[ prompto is not the only one reminded of that night. alisaie remembers it, too, she remembers how she had felt, how the space between them had hummed with a quiet, shared energy. it had been so.. strange and unfamiliar, so new, unlike anything she had ever felt before, terrifying and exciting. she had tried not to put a name to it, just as she has tried not to put a name to the reason she smiles so easily at the sound of his laugh, or how his company warms her somewhere deep in her heart.
these things are unfamiliar to her, strange, and thrilling. she is not like prompto, she has never had a crush in her life, she doesn't know what it feels like, what it means, but what other word is there to describe what she is feeling..? especially now, when he speaks so softly in the space between them, when his hand lifts, his thumb drawing over her lip.
it's electric, a sudden jolt that gives her a start, her breath catching, her heart kicking up into the back of her throat. she's never.. felt a touch like that before, and it's so simple, so innocent, but it sets a flush up her neck, goosebumps prickling her skin, her head spinning, pleasantly dizzy. she's not thinking, not considering what is happening, not considering anything beyond this specific moment. ]
P-Prompto..
[ she whispers nervously, her hands in his shirt tightening, white-knuckled, though she makes no effort to move away. ]
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these things are unfamiliar to her, strange, and thrilling. she is not like prompto, she has never had a crush in her life, she doesn't know what it feels like, what it means, but what other word is there to describe what she is feeling..? especially now, when he speaks so softly in the space between them, when his hand lifts, his thumb drawing over her lip.
it's electric, a sudden jolt that gives her a start, her breath catching, her heart kicking up into the back of her throat. she's never.. felt a touch like that before, and it's so simple, so innocent, but it sets a flush up her neck, goosebumps prickling her skin, her head spinning, pleasantly dizzy. she's not thinking, not considering what is happening, not considering anything beyond this specific moment. ]
P-Prompto..
[ she whispers nervously, her hands in his shirt tightening, white-knuckled, though she makes no effort to move away. ]