no, it can't be. alisaie has never imagined herself kissing anyone at all, it's not been a priority, not a thing that has been even remotely close to the forefront of her mind in any capacity, at any time. it anything, she'd all but written off the idea long ago, sure she would age into a content old spinster with a house full of old dusty books and probably several dogs.
but prompto has flipped that assumption on its head, slowly at first, but now with more speed until at last they have come to this, with prompto leaning in so close she can smell his skin, feel the warm gust of his breath, just as she had when he had leaned near once before, his thumb gliding over her lower lip. now it's his hand that gently cups her face, she can feel his fingers trembling, though hers are as well, with fear and excitement and apprehension.
they shouldn't do this. should they? his mouth brushes hers, feather light, the barest of touches.
and then light strikes her eyes, the skitter of rocks followed soon by a low rumble. prompto jerks away, and alisaie feels dazed for a moment before she does the same, her spine straightening so quickly she's sure she hears it snap. there's another low, distant rumble. ]
O-oh.. we.. w-we should... m-m-move on from here..
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no, it can't be. alisaie has never imagined herself kissing anyone at all, it's not been a priority, not a thing that has been even remotely close to the forefront of her mind in any capacity, at any time. it anything, she'd all but written off the idea long ago, sure she would age into a content old spinster with a house full of old dusty books and probably several dogs.
but prompto has flipped that assumption on its head, slowly at first, but now with more speed until at last they have come to this, with prompto leaning in so close she can smell his skin, feel the warm gust of his breath, just as she had when he had leaned near once before, his thumb gliding over her lower lip. now it's his hand that gently cups her face, she can feel his fingers trembling, though hers are as well, with fear and excitement and apprehension.
they shouldn't do this. should they? his mouth brushes hers, feather light, the barest of touches.
and then light strikes her eyes, the skitter of rocks followed soon by a low rumble. prompto jerks away, and alisaie feels dazed for a moment before she does the same, her spine straightening so quickly she's sure she hears it snap. there's another low, distant rumble. ]
O-oh.. we.. w-we should... m-m-move on from here..