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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.. ]

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[ He clears his throat, uncertain of how to put this, but decides ultimately it's better to be straightforward. Her gaze warms his cheeks when their eyes meet, his heart fluttering pleasantly in his chest. Would the whole evening feel like this? He wouldn't mind so much if it did. ]

Well, it's just...I-I know...this sort of thing isn't really your...scene. We don't have to go in there. If you'd rather just...go hang out somewhere, without any of the crowd or people watching, just say the word.

[ One last chance to give her an out. He wants this evening to be memorable for her, too, not stressful and uncomfortable. ]

[ not for the first time, his impossible kindness touches her heart. he is still so very much the same boy she had known when they were young, sweet and generous and docile, ever looking out for the happiness and well-being of those around him, before his own. to think she had thought him so changed..

alisaie's expression softens into a smile. ]

That does not sound as if it would be very satisfying for you.

[ she knows him. he loves this sort of thing. he had even gone so far as to procure a corsage for her, she knows how much he wants to hit all of the hallmarks of the night. ]

Perhaps.. we will leave a bit early.

[ she can't in good conscience deny him the entire night. ]

[ He's surprised to find that her answer...isn't exactly unexpected. Because just as he knows her disposition towards these sort of events, so does she know his, and for all Prompto is an introverted bundle of nerves, he enjoys celebration, he enjoys making the most of things, and truly, it wouldn't be much of a prom if they didn't dance together at all.

So he nods, smiling once again. ]

Got it. If I don't trip on my two left feet early, anyway. [ So he says, anyway. He may have a few tricks up his sleeve where that's concerned, too, but...he's definitely no natural dancer.

He thanks Ignis then, before slipping out of the door to trot around the car and open Alisaie's door for her. Once the door is open, he extends a hand to her. ]

Milady.

[ please do not tip your fedora, prompto.. though she graciously waits while he comes around, knowing full well that he's likely all but giddy to get the door for her. alisaie isn't really much for chivalry, but it makes him happy. she slips her hand into his. ]

Thank you, kind ser.

[ and after offering her thanks to ignis as well, alisaie carefully climbs from the car, sure not to trip on her skirts, and closes the car door behind her. the street is thronging already with their peers, all in their lovely dresses and sharp suits, but alisaie does her best not to look at them. she may have made friends with prompto, but he's about the only one, to most of them she is still that strange and foreign snob they'd assumed her to be when first she arrived. she's not really done much to dispel that belief, really..

nevertheless, they don't matter tonight. with a smile, she slips her arm into prompto's. ]

Shall we?

W-we shall.

[ She takes his arm and his heart jumps right back into his throat, beating hard and fast and making it difficult for him to breathe, but he doesn't seem to mind too much. It's exhilarating, behind this close to her without being hindered by his own nerves. He is nervous, but he's excited too, and for the moment, that is the louder voice in his head. He's at the prom with Alisaie!

And as soon as they're inside, he leads her to the dance floor, where after a few fumbles, he manages to lead her into a close, slow dance, and then another, and another. ]

[ she's nervous at first when he leads her to dance - it's been a long time since she has danced at all, and there are so many people around, her thoughts are thick as cotton and her heart is pounding in her ears.

but prompto fumbles, and she trods on his feet, and they both have a good laugh; soon enough she's wondering why she is nervous at all. this is prompto, her first and only friend, they have shared so many laughs and difficulties - of all people, she has nothing to be nervous about, with him. once she realizes this it gets much, much easier, and the tension in her posture begins to ease.

the music slows, and though her heart flutters alisaie does not hesitate to slip her arms over his shoulders, and it's not long before she's pulling in nearer, one hand snagged into the lapel of his blazer, her head tucked up beneath his chin, resting against his collar.

he's so.. warm, and he smells so good, so clean and familiar and comforting.. ]

[ She rests her head against his shoulder and he is certain that she must be able to hear his heart thundering against her ear. He's...never been close to someone like this before. It's different than the times when they have hugged, or even the time they had sat so close on the floor of her bedroom. His crush must be all but obvious to her, but even still, she remains so close, like she...wants to be here. With him. Tucked right up beneath his chin.

Could she...want that? With him?

Exhaling tremulously, he winds his arms around her waist as they dance, securing her close, though his fingers tremble terribly as he does so. She must think him so foolish and silly, yet she still does not pull away. She lingers close, and fills up his heart with a warmth he has never known.

After dancing like this for some time, he leans close to her ear, and murmurs: ]

You wanna...get out of here?

[ He's having a great time, but he still intends to make good on their deal. ]

[ though she can feel his hands trembling, this is.. a comfortable warmth between them, like she belongs here, fitting perfectly in his arms and right up beneath his chin. what a strange thought.. and so very unlike her, but one she cannot get off of her mind. how strange it feels to.. act her age.

his mouth so near to her ear sets a shiver down her spine when his breath tickles it, and she cannot help the way her insides clench up, or how her heart leaps up into her throat. but she pulls back just enough to look at him, still so close, near enough to feel the warmth of his breath, to make out the shine in his eyes. ]

Yes.

[ it's difficult to pull away, he's so warm, his arms around her so secure, but she makes up for the loss by slipping her hands into his own in order to tug him away, and off of the dance floor. ]

Did you have anything in mind?

[ He misses her the warmth and closeness the instant she pulls away, but then she's slipping her hands into his instead, and perhaps that's not such a bad trade. This night has already been more than he could have ever hoped for, ever have expected — his cheek still tingles where she had kissed him — but if they slip away to have a little time alone, maybe...

Gods, he's foolish to even think it. But he can't get the way she looked at him at the end of their last dance out of his head. He can't get the memory of her head against his shoulder out of his head. Is it so wrong, for him to have something like this? If...if it's what Alisaie wants, too?

His heart impossibly light in his chest, he steps with her through the doors. Prompto doesn't lead her to a waiting car, but instead sets out on foot towards a familiar beaten path. ]

I was thinkin' of a place...

[ As he leads her, fingers still shaking in hers, it won't take her long to deduce where they are headed, even if he doesn't elaborate further. There's really only one place the would wind up near here.

The park. She knows the one. ]

[ he could have any number of places in mind, but once they begin to draw near to the tire park, she realizes she should have known all along. it might be silly, but this place is.. meaningful. they spent time here as children, and more recently, this is where they came together again. the weight of this choice, and the connotations that come along with it certainly aren't lost on her, and not for the first time alisaie is wondering just how she managed to go so long without considering this. without bothering to untangle the complicated, but warm feelings in her heart.

that they're still holding hands also hasn't escaped her notice. but once they arrive, she's quick to drop his hand so she can rush ahead, immediately kicking off her shoes so she can move more quickly. they land some few feet away on the wood chips.

dress or no, alisaie is quick to hop right onto the nearest tower of tires, hauling herself upward like a little squirrel in a fancy dress. ]

Don't dawdle, Prompto!

[ Ah, there she goes, off like a bolt towards the tires, and a warm laugh bubbles out of him as he takes off after her. Coming here had absolutely been a conscious choice, and if she had taken him up on his offer to skip the dance entirely, this is where he would have brought her straight away. Sure, it's silly. It's just a playground, and they're nearly adults, but once Prompto had considered bringing her here, he couldn't get the idea out of his head. That she has taken to it immediately only reinforces the thought.

This was the right choice. All of this — asking her to prom, befriending her again, sticking by her side — was the right choice. He couldn't be happier in this moment, on this night, and he feels warm and carefree in an unparalleled way as he starts to climb the tire tower after her. ]

Dawdle? Who's dawdlin'? Not me!

[ her poor, pretty dress is going to be an absolute wreck by the end of the night, probably, i mean she's already tripping a little on the skirts, but eh, it's achieved its purpose, hasn't it? she attended the prom, they danced - it's fine now if it gets a little, you know. ruined.

true to his name, prompto catches up quickly, and by the time she crests the tower he is hot on her heels, though she shoots him a grin over her shoulder nonetheless. ]

I'm not so sure. Are you losing your touch?

[ And good luck to Prompto on getting his deposit on this tux back...but he can't bring himself to worry about his clothes right now. And anyway, they're easier to move around in than a dress would be, and he's not about to let Alisaie show him up!

Especially when she sasses him like that! Laughing full and warm, he reaches her side atop the tire tower, winding his arms around her waist without thought. ]

Ha! Got you!

[ She's his now!! ]

Edited 2018-05-27 18:25 (UTC)

[ she's always been his..... :relaxed:

after a night of closeness and dancing, alisaie hardly bats an eye at the feel of his arms around her, though she nevertheless feels the thrill up her spine, warmth burgeoning in her heart and rising into her face. but she laughs despite it, bright and warm and easy, her own arms sliding right over his shoulders and around his neck, her head tipping forward to touch her brow to his.

she's breathless, and not only from the run and the climb. he's so warm, he smells so nice, his arms are so strong and secure.. alisaie feels her throat tighten, and she has to close her eyes to keep hold of herself. ]

Prompto, I.. [ her voice trembles. ] .. thank you. Tonight has been lovely.

[ All at once, he becomes acutely aware of just how close she is, of how he can feel the soft brush of her breath on his cheek, the warmth of her brow against his, and it leaves him... perilously weak-kneed. It's a bit dangerous, considering a fall from the top of the tire tower would be rather painful, but he is hardly thinking about that right now. All he can think about is her, how wonderful this night had been, and how they are closer than they have ever been before.

His heart beats madly against his throat, but he can't stem the flow of emotions surging through him, nor does he want to. Hey lets them fill him up until the sounds of his doubts a d insecurities are all but drowned out completely. ]

Even the part where I stepped on your toes?

[ His voice is a breathless whisper, but the sound of a laugh still rides on it. ]
.

[ the heat of the moment is thick and heady, alisaie can feel her heart in her throat, her breath shivering, her nerves alight and yet somehow still she as not afraid. anxious, perhaps, but even then it is a giddy sort of energy. being so close to him is wonderfully sweet, she can't help but feel safe, like the entire universe has narrowed to this little sliver of space that they occupy. nothing can hurt them, here. ]

Yes, even that part.

[ she smiles through the words, though like his they are but a whisper, her exhale rushed. her face feels hot as hellfire, her blood rushing in her ears, but she knows what it is that she wants, and alisaie has never been the sort to shy away from seizing what it is that she desires - yet still she must screw up her courage to speak again. ]

Prompto? [ she murmurs, softly, her fingers tightening in his collar, trembling. ] Will you kiss me?

[ He had already been thinking about it. Of course he had. Since they had lingered so close, sitting on the floor of her bedroom, he had been think about it, about what it would be like to kiss her if he ever, somehow, impossibly had the chance to. He has...never kissed anyone before, never so much as been on a real date before tonight, and to actually consider it happening is... surreal. He's wanted this for so long. He had accepted his feelings must be unrequited, because how could someone as special as Alisaie ever feel the way about him as he does about her?

And yet, here they are. Alone together and Alisaie is in his arms, asking him to kiss her. Just hearing the words makes his skin jump, electrified, and his face finds a way to burn even hotter. But for as surreal as it all is, there is only one way forward. Gods, he has no idea what he's doing, but... ]

I thought you'd never ask.

[ The joke is easy, but what comes next certainly is not. Still, he can't stop now, so he lifts a trembling hand to the side of her face, his thumb sweeping over her cheekbone as his eyes meet hers, heavy-lidded but intent. Her cheek feels so soft it's divine, and with a shuddering intake of breath, Prompto dips down and presses his lips to hers so soft and quick that she may wonder if he made contact at all.

But then he kisses her again, more assured of his target this time, letting go of his fear as his eyes flutter shut, letting what feels right guide his mouth against hers. ]

[ there's a brief moment where anxiety takes hold, where once the words have come out of her mouth she immediately wants to take them back. what is she thinking? sure, prompto may very well seem interested, but what if he's simply.. being kind, and affectionate? being himself? why in the world would she risk this friendship, the only one she has, so readily?

but then his answer comes, and relief floods her, followed immediately by a different sort of anxiety once he leans forward. the first kiss comes so quickly she barely feels it, little more than a brush of his mouth to hers, but then he finds his confidence and kisses her more fully, and it's enough to take her breath away.

neither of them have done this before, and that much is certainly evident in the way they hesitate, how it takes a moment for their mouths to lock together as they should, but it doesn't matter if they're clumsy or afraid. this is her first kiss, and there is no one she would rather have to bestow it upon her, no one else she would trust, no one she cares nearly enough about.

it's perfect.

alisaie inhales sharply against his lips, but it takes her only a moment to press back into it, to tilt her head and part her lips just enough that their mouths slide together. her hands in his collar tighten, white-knuckled, and she leans into him, into the texture of his mouth and the warmth of his body, into this wonderful, complete, private little moment. ]

[ It is perfect. It's a bit clumsy and slippery and strange, their lips moving against one another's to find purchase, feeling her very breath on his mouth, but it's exquisite, too. Her lips are warm and soft, her skin smells sweet, and soon enough they find the way their mouths best slot together when Alisaie turns her head and parts her lips, his own following suit as the kiss lingers and deepens. Were he not so wrapped up in everything he is feeling and experiencing right now, he might've floated away from his own body from his elation. Even when he turns his head and bumps her nose with hers, a breathless laugh slipping through their kiss, he doesn't break away. He wants this moment to go on for as long as possible, so he can remember it, everything about it, for the rest of his life. The cool night air, the goosebumps on his neck, the warmth of her body pressed into his. And this kiss, this perfect kiss, with this perfect girl.

He doesn't pull away. Not yet. His fingers only tighten in her dress as he continues to kiss her. It gets easier with every passing moment, more natural, as they acclimate, learning how to breathe in tandem, how to move their mouths together. He's always been nervous about trying new things, but this...

He could keep trying this all night. ]

[ for once, prompto seems wholly unperturbed by his lack of experience, which is a certain relief; this is something that they both must learn together, and there is no one else in this wide world with whom she would rather practice. there can be no expectations, no judgments, only the two of them, and this new and sweet connection, no distractions, no nagging cyclical thoughts, only the two of them, figuring out how to move forward together.

and gods, does it feel good. who could have thought that something so very simple as two mouths together could feel so exquisite? as if their lips were made for this, and this alone, and all other use has been secondary until this very moment; now that they have had a taste, how could they ever stop?

gently, carefully, alisaie drags her teeth over the meat of his bottom lip, both hands cupping his face now to keep him near, to feel the blazing heat of his skin beneath her touch. nothing in her life has ever felt so simply, easily right. ]

[ The feeling of her teeth pulling over his lip sends a spike of hot energy through his gut, and his fingers knit even tighter in the fine fabric of her dress, knuckles white. She takes his breath away with this kiss, leaving his dizzy and dazed, and yet he cannot bring himself to pull away so he can steady himself. Not when it's far, far easier to lose himself to sensation, to stop thinking entirely and just let the feelings in his heart take over.

Yet his knees wobble again, reminding him quite acutely how precarious they are on top of the tires here, and although he's not ready for this kiss to end, he wonders...hm.

With a shivering breath, Prompto pulls back, eyes half-lidded, and he doesn't hesitate before he starts to lead Alisaie down from the tires, arms still around her. He doesn't intend for them to go far, just to the ground, where they can get much closer, much more comfortable with these kisses if he can pull her right up into his lap.

...But maybe he's getting ahead of himself, and a little niggling voice of worry crops up in his thoughts as they step onto the ground again. Should he stop while he's ahead? But gods, he doesn't want to. ]

Can I...kiss you some more?

[ His turn to ask now. ]

[ the last thing she could ever want in this moment is for him to pull away, but she supposes that it is a necessary evil for the moment; toppling from this tire pyramid and breaking their necks might surely put a damper on this otherwise idyllic evening. even if it would be pretty funny.. given there weren't actually any broken necks.

but they're back on the ground soon enough, and already she's missing the feeling of his mouth on hers, her lips still tingling from the sensation, the memory of his warmth and taste. she wonders if he'll take her home now, if their night has peaked, and honestly, that wouldn't be so very bad.. to end a lovely night on a high note such as this - but when he's asking for another kiss instead, she can hardly suppress her smile. ]

You can kiss me as much as you like.

[ even saying those words out loud makes her face burn hot, and they echo in her ears strangely, like a dream - is she really saying such a thing? would she have ever dreamed she would say such a thing? tonight has certainly been a night of firsts. ]

[ The momentary break gives him a moment to look at this moment with a bit more clarity, to simply...marvel at how it has happened at all. That Alisaie had accepted his invitation to the prom was one thing. They could have gone as just friends and had a completely lovely evening together, regardless of Prompto's feelings for her, but what they have had...is so much more than he imagined it would be. They spent the night dancing close, holding hands, laughing and smiling and blushing, and now...this. These kisses, even for their fumbling and nerves, were perfect, and there's nothing more that he wants in this moment than to resume them. Perhaps he'll wake up tomorrow to find this was all a dream, but even if it is...he will enjoy every moment of this, and leave with no regrets.

So when Alisaie gives her answer, his breath catches in his throat, but he doesn't hesitate a moment before pulling her down onto the wood chips with him, his back against the tire tower, arms fitting right around her again before he presses his mouth to hers again. He hums softly against her lips.

Everything about this feels so right. ]

[ a little thrill jumps up her spine when he tugs her down, all but right into his lap, his mouth finding hers again instantly, with a confidence she so rarely sees in him that she cannot help but be pleased by it. it's lovely to see him so sure of himself, especially over something so difficult to face as this, but it can only give her assurance that this is just where they are meant to be right now, just what they should be doing.

and so her arms slip right over his shoulders again, curling tightly, but this time she returns his kiss with a bit more assurance, a bit more pressure, pushing the limits of what they can explore together. she tilts her head to find that perfect angle again, where their lips slot together and fit securely, where she can feel the rumble of his soft hum against her mouth in a way that makes her head spin. gods, it's so good.. ]

[ If he took a moment to stop and think about it, he would be amazed he isn't tripping over himself with nerves, too, but that's just it — he isn't thinking. He's only feeling, and this is what feels right. He's had this crush on her for months now. Years, if he's really being honest with himself, because even when they were children, she made him blush and fluster and his heart beat faster. To kiss her now, like this...it's absolutely thrilling, something he has long been dreaming of, and no part of him wants to stop.

So when she pulls near again his arms fold tight around her to hold her close, one hand cradling the back of her head. He kisses her like this for several long, wonderful minutes, her mouth sealed so tight over his that he can breathe in her very breath, and while there are still a few fumbles along the way when their noses and teeth bump, their rhythm is much more assured now, much more...deliberate. It's what gives him the courage to go on, to seek for just a bit more, even if he's already feeling lightheaded at the very thought.

Slowly, carefully, he traces her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, his heart thunderous once more, as he asks to take this kiss even deeper. ]

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wow!!!

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suffers through phone tagging just for u

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