[ Man, where was she when he was in grade school? If only he had someone like Alisaie to defend him from bullies when he had been younger...and to defend him from himself. But she's here now, insisting that he treat himself better, and it is something he is consciously working on. He spends less time worrying about his own inadequacy and giving things his all, fears less about where he came from because it isn't who he is now.
I can't choose where I came from, but I can choose where I'm going. ]
I'll do my best, then. For you, and for everyone else, too.
[ He's finally beginning to understand, to believe that it's really what they want and hope for him.
He exhales deep and long, letting go of her hand at last. ]
...Think I promised you a happy memory after that lil' doozy.
[ that is a more than sufficient answer for her, it would seem. alisaie is an impatient girl, nothing would please her more than to just punch the low self-esteem right out of him, but that is not a viable method. he needs time, and she will allow him that, especially if he continues to make strides.
so she nods, a bright smile unfurling over her face, her freed hands going right back to the food now. ]
[ (I mean, she could try punching it out of him. It might prove rather effective, if not memorable.)
Happier memories are, of course, much easier for him to talk at length about, even if they are no more important than the painful ones, too. The nerves in his stomach quiet, though his fingers still tremble as he reaches for a bunch of grapes. It'll be a few minutes before the adrenaline burns off entirely. ]
Heh...happiest memory, huh? I can't believe you're makin' me pick just one! Can't I cheat a little? At least two?
[ He asks now, after he blatantly cheated on the "most painful memory" question. But those were all kind of one, long strung-together memory. The ones he's considering now are more disjointed, but are still all somehow related. Given what his most painful memories were about, she could probably make an educated guess about what his happiest memories look like, too.
(Spoilers: most of them involve Noctis Lucis Caelum.) ]
[ gross.. but for the love of prompto i will endure this. ]
You can tell me as many as you like.
[ she says, through a sunny laugh and a mouthful of cookies. ]
You can tell me whatever you want.
[ she had just been going for a rapid fire ask and tell sort of thing so they could learn a lot about each other in a short time, but i mean, this works too. she never tires of listening to him talk (she will come to regret this thought someday), and she is more than happy to listen to any story he has to tell her. ]
[ She sure will come to regret that someday, when he won't shut up in the middle of the night and she has to smother him with a pillow.
But for now, she is happy to listen and he is happy to talk, so he pops a grape into his mouth as a fondly nostalgic look settles in his features, his eyes soft and crinkled with the warmth of his smile. ]
You got it, Ali. Fair warning, though — we miiiiight be here for awhile.
[ For all his life has been shaped by darkness and circumstances beyond his control, he has so very many good memories, too. Ones he cherishes deeply, ones that give him light when darkness surrounds him, ones that kindle the flame in his heart. He is only too eager to share them with her, to invite her into such special and precious moments of his life. It's...exhilarating, so share all this with another person, to actually want to bear so much of himself to her. ]
Well, there was the time I rescued the Oracle's dog, and she sent me a letter thanking me. She's like, a big deal. A super big deal. The only person in our world who can act as a bridge between us and the gods. And she took the time to write to someone like me.
[ That letter had such a profound and sweeping impact on his life. He can't overstate how very much it meant to him. ]
[ now, this is the prompto that she likes to see - bright as the sun and full of life, smiling until the warmth reaches his eyes. that is not to say that his darker memories are not valid, of course they are, which is exactly why she does what she can to drag them out of him, but he really is something else when he is happy. this is his natural energy, his smile positively shines.
it shines so brightly that his light warms her, too, and burgeons her own smile, a task that is none too easy for anyone to achieve. she has come a long way when it comes to forging friendships and allowing herself to be simply happy, but no one, save her grandfather, has even been able to wrest a natural smile from her so easily as prompto does.
it is no wonder that her feelings for him were so easily cultivated. ]
[ It's funny. Prompto never had the chance to meet Lunafreya, and yet, he knows so much about her, just from his friendship with Noctis. And based off what he knows, he can't help but think that she would say something just like this, too. Lady Lunafreya would make anyone worth her time. That's why she was the Oracle, a pillar to the people. ]
...She was somethin' else. Noct was supposed to marry her, y'know? That's why we left Insomnia in the first place.
[ And their journey had taken such a different turn from where it originally started, but the fact still proves true: once again, Lunafreya was involved in a pivotal moment that shaped his life, that still shapes it. ]
Before she sent me that letter, I was...I dunno. [ Quieter: ] Not the happiest flower in the patch. But she sent me that and told me to watch out for Noct and finally, finally, I had a purpose.
[ He would have liked to have thanked her for it, someday. ]
[ alisaie, of course, has never met lunafreya either - for all that she has passed by many of prompto's friends from home, she had never been among them. but the way prompto speaks of her is inspirational nonetheless.
granted, prompto tends to talk about most everyone as if they are on a pedestal, but still, there is a light in her name when he speaks it. ]
Is that how you came to know him, then? The prince?
[ she'd always assumed that prompto was.. well, some young noble or something. he certainly doesn't act the part, but then, neither does alisaie; one would never think her the only daughter or the most powerful man in sharlayan, given how she mudwrestles and eats ten cookies at a time. eos hardly seems familiar to her anyway, in terms of royalty and nobility - she would never have known that noctis was a prince, had prompto not told her so, after all. so assuming prompto was some random duke's whelp was an easy enough thing. ]
Yeah. We were in the same school — can you believe that? The crown prince went to my school! Kinda sounds like one of those things you make up as kids to impress people. [ You know, like how my uncle works at Nintendo. ] But I guess Luna figured it out somehow, and so she...wanted me to go be his buddy. Heh, guess she knew he needed someone to look out for him. Keep him outta trouble. That sorta thing.
[ You'd think the prince would be the most popular guy at school, and respected though he was, Noctis was often alone. At least, before Prompto had come careening into his life. ]
It, uh, still took me a while to really work up the courage to talk to him, though.
[ alisaie's situation was not quite the same, in sharlayan - if anything, she was the royal analogue in her situation, but uh, nobody really wanted to be friends with her. she didn't have a plucky little prompto to keep her company.
nevertheless, she smiles in a curling, coy sort of way. ]
[ He goes a little pink in the ears at her comment, though she is unequivocally right. For all he can be effusive and loud, Prompto has always felt a bit uneasy in social settings, and school was no different. He hadn't been bullied much, but neither did he have any friends, and he hardly talked to his peers. Only his camera kept him company, most of the time. ]
Y-yeah, sure was. You'd totally laugh, if you saw me from way back when.
[ If she even recognized him. He has gone to lengths to alter his appearance, anyway, to look his best. ]
[ she insists, vehemently, her mouth turning down into a small frown, though soon enough her brows are lifting, her shoulders rolling in a shrug, her grin flickering back as quickly as it had gone. ]
.. well, no more than I laugh at you now, at least.
[ That's fair enough, and he chuckles lightly in return. It's not as though he dislikes being laughed at — when he means to be laughed at, anyway. ]
I dunno, you might be surprised! Bet you wouldn't even believe it was me, as handsome and stylish as I am now!
[ He boasts, but there's an undercurrent of worry in his words. She says that, but would she have laughed at him? Back then? Would she tease him because of how he looked?
...He knows, of course, that she wouldn't — but it's still hard to let go of the shame. ]
[ Of course, she's not backing down — and he's not surprised, either. His expression softens, a little bashful as his gaze drops away. ]
Nah, 'course I don't. All I mean is...I was pretty different back then. In a lot of ways.
[ He felt the changes he made were necessary. It's only recently that he's begun to experiment with being proud of what he managed to accomplish for himself. ]
.. well. Maybe not so different as you might think.
[ she says, gently but playfully, lifting a hand to flick at his ostentatious hair. no, she did not know prompto then, but she knows him now, more than well enough to know what is genuine, and what is a show. all of this.. style, the hair, the clothes, even the affectations he puts on - they're him, but they're not him. he's noisy and talkative and boisterous, yes, but she knows that in many ways it is a cover. beneath it all he is a shy, sweet, nervous boy.
something she can't help but think carries over from his youth. the way he talks about his past, she's sure he must've been nervous and uncertain, in all the ways she has glimpsed when his overly sunny front has cracked. ]
But I have no doubt that you have grown for the better.
[ She's really got to stop saying things like this to him, or else this whole "taking things slow" idea is going to go out the window faster than you can say "I love you".
As it is, he blushes deeply yet again - what color did his skin used to be??? - and bows his head, blinking hard before the threat of tears can make itself imminent. He never had any hope with her, did he? He was doomed from the start. At the beginning of their friendship, he went to such lengths to try and make sure she never saw the cracks beneath the veneer, but he had never fooled her, had he? And still she had stayed. She understands him so we'll, better than most ever have, and so that he fell for her was all but inevitable from the very first. ]
I...hope so. I hope young me — if he could see who I am now...well, I'd just tell him that things are gonna be okay.
[ And that there is a lot of joy in his future. Heartache and pain, sure, but also joy. ]
[ l-look, she's not trying to win prompto points, okay!! she's just speaking her mind. historically most people have not enjoyed that, but prompto has never held it against her. he seems even to have appreciated it where other might have rolled their eyes or scoffed. ]
Oh, I don't know about that..
[ she says, quickly waving one hand. ]
But I think we might all love the chance to say touch things to our younger selves, but looking back like that helps us to see how far we have come, does it not? How much we have grown, and accomplished. Even if you do not like who you were then, you can be grateful to him for helping you to become who you are now.
[ Whether she intends to or not, she is winning Prompto points, but okay, he won't harp on that point. For the moment. Maybe once their feelings jam is done. But she deserves to know what an impact she has had on him, continues to have on him. ]
Yeah...guess you're right.
[ Pride is still a new, unfamiliar thing to him, but...yeah, at least he can say he's grateful to his younger self, for being willing to take a chance, all because a princess told him to. ]
Alright, alright, I've yapped on for long enough! Think it's your turn now.
[ He nudges her with his knuckles before popping a handful of grapes into his mouth. ]
[ he's eating grapes, but alisaie has been noshing this entire time tbh, for the most part, so she's starting to get full.. lounging on her side, alisaie crosses her ankles and props her head up on one hand, glancing up toward him. ]
Mm.. well, go on then. What would you like to hear?
[ Of course she's getting sleepy, all tuckered out from a confession and a feelings jam. He's pretty exhausted himself, and he's not going after those grapes as aggressively as he was before, picking them off one by one as he leans back on one hand. ]
Well...tell me somethin' exciting! ...Not that what you've told me so far isn't exciting. I just mean...you must've been on some pretty crazy adventures with the Scions and all, right?
[ Tell him about your swashbuckling heroics and derring-do! ]
[ Oh, that does sound exciting. As he lowers himself onto his side as she has, his eyes light up with keen interest, watching her intently. ]
Wait, seriously? A siren, like from the legends? [ Maybe they're real in Eos. I don't know. But for the sake of this thread, I'm going to say they're not! ] What'd you do?
[ Did she fall under the spell too, or did she fight it off?? ]
[ it was super spooky.. and also just as cool as it sounds. there were hundreds of crashed ships shrouded in mist, old and creaky and briny. ]
One of our comrades sought out the siren, I stayed on the ship with my brother and Lyse to keep away the waves of monsters that approached us. It was rather an annoying setback, but an interesting adventure, I suppose.
[ It sounds awesome, and exactly like the sort of thing that a Scion would get up to! Not that...Prompto has a lot of knowledge about what Scions get up to, but this definitely fits the bill based off his limited knowledge. He leans forward as he listens, eyes locked on her own as she explains. ]
So, you had to fight sea monsters? Wicked cool, Ali. [ Just as he expected. ] Who's Lyse? Another one of the Scions?
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I can't choose where I came from, but I can choose where I'm going. ]
I'll do my best, then. For you, and for everyone else, too.
[ He's finally beginning to understand, to believe that it's really what they want and hope for him.
He exhales deep and long, letting go of her hand at last. ]
...Think I promised you a happy memory after that lil' doozy.
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so she nods, a bright smile unfurling over her face, her freed hands going right back to the food now. ]
Yes, you did.
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Happier memories are, of course, much easier for him to talk at length about, even if they are no more important than the painful ones, too. The nerves in his stomach quiet, though his fingers still tremble as he reaches for a bunch of grapes. It'll be a few minutes before the adrenaline burns off entirely. ]
Heh...happiest memory, huh? I can't believe you're makin' me pick just one! Can't I cheat a little? At least two?
[ He asks now, after he blatantly cheated on the "most painful memory" question. But those were all kind of one, long strung-together memory. The ones he's considering now are more disjointed, but are still all somehow related. Given what his most painful memories were about, she could probably make an educated guess about what his happiest memories look like, too.
(Spoilers: most of them involve Noctis Lucis Caelum.) ]
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You can tell me as many as you like.
[ she says, through a sunny laugh and a mouthful of cookies. ]
You can tell me whatever you want.
[ she had just been going for a rapid fire ask and tell sort of thing so they could learn a lot about each other in a short time, but i mean, this works too. she never tires of listening to him talk (she will come to regret this thought someday), and she is more than happy to listen to any story he has to tell her. ]
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But for now, she is happy to listen and he is happy to talk, so he pops a grape into his mouth as a fondly nostalgic look settles in his features, his eyes soft and crinkled with the warmth of his smile. ]
You got it, Ali. Fair warning, though — we miiiiight be here for awhile.
[ For all his life has been shaped by darkness and circumstances beyond his control, he has so very many good memories, too. Ones he cherishes deeply, ones that give him light when darkness surrounds him, ones that kindle the flame in his heart. He is only too eager to share them with her, to invite her into such special and precious moments of his life. It's...exhilarating, so share all this with another person, to actually want to bear so much of himself to her. ]
Well, there was the time I rescued the Oracle's dog, and she sent me a letter thanking me. She's like, a big deal. A super big deal. The only person in our world who can act as a bridge between us and the gods. And she took the time to write to someone like me.
[ That letter had such a profound and sweeping impact on his life. He can't overstate how very much it meant to him. ]
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it shines so brightly that his light warms her, too, and burgeons her own smile, a task that is none too easy for anyone to achieve. she has come a long way when it comes to forging friendships and allowing herself to be simply happy, but no one, save her grandfather, has even been able to wrest a natural smile from her so easily as prompto does.
it is no wonder that her feelings for him were so easily cultivated. ]
Well, clearly you were worth her time.
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...She was somethin' else. Noct was supposed to marry her, y'know? That's why we left Insomnia in the first place.
[ And their journey had taken such a different turn from where it originally started, but the fact still proves true: once again, Lunafreya was involved in a pivotal moment that shaped his life, that still shapes it. ]
Before she sent me that letter, I was...I dunno. [ Quieter: ] Not the happiest flower in the patch. But she sent me that and told me to watch out for Noct and finally, finally, I had a purpose.
[ He would have liked to have thanked her for it, someday. ]
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granted, prompto tends to talk about most everyone as if they are on a pedestal, but still, there is a light in her name when he speaks it. ]
Is that how you came to know him, then? The prince?
[ she'd always assumed that prompto was.. well, some young noble or something. he certainly doesn't act the part, but then, neither does alisaie; one would never think her the only daughter or the most powerful man in sharlayan, given how she mudwrestles and eats ten cookies at a time. eos hardly seems familiar to her anyway, in terms of royalty and nobility - she would never have known that noctis was a prince, had prompto not told her so, after all. so assuming prompto was some random duke's whelp was an easy enough thing. ]
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Yeah. We were in the same school — can you believe that? The crown prince went to my school! Kinda sounds like one of those things you make up as kids to impress people. [ You know, like how my uncle works at Nintendo. ] But I guess Luna figured it out somehow, and so she...wanted me to go be his buddy. Heh, guess she knew he needed someone to look out for him. Keep him outta trouble. That sorta thing.
[ You'd think the prince would be the most popular guy at school, and respected though he was, Noctis was often alone. At least, before Prompto had come careening into his life. ]
It, uh, still took me a while to really work up the courage to talk to him, though.
[ He had to de-chubs first. ]
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nevertheless, she smiles in a curling, coy sort of way. ]
Ah, I imagine you were very shy..
[ he was probably so cute.. ]
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Y-yeah, sure was. You'd totally laugh, if you saw me from way back when.
[ If she even recognized him. He has gone to lengths to alter his appearance, anyway, to look his best. ]
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[ she insists, vehemently, her mouth turning down into a small frown, though soon enough her brows are lifting, her shoulders rolling in a shrug, her grin flickering back as quickly as it had gone. ]
.. well, no more than I laugh at you now, at least.
[ it's totally out of love. ]
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I dunno, you might be surprised! Bet you wouldn't even believe it was me, as handsome and stylish as I am now!
[ He boasts, but there's an undercurrent of worry in his words. She says that, but would she have laughed at him? Back then? Would she tease him because of how he looked?
...He knows, of course, that she wouldn't — but it's still hard to let go of the shame. ]
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Now, do you really think I am the sort to do such a thing?
[ she knows he doesn't, he would never think poorly of her, but she'll take every chance she can get to help turn his patterns of thinking around. ]
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Nah, 'course I don't. All I mean is...I was pretty different back then. In a lot of ways.
[ He felt the changes he made were necessary. It's only recently that he's begun to experiment with being proud of what he managed to accomplish for himself. ]
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[ she says, gently but playfully, lifting a hand to flick at his ostentatious hair. no, she did not know prompto then, but she knows him now, more than well enough to know what is genuine, and what is a show. all of this.. style, the hair, the clothes, even the affectations he puts on - they're him, but they're not him. he's noisy and talkative and boisterous, yes, but she knows that in many ways it is a cover. beneath it all he is a shy, sweet, nervous boy.
something she can't help but think carries over from his youth. the way he talks about his past, she's sure he must've been nervous and uncertain, in all the ways she has glimpsed when his overly sunny front has cracked. ]
But I have no doubt that you have grown for the better.
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As it is, he blushes deeply yet again - what color did his skin used to be??? - and bows his head, blinking hard before the threat of tears can make itself imminent. He never had any hope with her, did he? He was doomed from the start. At the beginning of their friendship, he went to such lengths to try and make sure she never saw the cracks beneath the veneer, but he had never fooled her, had he? And still she had stayed. She understands him so we'll, better than most ever have, and so that he fell for her was all but inevitable from the very first. ]
I...hope so. I hope young me — if he could see who I am now...well, I'd just tell him that things are gonna be okay.
[ And that there is a lot of joy in his future. Heartache and pain, sure, but also joy. ]
... You always know just what to say to me, Ali.
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Oh, I don't know about that..
[ she says, quickly waving one hand. ]
But I think we might all love the chance to say touch things to our younger selves, but looking back like that helps us to see how far we have come, does it not? How much we have grown, and accomplished. Even if you do not like who you were then, you can be grateful to him for helping you to become who you are now.
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Yeah...guess you're right.
[ Pride is still a new, unfamiliar thing to him, but...yeah, at least he can say he's grateful to his younger self, for being willing to take a chance, all because a princess told him to. ]
Alright, alright, I've yapped on for long enough! Think it's your turn now.
[ He nudges her with his knuckles before popping a handful of grapes into his mouth. ]
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Mm.. well, go on then. What would you like to hear?
[ she's getting a little sleepy tho.. ]
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Well...tell me somethin' exciting! ...Not that what you've told me so far isn't exciting. I just mean...you must've been on some pretty crazy adventures with the Scions and all, right?
[ Tell him about your swashbuckling heroics and derring-do! ]
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Hmm..
[ alisaie's brow knits thoughtfully. there were no swashbuckling heroics!! well. actually, no, there definitely were, come to think of it.. ]
Somewhat recently, I was aboard a pirate vessel that ran aground at a Siren's call..
[ that was pretty exciting, i guess!! ]
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Wait, seriously? A siren, like from the legends? [ Maybe they're real in Eos. I don't know. But for the sake of this thread, I'm going to say they're not! ] What'd you do?
[ Did she fall under the spell too, or did she fight it off?? ]
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We ran aground in a ship graveyard.
[ it was super spooky.. and also just as cool as it sounds. there were hundreds of crashed ships shrouded in mist, old and creaky and briny. ]
One of our comrades sought out the siren, I stayed on the ship with my brother and Lyse to keep away the waves of monsters that approached us. It was rather an annoying setback, but an interesting adventure, I suppose.
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So, you had to fight sea monsters? Wicked cool, Ali. [ Just as he expected. ] Who's Lyse? Another one of the Scions?
[ tell him abt ur gf ]
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