They still don't know each other all that well yet. She's probably got plenty of other things to keep her busy. She'd already helped lift him up once, and that was one time too many. He might be jumping the gun still. There are still so many things that are uncertain. He shouldn't burden her like this.
He can come up with a million reasons why he shouldn't do this, and yet here he is, doing his damnedest to dull the panic in his voice, to speak calm and collectedly. If he had given it a bit more forethought, he would have sent this message via text, but it's too late for that now. ]
H-hey...Alisaie? —S-sorry to bug. You busy?
[ He's going to give her about twenty chances to back out of this, naturally. ]
[ communicating this way is not unlike using a linkpearl, but nevertheless it is strange to get used to..
anyway, she's vaguely surprised to find prompto calling, though she supposes she shouldn't be - he is more or less the closest thing she has to a friend in this place. brothers don't count. so it isn't long before she picks up. ]
[ Aaand immediately she asks what's wrong. He's quick to set that straight, as if he has an aversion to the question being asked, as if there is, in fact, nothing wrong. ]
Nothin'! I'm just...kinda bored, hangin' around the Temple all day, y'know? Thought I might see if you wanted to...meet up, for a bit.
[Somehow she figured out which room Alisaie was in and left a neatly wrapped cloth bag with a bow containing a mix of crystallized ginger and sticky ginger chews with a note!]
Let me know what you think! I'll be making another batch soon and if you have any comments or suggestions before then, they would be appreciated.
[ It wouldn't be accurate to say he's been avoiding her. At least, not in so many words. To be sure, Prompto hasn't specifically sought out Alisaie to talk since their last...encounter in the cave, only exchanging a few scant words with her here or there. Not only is the tension still thick between them, but they both have a lot to think about after what happened. A lot. Even if they didn't exactly kiss, the intention was there, and there's no way Prompto can pass off what happened as an accident, or something meant platonically.
Not that he would want to. He's too genuine for that, though he can't help but fear that once they do speak again at length, that things won't be the same, that he'll have scared her off and she'll be uninterested in his friendship going forward.
But then again, there's...even more to this than that. He can't forget that she hadn't pulled away when he leaned in. That though she had left soon after, she had reached up and squeezed his shoulder, had reassured him. It seems too good to be true, to even begin to think...but Rion had told him it was possible, too, that maybe, Alisaie could...like him back. You know, like-like. With all the myriad crushes he's had in his life, Prompto has never really prepared himself to face this possibility before. It's strangely terrifying to confront, to consider actually pursuing something beyond his one-sided fawning, but if there's anyone he'd be willing to take that risk with, it's...her.
So, that's it, then. He's going to ask her out. He's going to do it! He's going to march right out his door and —
...Hey, there's snow in the field across from the temple.
Okay, a quick detour, because he can't pass this up. Though as he marches towards the field, he realizes that this might be as good of an excuse to go visit her as any. Maybe...he doesn't have to ask her out right away — they can go play in the snow some, first! So he heads over to her door, steels himself, and knocks sharply.
...Oh, gods. Here comes the nerves. ]
i thought this was a relationship built on love and fun and not math!!
[ for her part, alisaie has done more or less the same. she's made no effort to actively avoid him - nervous though she might be to see him again, she will not run away from.. whatever this is. she's spent a lot of time thinking about it, and she hasn't yet come to a conclusion that she likes, but before all else prompto is a friend. she cares for him, and for his happiness. it's not something she can allow to just.. sit.
should she seek him out..?
but before she can even decide on that, he makes the decision for her. when she answers the door, the mild surprise on her face shows that she was not expecting him, but the corners of her mouth twitch into a soft smile nonetheless. ]
Prompto..
[ she starts, leaning into the doorframe, unsure of whether she should retreat or step out. ]
[ A pregnant moment passes before he finds his voice again. Was this a bad idea? Should he have waited for her to come to him? He was the one who initiated the kiss, after all. Maybe the ball was in her court now, as they say.
But that moment passes as he takes in that small smile she wears upon seeing him. She isn't ducking and running away. She doesn't look annoyed or put-upon. And besides, his excitement about the snow is enough to override just about anything else at the moment. ]
Did you see? There's a bunch of snow! Out in the field! You wanna check it out?
[ Does she want to play in the snow with him, he means. They're not going to just stand there and look at it! ]
That's enough time, right? It's about as long as Prompto has been able to stand, anyway, since his little birthday celebration with Alisaie, the chocobo cake, and...their kiss. So much happened in such a short amount of time, and even if all it took was that one little kiss that they've been teasing at for months now, it's completely flipped his world on its head. Because no matter how he tries to slice it, Alisaie had kissed him back. She'd leaned in, she'd held on, and he has no doubt in his mind that if it was truly unwelcome, she would have probably kicked his ass for even trying. No, much as he can't understand why, she...wanted him to kiss her.
Which begs the question...where do they go from here?
Of course, he knows immediately where he wants it to go. Taking her out on dates, holding her hand, cuddling...kissing...even calling her his girlfriend. That they're of two different worlds doesn't even enter his equation, because to him, it's irrelevant. They're already friends who have grown to care for each other, and with a chance like this coming along, there's no way he can't go for it. He...really likes her a lot, and if there's a chance she might actually have feelings for him in return...
He's got to try. He's got a good feeling about this. Besides, he's far too anxious to just sit around and wait for her to make a move, anyway. He fell asleep thinking of her, and woke up thinking of her. He won't make it another day like this, without making at least some sense of this thing that has blossomed so easily between them.
So sometime in the later morning, Prompto makes his way to her room in the temple, and rasps sharply on the door. It won't be like the snow day where he just...pretends like such an intensely charged thing didn't happen between them. This time, his purpose is clear, and it's what's brought him to her door. ]
[ for her part, alisaie's experience has not been so dissimilar. she, too, thought of him last before she fell asleep, and first when she rose. he has been on her mind incessantly, and as he yearns to seek her out so too does she itch to see him again.
though for all of those similarities, that is where it ends.
her stomach is in knots. she should have brought it up yesterday, she should have made her thoughts and heart clear to him, but.. he had been so happy. it was his nameday, his special day, and she wanted nothing more for him than to see him smile and enjoy himself. in the long run it was probably cruel to wait, to use the excuse that he did not ask for anything more of her to allow herself to rationalize that it was not the right time. that it would have been too terrible to hurt him on a day like that, to crack his genuine smile right down the middle, but was only an excuse. she's afraid. afraid to lose him, afraid to hurt him.
she never should have allowed him to kiss her. she never should have returned his kiss. she never should have been so weak.
it's no surprise when he shows up at her door, though she had been hoping he might not, hoping that mayhaps, miraculously, he might forget that they kissed at all, or think nothing more of it - but of course that could never have happened. she knows him well enough by now to be able to guess exactly where his mind is, where his thoughts are taking him, and the bright look on his face when she opens the door is more than enough to affirm it.
she smiles, because she always smiles when she sees him, it isn't something she can help, even if it does not entirely reach her eyes. leaning in the doorway, alisaie chews her lip. ]
[ Though usually so quick to perceive the emotional state of others, Prompto is too thrilled by the very sight of her that he doesn't quite notice the way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. If anything, he attributes it to nerves, because he's nervous, too. This is completely new territory for them both. He's never had the guts to ask someone out before, and even if they've already kissed, that doesn't really make things easier. Not when this conversation could completely change the course of their relationship.
Still, he isn't turning back. A little breathlessly: ]
Mornin', Ali! You, uh...you busy right now?
[ This could...take some time, after all, though perhaps it would be better if he just got right to it, for both their sakes. ]
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Time for number six! Lucina picks up another rock, and...
She drops it on her foot, takes a step back, and - well, hopefully Alisaie can move before she's knocked bodily into by an idiot. ]
[ alisaie is, unsurprisingly, on her way to the kitchens when lucina fumbles her heavy rock, and given how lost in thought she is she does't move away quite in time, and they're both knocked back. she doesn't fall, but she definitely stumbles and trips over her own feet, catching herself only against a nearby railing. ]
What in the world are you -
[ she starts, her voice sharp and hard and very, very crabby, but it takes her only a few seconds to recognize a familiar face. ]
[ Note to self, once the deep pain in her foot stops - five items is her limit.
There are more important concerns, though, such as almost injuring someone? As soon as she's righted, Lucina whips around - the edges of her cloak flicking magnificently, it must be said - to see Alisaie stumbling. Lucina's fault, of course. She's immediately contrite, mouth pulling downward in a show of it. ]
Alisaie. I'm so sorry.
[ this is the worst! she's a monster! ]
I was testing the parameters of my ability and... I'm afraid I did not see you there. [ she may have broken a toe, but - ] Are you alright?
Short and simple and to the point, though his finger still hovers over the "send" button for the better part of an hour. Damn, he would rather face Immortalis again than send this message... ]
alisaie had really begun to believe that she would never hear from him again. surely they would come across each other, the circle is only so big, and they all must work together, but she had assumed their friendship.. as good as ended. he had run from her so quickly, though she had pleaded with her mind and heart that he stay, that he try to understand..
but like a breath of wind he was gone, away, and she had heard nothing from him since. more than once she had nearly contacted him herself, but.. he had made his choices quite clear, that he wanted to be anywhere but near her, doing anything but speaking with her.
how could she blame him? he had come to her with love in his heart, and she had let him down. no doubt he thinks the worst of her, and these long days have been full of dread and doubt and uncertainty. she had made the right choice, hadn't she? no doubt she broke his heart, but had she accepted, wouldn't that have meant further, far worse pain in the future? was it not right to spare them both terrible pain in exchange for lesser pain right now?
her heart seizes up when she sees his message, and alisaie swallows thickly. even with her stout resolve, it takes several long minutes before she is able to reply. ]
[ this ticklefight has suddenly become a sexy ticklefight..
she's already flushed with effort and breathing quickly, but then his mouth is dragging against her jaw, and he's shifting around to look into her face, and she knows what that look means. the nala eyes.
immediately alisaie's heart leaps up into her throat, her face burning hot, but she still has enough sass left over from her sore loss that she can ride it and feign confidence. her hands lift to smooth against the front of his chest, carefully twisting in the fabric of his shirt, and she lifts her eyes to his own. ]
Do you think you can win me over like that?
[ she asks, her nose bumping alongside his own, her breath fluttering against his lips. but the answer is yes, he can definitely win her over like this.. ]
[ The moment changed so quickly, so suddenly, that he can scarcely keep up with it, but he won't exactly complain about this turn of events, regardless of how fun it might've been to tickle-torture her. His heart thumps in his chest so hard that she must be able to feel it beneath where she has hooked into his shirt, and something electric crackles in the air between them. Something they both silently acknowledge in the way they look at one another, with heat, with longing.
He barely has the presence of mind to be clever back right now, but he pools all his resources to do so, lest he ruin this supercharged moment. ]
Depends. Is it working?
[ He knows it's working, somehow, in spite of himself. He dips his chin down to press a kiss to her lips, his breath trembling as they coax her own open, his tongue stroking her bottom lip.
He might've forgotten about that whole "being in public" thing for a second. ]
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voice / brrrreaks this in sometime after leaving el minha!
They still don't know each other all that well yet. She's probably got plenty of other things to keep her busy. She'd already helped lift him up once, and that was one time too many. He might be jumping the gun still. There are still so many things that are uncertain. He shouldn't burden her like this.
He can come up with a million reasons why he shouldn't do this, and yet here he is, doing his damnedest to dull the panic in his voice, to speak calm and collectedly. If he had given it a bit more forethought, he would have sent this message via text, but it's too late for that now. ]
H-hey...Alisaie? —S-sorry to bug. You busy?
[ He's going to give her about twenty chances to back out of this, naturally. ]
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anyway, she's vaguely surprised to find prompto calling, though she supposes she shouldn't be - he is more or less the closest thing she has to a friend in this place. brothers don't count. so it isn't long before she picks up. ]
No, not particularly. What is wrong?
[ he sounds strange.. ]
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Nothin'! I'm just...kinda bored, hangin' around the Temple all day, y'know? Thought I might see if you wanted to...meet up, for a bit.
[ This was a bad idea. ]
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[Action - sorta? - soon after returning from El Minha]
Let me know what you think! I'll be making another batch soon and if you have any comments or suggestions before then, they would be appreciated.
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I cannot thank you enough for your thoughtfulness. They were delicious! You truly have a talent.
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Though they may have been a bribe, actually...
[Eh. Sorta.]
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it's WATER
it doesn't get any more wet than that!!!
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i say "smore", you say
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now we are FOUR to two inbox threads
Not that he would want to. He's too genuine for that, though he can't help but fear that once they do speak again at length, that things won't be the same, that he'll have scared her off and she'll be uninterested in his friendship going forward.
But then again, there's...even more to this than that. He can't forget that she hadn't pulled away when he leaned in. That though she had left soon after, she had reached up and squeezed his shoulder, had reassured him. It seems too good to be true, to even begin to think...but Rion had told him it was possible, too, that maybe, Alisaie could...like him back. You know, like-like. With all the myriad crushes he's had in his life, Prompto has never really prepared himself to face this possibility before. It's strangely terrifying to confront, to consider actually pursuing something beyond his one-sided fawning, but if there's anyone he'd be willing to take that risk with, it's...her.
So, that's it, then. He's going to ask her out. He's going to do it! He's going to march right out his door and —
...Hey, there's snow in the field across from the temple.
Okay, a quick detour, because he can't pass this up. Though as he marches towards the field, he realizes that this might be as good of an excuse to go visit her as any. Maybe...he doesn't have to ask her out right away — they can go play in the snow some, first! So he heads over to her door, steels himself, and knocks sharply.
...Oh, gods. Here comes the nerves. ]
i thought this was a relationship built on love and fun and not math!!
should she seek him out..?
but before she can even decide on that, he makes the decision for her. when she answers the door, the mild surprise on her face shows that she was not expecting him, but the corners of her mouth twitch into a soft smile nonetheless. ]
Prompto..
[ she starts, leaning into the doorframe, unsure of whether she should retreat or step out. ]
Is everything all right?
wow, math is fun???
But that moment passes as he takes in that small smile she wears upon seeing him. She isn't ducking and running away. She doesn't look annoyed or put-upon. And besides, his excitement about the snow is enough to override just about anything else at the moment. ]
Did you see? There's a bunch of snow! Out in the field! You wanna check it out?
[ Does she want to play in the snow with him, he means. They're not going to just stand there and look at it! ]
nnnneeeeeeerd
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10/26 :)
That's enough time, right? It's about as long as Prompto has been able to stand, anyway, since his little birthday celebration with Alisaie, the chocobo cake, and...their kiss. So much happened in such a short amount of time, and even if all it took was that one little kiss that they've been teasing at for months now, it's completely flipped his world on its head. Because no matter how he tries to slice it, Alisaie had kissed him back. She'd leaned in, she'd held on, and he has no doubt in his mind that if it was truly unwelcome, she would have probably kicked his ass for even trying. No, much as he can't understand why, she...wanted him to kiss her.
Which begs the question...where do they go from here?
Of course, he knows immediately where he wants it to go. Taking her out on dates, holding her hand, cuddling...kissing...even calling her his girlfriend. That they're of two different worlds doesn't even enter his equation, because to him, it's irrelevant. They're already friends who have grown to care for each other, and with a chance like this coming along, there's no way he can't go for it. He...really likes her a lot, and if there's a chance she might actually have feelings for him in return...
He's got to try. He's got a good feeling about this. Besides, he's far too anxious to just sit around and wait for her to make a move, anyway. He fell asleep thinking of her, and woke up thinking of her. He won't make it another day like this, without making at least some sense of this thing that has blossomed so easily between them.
So sometime in the later morning, Prompto makes his way to her room in the temple, and rasps sharply on the door. It won't be like the snow day where he just...pretends like such an intensely charged thing didn't happen between them. This time, his purpose is clear, and it's what's brought him to her door. ]
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though for all of those similarities, that is where it ends.
her stomach is in knots. she should have brought it up yesterday, she should have made her thoughts and heart clear to him, but.. he had been so happy. it was his nameday, his special day, and she wanted nothing more for him than to see him smile and enjoy himself. in the long run it was probably cruel to wait, to use the excuse that he did not ask for anything more of her to allow herself to rationalize that it was not the right time. that it would have been too terrible to hurt him on a day like that, to crack his genuine smile right down the middle, but was only an excuse. she's afraid. afraid to lose him, afraid to hurt him.
she never should have allowed him to kiss her. she never should have returned his kiss. she never should have been so weak.
it's no surprise when he shows up at her door, though she had been hoping he might not, hoping that mayhaps, miraculously, he might forget that they kissed at all, or think nothing more of it - but of course that could never have happened. she knows him well enough by now to be able to guess exactly where his mind is, where his thoughts are taking him, and the bright look on his face when she opens the door is more than enough to affirm it.
she smiles, because she always smiles when she sees him, it isn't something she can help, even if it does not entirely reach her eyes. leaning in the doorway, alisaie chews her lip. ]
Good morning, Prompto.
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Still, he isn't turning back. A little breathlessly: ]
Mornin', Ali! You, uh...you busy right now?
[ This could...take some time, after all, though perhaps it would be better if he just got right to it, for both their sakes. ]
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Lucina is practicing with her Astoria-given powers for the first time! Her interests tend to be more martial as a matter of fact, but that's no need to let a valuable resource go to waste. Today, she is storing rocks, each no bigger than the size of a fist. One is collected - poof, and gone. A second is picked up... but where did it go! A third, a fourth, a fifth. Each of them are safely and neatly stored in whatever unknowable hammerspace her power invokes.
Time for number six! Lucina picks up another rock, and...
She drops it on her foot, takes a step back, and - well, hopefully Alisaie can move before she's knocked bodily into by an idiot. ]
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What in the world are you -
[ she starts, her voice sharp and hard and very, very crabby, but it takes her only a few seconds to recognize a familiar face. ]
- oh. Lucina?
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There are more important concerns, though, such as almost injuring someone? As soon as she's righted, Lucina whips around - the edges of her cloak flicking magnificently, it must be said - to see Alisaie stumbling. Lucina's fault, of course. She's immediately contrite, mouth pulling downward in a show of it. ]
Alisaie. I'm so sorry.
[ this is the worst! she's a monster! ]
I was testing the parameters of my ability and... I'm afraid I did not see you there. [ she may have broken a toe, but - ] Are you alright?
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Short and simple and to the point, though his finger still hovers over the "send" button for the better part of an hour. Damn, he would rather face Immortalis again than send this message... ]
can we talk?
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alisaie had really begun to believe that she would never hear from him again. surely they would come across each other, the circle is only so big, and they all must work together, but she had assumed their friendship.. as good as ended. he had run from her so quickly, though she had pleaded with her mind and heart that he stay, that he try to understand..
but like a breath of wind he was gone, away, and she had heard nothing from him since. more than once she had nearly contacted him herself, but.. he had made his choices quite clear, that he wanted to be anywhere but near her, doing anything but speaking with her.
how could she blame him? he had come to her with love in his heart, and she had let him down. no doubt he thinks the worst of her, and these long days have been full of dread and doubt and uncertainty. she had made the right choice, hadn't she? no doubt she broke his heart, but had she accepted, wouldn't that have meant further, far worse pain in the future? was it not right to spare them both terrible pain in exchange for lesser pain right now?
her heart seizes up when she sees his message, and alisaie swallows thickly. even with her stout resolve, it takes several long minutes before she is able to reply. ]
of course. what do you need?
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endgame;
[ this ticklefight has suddenly become a sexy ticklefight..
she's already flushed with effort and breathing quickly, but then his mouth is dragging against her jaw, and he's shifting around to look into her face, and she knows what that look means. the nala eyes.
immediately alisaie's heart leaps up into her throat, her face burning hot, but she still has enough sass left over from her sore loss that she can ride it and feign confidence. her hands lift to smooth against the front of his chest, carefully twisting in the fabric of his shirt, and she lifts her eyes to his own. ]
Do you think you can win me over like that?
[ she asks, her nose bumping alongside his own, her breath fluttering against his lips. but the answer is yes, he can definitely win her over like this.. ]
will captain america die
He barely has the presence of mind to be clever back right now, but he pools all his resources to do so, lest he ruin this supercharged moment. ]
Depends. Is it working?
[ He knows it's working, somehow, in spite of himself. He dips his chin down to press a kiss to her lips, his breath trembling as they coax her own open, his tongue stroking her bottom lip.
He might've forgotten about that whole "being in public" thing for a second. ]
no spoilers
so that's a yes
i'll let you know in a few weeks
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