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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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[ It was far from meaningless. In fact, it meant a great deal to him, which is why his expression tenses nervously. It shouldn't, after everything that had happened, but now that the heat of that night has passed and he's able to look at things with some perspective, he doesn't want to assume anything. They had danced and kissed and laughed and held hands, they had slept together, she had given him everything and still, he is nervous. What if she was just caught up the moment? She could have done so much better than him.

But he inhales slowly, long and deep, steeling himself as color flares up in his cheeks. It's now or - well, okay, not never, but he doesn't want to put this off any longer than he already has. She deserves to know his intentions, even if she does end up rejecting them.

So, here goes nothing. ]

Sooo...um... [ In spite of himself, his grin splits wide. ] We kinda...did things out of order, I think.

[ it certainly meant a great deal to her as well - she gave something to him that she can never take back, and though she would never want to, it was still a poignant gift nonetheless. but she's a teenage girl who is bad at people, so it is difficult not to have at least a few minor misgivings, or uncertainties.

but she trusts him. she trusted him that night, and she trusts him now, especially when his face flushes a rosy red. alisaie has an idea where this is going, but.. she'll let him finish. with a knowing smile, she lifts her eyes to his and chews her lower lip. ]

Did we?

[ She gives him that look, and there is...something reassuring in it. If she's onto him and is giving him that look, it can only be a good sign, right? Either way, it bolsters him to go on, to see this through without caving first. ]

Yeah. N-not that I'm complaining! Definitely not complaining...But...

[ His gaze drops away, bashful, he still he smiles. ]

Alisaie, I-I...really like you. A lot. A-and I never thought...I never thought something like prom night would... [ He trails off. He needs to cut to the chase, not burden this down with things she already knows. So instead, he pipes back up, meeting her gaze head on. ]

What I mean to say is...W-will you be my...girlfriend?

[ The question comes out rather rushed, his cheeks burning hot again, but - there it is. It's out there now, his heart, for her to take or leave. ]

[ yeah, she knows what he's about to say - or what she hopes he is about to say - but she wants to hear it from him, so she does not stop him, even though her smile broadens with every word. her face flushes and her eyes shine, but she keeps watching him, committing this moment to memory, the look of his face, the way he blushes right up to his hairline..

and then he asks those magic words, and alisaie drops her eyes and smiles so hard it aches - but she will reward his bravery soon enough, for not moments later she is lifting her chin again and standing on her tiptoes to press a warm, chaste little kiss to his mouth. it's been an entire twenty-four hours and more since she kissed him last, and it seems far too long. ]

I thought you would never ask. Of course I will.

[ No matter how she looks at him then, no matter how she smiles or blushes, he can't help but worry that she's preparing to let him down gently. He should be expecting that, really, and he will still never regret the night they had, but how could he expect anything more to have come of it? She couldn't really feel that way about him, could she? The way he feels about her. Not this loser.

So her acceptance still manages to catch him off guard, and he's a little slow to respond to her kiss, but when she draws back, he is looking bewildered — and overjoyed. She...said yes? To him? ]

R-really?! [ His surprise rings in his voice, and he nearly drops her books so he can throw his arms around her. He manages to resist, however. ] I-I mean — yeah! Sounds great, babe.

[ Pet names are a part of the deal, it turns out. ]

[ he looks surprised, but all she can do is smile - surely she's going to be unable to stop smiling all day, if not all week. how strange it is to care so much about this, this thing that sneaked up on her so quietly that she hasn't noticed it at all until it was upon her. she had been more than fully prepared to finish her high school years without a significant other - and her college years as well, if she's honest. the life of crazy dog lady was laid out comfortably ahead of her.

but then prompto had to come along and throw a wrench into all of it. gods. it tickles her when he calls her babe, even if it's silly, and she feels stupid for it. what a mess he has made of her.. ]

Then I suppose I shall.. see you later?

[ the bell is near on ringing, after all, students are already rushing past them to get to their classes on time. ]

Oh - my.. um. My parents will be away this weekend, if you.. if you would like to..

[ Ah, there's the bell, and this sweet moment between them is coming to a close all too quickly. It's going to be maddening, having to wait until lunch to see her again, and surely, she'll be the only thing on his mind until then. Alisaie...his girlfriend. He can hardly believe it. Wait until Noct hears about this!

But before they part ways, Alisaie makes her...offer? Is that what that is? And somehow, Prompto manages to go even redder than before. Her parents will be gone for the weekend. And his hardly notice when he's home, anyway, so... ]

If I would like to... [ He's attempting to play it coy, but one corner of his mouth curls, betraying him. ] Spend some time...at your place?

[ Is this real life?? ]

[ it's definitely not real life. alisaie can barely believe herself, tbh.

yet here they are nonetheless. thankfully prompto is picking up what she's putting down, but that does not keep the flush from her face, nor stop her from lowering her eyes. they've already gone as far as they can, they've slept together, she doesn't know what she could possibly have to be embarrassed about.. except for the fact that this is all still so very new. ]

Ah.. y-yes.

[ Yes, it is very new, and even if they already, you know, figured out the physical aspect of their relationship, there's still much to be discovered in the emotional side of things. But, really...will things feel all that different? In some ways, it feels as if they have been teasing at this for such a very long time, at least for him, considering how long he has been smitten with her. But even if they're now official-official, they're still Prompto and Alisaie. If they just happen to also kiss and get frisky now, that's all a wonderful bonus.

So he hums, bobbing his head, as if he really has anything to think over, before relenting: ]

Hm...bet I can squeeze it in. [ He dips down to kiss her forehead. ] You better get goin'. Don't want you getting any tardies on my account! I'll see you at lunch?

[ squeeze it in, please, he'll be there with bells on and they both know it. nevertheless, alisaie is glad that he doesn't seem to think that she is being too forward; it'll be nice to.. spend so much time with him, to navigate the new waters they've embarked upon, to figure out what it means to be what they are, rather than what they were. she has a feeling it will not be so different at all.

he kisses her forehead, and alisaie's heart settles back down into her chest where it belongs, and she smiles while she gathers her books back from his arms. ]

Yes, lunch. I'll see you soon.

[ and then she's off, because the only thing more important than this, is class. ]