[ she says, though the answer is only partly for him, mostly it is a breath of wonder. for a moment the world falls away, a cool chill sweeping down her body from head to toe. she had never thought that she would set eyes upon is face again. that she would hear his laugh, his voice..
alisaie's hand slips out of prompto's, and she moves toward the cluster of people almost automatically, her gaze fixed on the old man who smiles kindly down upon his granddaughter as she hands him a pretty shell up toward him. he has such a gentle, loving smile, and he has always offered it to her so freely, no matter how she behaved, no matter whether she muddied her fine silk skirts or behaved inappropriately in front of guests.
the children sit in the sand in front of their grandfather, and alisaie sits too, entranced by the sound of his voice as he begins a story about a sea princess small enough to fit in the very seashell his granddaughter brought to him. ]
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[ she says, though the answer is only partly for him, mostly it is a breath of wonder. for a moment the world falls away, a cool chill sweeping down her body from head to toe. she had never thought that she would set eyes upon is face again. that she would hear his laugh, his voice..
alisaie's hand slips out of prompto's, and she moves toward the cluster of people almost automatically, her gaze fixed on the old man who smiles kindly down upon his granddaughter as she hands him a pretty shell up toward him. he has such a gentle, loving smile, and he has always offered it to her so freely, no matter how she behaved, no matter whether she muddied her fine silk skirts or behaved inappropriately in front of guests.
the children sit in the sand in front of their grandfather, and alisaie sits too, entranced by the sound of his voice as he begins a story about a sea princess small enough to fit in the very seashell his granddaughter brought to him. ]