[ it is a visceral memory, so real and tangible that she would expect it to be real, the ground firm beneath their feet, even the scent in the air so strong and realistic. it's like watching a scene play out, and for a moment alisaie wonders if this is what it is like to possess the echo, for how absorbed they are in the scene; were her hand not firmly in prompto's anchoring her to the spot it would be easily to entirely forget that this was not real.
but soon enough the space around them begins to bend and warm, stretching and tugging, and alisaie is shaken from her reverie with a sharp gasp, her inhale shuddering. the voices, the magitek factory, the people, they all begin to fade away until all that surrounds them is silence, and darkness. she can hardly see him beside her at all, the sound of their breathing is all but deafening. ]
Prompto -
[ alisaie turns, reaching for him in the dark, her free hand finding his chest and moving up, finding his face and she can feel the wetness on his face, the slip of tears.
her heart aches, heavy as iron in her chest, overwhelmed by what she's seen, by his reaction, and she reacts instinctively, pulling his face down to kiss him, firmly and fully on the mouth, holding fast to him. ]
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but soon enough the space around them begins to bend and warm, stretching and tugging, and alisaie is shaken from her reverie with a sharp gasp, her inhale shuddering. the voices, the magitek factory, the people, they all begin to fade away until all that surrounds them is silence, and darkness. she can hardly see him beside her at all, the sound of their breathing is all but deafening. ]
Prompto -
[ alisaie turns, reaching for him in the dark, her free hand finding his chest and moving up, finding his face and she can feel the wetness on his face, the slip of tears.
her heart aches, heavy as iron in her chest, overwhelmed by what she's seen, by his reaction, and she reacts instinctively, pulling his face down to kiss him, firmly and fully on the mouth, holding fast to him. ]