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[ she's cold.
like the last time alisaie woke in one of these pods, at first, that cold is all she can feel. it sinks deep into her flesh, clings to her bones, and though she does not feel faint or hypothermic when she stumbles out of it, she nevertheless feels deeply chilled. her mind and memory feel fogged, and as she stands amidst the rows of pods she is confused, disoriented, until -
like a heavy weight, the realization crashes down.
alisaie does not think, she only moves, sweeping past the endless rows of pods as quickly as her trembling, aching legs will carry her, her heart beating wildly in her throat. she must get home. she must find them.
how long as it been? memory flashes in the back of her mind, images of home, of where she has been and what she has been doing and gods, the entire time she had forgotten this place, she had forgotten her home here, and peo, and prompto. a cold hand squeezes her heart tightly, painfully, as years of longing begin to set in at once, for though she had not remembered him then, she remembers him now, and all the time that has passed since last she set eyes on his beloved face. she's desperate now, to throw herself into his arms, but moreover she is.. afraid. how long has she been asleep? what if he is sleeping as well, no longer here? what if he has moved on? panic clutches her insides relentlessly.
but she does not need to get home. when alisaie turns the corner to the exit, he's there - she would recognize that hair anywhere, even if it looks a little less ostentatious than usual (and a little darker?), and her heart, that had been pounding hard, now stills. ]
Prompto -
[ his name feels so sweet on her tongue, riding on a rasping breath, but it's only the briefest of moments before she's moving again, surging into his arms, her hands clasping his jaw to pull him into a hard, needy, desperate kiss. ]
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and she asked for it, she wanted him to speak up, but it still hits her like icewater dumped over her head, for a hundred reasons. not only are the things he's telling her a terrible revelation, but it.. stings, it stings badly that he thinks that she would not want to hear it. she is angry, and hurt, but how could he ever think that she would be so cruel and callous as to be ambivalent to his pain?
there's so much she wants to say, she has answers to all of it, but she can hardly decide where to begin - ]
Prompto, I -
[ she starts, her voice lower, cracking, her expression more stricken than angry. ]
Why would you.. why would you think I would not want to hear about that? About any of that?
[ noctis - gods - she had not known him as closely as prompto had, of course, not by a long, long ways, but he was still her friend, and moreover, she knows how very important he is to prompto. he knows that she knows. how could he think that even through all of this she would not be sympathetic and understanding? all of this is so different from what she had expected to hear, from what she had thought he meant when he told her everything. she's confused, and reeling. ]
If you love me you would know that - that I would never.. I would never think that - how many times have I said that it is not for you to decide what I want to hear? When have I ever turned you away when you needed me? How much have you forgotten, that you would think so - so lowly of me..
[ she shakes her head, her brows drawn and her heart in her throat. ]
I.. I-I'm sorry. You should have told me..
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