[ such kind words.. she doesn't deserve them. she's only a small, lonely girl, so afraid to be alone that she will work herself dead if only to keep from suffering such a fate. though she does not suffer prompto's lack of self-worth, she is nonetheless unaccustomed to such compliments. she'd always been different, always walked her own path despite how the world attempted to herd her along another one, and so she has ever had to fight to be who she is. so, words such as this..
well, they are unexpected, and she is tired and worn enough that they bring a flood of hot tears to her eyes.
thank the gods he cannot see them, she has shamed herself enough already, but no doubt he will hear her sharp intake of breath, and the way her voice tightens with emotion, thick and rough. ]
You are.. very kind, Prompto.
[ she says so softly it's near on a whisper, her hand in his tightening, holding fast. ]
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well, they are unexpected, and she is tired and worn enough that they bring a flood of hot tears to her eyes.
thank the gods he cannot see them, she has shamed herself enough already, but no doubt he will hear her sharp intake of breath, and the way her voice tightens with emotion, thick and rough. ]
You are.. very kind, Prompto.
[ she says so softly it's near on a whisper, her hand in his tightening, holding fast. ]