[ i started writing this with alisaie recognizing ardyn's voice, then remembering she doesn't know it.....
nevertheless, it's quite immediately apparent that this man is sinister and untrustworthy, his bored, languishing drawl could curdle milk. he's instantly dislikable, at least for someone like alisaie, a girl who is honest and forthright almost to a fault. whoever he is, it's clear enough that he was no friend.
thoughtlessly, alisaie weaves her fingers through prompto's own to strengthen their hold with a silent, simple intimacy.
when the shot rings out she is not surprised, though she is, perhaps, a little sad. alisaie has plenty of blood on her hands, she could never judge prompto his choices, but he deserves.. better, than to have to do such a thing. he is too good. too warm. did it hurt him, to have to pull that trigger? does it haunt him to have taken a life? if it didn't, like as not she would not be seeing this at all, but nevertheless she continues to believe in his strength, holding fast to his hand while the rest unfolds. ]
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nevertheless, it's quite immediately apparent that this man is sinister and untrustworthy, his bored, languishing drawl could curdle milk. he's instantly dislikable, at least for someone like alisaie, a girl who is honest and forthright almost to a fault. whoever he is, it's clear enough that he was no friend.
thoughtlessly, alisaie weaves her fingers through prompto's own to strengthen their hold with a silent, simple intimacy.
when the shot rings out she is not surprised, though she is, perhaps, a little sad. alisaie has plenty of blood on her hands, she could never judge prompto his choices, but he deserves.. better, than to have to do such a thing. he is too good. too warm. did it hurt him, to have to pull that trigger? does it haunt him to have taken a life? if it didn't, like as not she would not be seeing this at all, but nevertheless she continues to believe in his strength, holding fast to his hand while the rest unfolds. ]