adelphoi | (no subject)

[ 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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ The question has scarcely left her lips before he answers: ]

I want you with me.

[ His response comes so quickly that she may think he hasn't thought about it enough, but the truth is that he doesn't need to think about it. He knows what he wants now, and the last thing he could ever want is for her to go back to staying somewhere apart from him. He scarcely wants to let her leave his arms, let alone their house.

A moment after he's spoken, however, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, and then, speaking against them: ]

Will you come home?

[ Home. ]

[ home..

his choice of words is not lost on her, and immediately alisaie feels a great swelling of warmth in her heart, a relief so powerful it threatens to fill her eyes with tears. she would have gone on without him out of necessity. her heart has been broken with grief many times, and moving forward alone would have been incredibly, impossibly difficult, but she would have had no choice. the prospect terrified her.

but they have grown back together. despite a ten year gap his heart had returned to her, and she can move forward with the confidence that, if this same terrible thing were ever to happen again, he would come back to her still. they had been tried and tested, their hearts strained and pulled apart, a wedge driven so deeply between them that she was sure they would never recover, but when push came to shove, when it mattered.. they found one another again. no matter her frustration and heartache, seeing him suffer so badly had reminded her of all that she holds dear, of how precious he is to her.

a soft, cracked sound breaks against his lips, her smile trembling, her voice tight with emotion. ]

Home..

[ she echoes, and closes her eyes, tightening her grasp around his shoulders, pressing as near as she can. ]

I would love nothing more.

[ Home. With her here again, and their relationship mending, it will truly become that again. Something has been missing these past few weeks, but no longer. This is home, their home, the one that they built together, and the one they will rebuild in.

She presses in near, and he welcomes it wholly, his arms winding around her back and holding her to him so as to not allow even the idea of space between them. They might regret sitting on the kitchen floor like this for so long later, but for now, he couldn't care less. He just wants to hold her close, for her to be everywhere around her, to recall every little detail about her and their shared life. ]

...Good answer.

[ A soft laugh passes his lips, quiet but incredibly joyful, and then he kisses her again, warm and full, healing and necessary. ]