, she lifts her eyes to his and finds -
well, she isn't sure. he's looking into her face so closely, she can see the warmth in his face, and - gods, he isn't thinking about earlier again, is he? alisaie feels a gentle prickle beneath her skin, a tightening in her throat that is.. so foreign to her. she doesn't understand it, can't really parse it, but she feels it like a tug in her heart. ]
.. what?
[ w-why is he looking at her like.. that.. ]
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He breathes in sharply, unsteadily - but he does doesn't move away or nearer. He remains where he is, close enough to feel the little rush of her breath against his skin. ]
I...
[ But he doesn't know what to say. His tongue feels heavy and useless in his mouth, and he swallows against a tight throat, his eyes lifting to meet hers again.
Why doesn't she pull away? Why is she still so close?
Quieter still: ]
Um - w-we...should...
[ Gods, he doesn't even know. ]
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she's never.. considered anything like this for herself. she's never even thought about what it might be like to have a.. a boyfriend or girlfriend, to have someone interested in her in that way. but he isn't.. he isn't interested, is he? he can't be. they're friends, they've always been friends, he's never flirted with her, or made a pass, or.. well, anything.? ]
.. should what?
[ she's helping. ]
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But he can't. The only way it wouldn't ruin their friendship would be if she reciprocated, and...she won't. He knows she won't. He's unlovable. Something like this...was not meant for someone like him.
He can't.
The spell breaks, and he stumbles for words again as he straightens, looking aside, above - anywhere but to her. ]
W-we should probably...it's late, I...
[ He should get going, is what he doesn't quite manage to say. ]
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the moment breaks, and alisaie is left staring into the space where his eyes had been locked on hers, but soon she quickly leans away. he hadn't been.. no - what a ridiculous idea. if prompto had feelings for her, surely he would have acted on them by now, yes?
gods, what is she even thinking? this is ridiculous. he pulls back from her, and she drops her gaze to her lap, then at last begins to climb to her feet. ]
Aye, I suppose you should be off.
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But he feels suddenly bereft, the space between them strangely unwelcome. This isn't going to be how it is from now on, is it? Is he going to be forever thinking about all the chances he isn't taking, paralyzed by losing her but wanting her all the same?
He bites his lower lip, stepping back to the window. ]
Y-yeah. Probably should. You've got that test to nail tomorrow!
[ He smiles softly, but genuinely for her, slipping one leg over the window sill before he asks quietly a moment later: ]
...Hey, Alisaie?
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she meets his eyes again only when he says her name? ]
Yes?
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He hesitates, swallows thickly before blurting out the words he wants to say before he can think better of it. ]
Will you go to prom with me?
[ ...Oh, gods above. He didn't plan this at all. It just...surged right on up, thoughtlessly, born right out of the night's frustrations without preamble. Of course, he had thought about it before...but he hadn't intended to ask her like this, if he even asked up the nerve to ask her at all.
But there it is, and in the quiet aftermath, Prompto is staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights. ]
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he.
did he just.. did she hear him right? alisaie flushes warm all but immediately, her surprise writ clear upon her face. ]
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alisaie drops her eyes shyly away, but her smile is obvious. ]
Yes, I will.
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[ Wait.
She said...yes?
Color flares up in his cheeks anew, and he nearly falls backwards out of the window. Sure, he had asked that without thinking, but he hardly expected her to accept. It's just - he's - and they -
...If she knew better, she wouldn't have said yes.
But he swallows the thought down, too elated to give it its due just now. She said yes.
A laugh spills out of him, warm and elated. ] G-great! That's - that's great. I, um - the details. We can - figure those out. Later.
[ But...holy shit. He can't believe he has a date for prom, and it's Alisaie.
He feels like the luckiest guy on Eos right now. ]
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honestly, it's gross, and concerning, because she's never felt this way before, and never particularly wanted to - were she to look in on this scene from somewhere else she would gag at herself for being so.. ugh.
yet here she is, still doing it. folding her hands in front of her, alisaie bites her lower lip in an attempt to wrangle her relentless smile, her gaze flicking up toward him again. ]
Goodnight, Prompto.
[ just go before you say something too stupid. ]