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PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.

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the great escape.

The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.

THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.

The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!

INTO THE RIFT.

Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.

THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.

Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!

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[ it's quite bizarre to kiss him here, like this, in a darkness so black and silence so complete that there is nothing else in the world besides them both, the sound of their mouths loud enough to make her cheeks flush, the wetness on his cheeks a sharp and noticeable sensation, but not nearly so strong a feeling as his mouth over hers, warm and soft and welcome. each time, it's gotten easier.. ]

It's all right.

[ she says against his mouth, both hands now cupping his face, her thumbs swiping his tears away. ]

'Tis only a memory now, my love. It cannot hurt you.

[ there's another gentle ripple, and on the horizon beyond his shoulder a dim light begins to shine and widen, a distant image beginning to shimmer into existence. alisaie looks past him, narrowing her eyes, and it beckons them onward - what choice do they have? they should keep moving. sweet as this might be, they must escape this place. ]

[ It's a kiss intense and fulfilling, warming him from head to toe, making him forget the tears on his cheeks, the ache in his heart, until she breaks away just to enough to breathe words of life into him. 'Tis only a memory now, my love.

And his heart tightens and contracts, a gasp leaving him at those two simple words that she names him with, as the light halos her face from beyond.

Her...love? Could he have heard that right? Did she...

But before he can even begin to approach the enormity of that possibility, Alisaie's attention turns to the light behind him, and Prompto cranes his neck around to look for the source. That...that must be the way they're supposed to go now, isn't it?

But gods, he's so distracted now.

His hand still firmly in her own, he searches far and wide for his voice and locates it after several moments, and even then, his lips still tremble, his thoughts buzzing. ]

Wanna see where it takes us?

[ That's how they approach just about everything with each other, anyway. ]

[ alisaie is doing her very est to stay focused, now, mostly because she can tell that he's itching to ask more questions, but now is not the time!! she needs a few moments to come to terms with it herself, after all, she'd said it so offhandedly..

of course, that doesn't mean she did not mean it. of course she meant it. but she needs to digest it just as much, if not more than, he does. not to mention there's a whole dream-rift-to-escape thing going on here!! ahem. ahem.

so at last she steps back a little more fully, focusing on the blueish light that is beginning to open up and unfurl. ]

I'd say we have no choice, unless you would rather us get ourselves stuck here.

[ and, tugging his hand. ]

Come.

[ She pulls him along, and he is easily led, wound up from head to toe, eager to both move and let himself float on listlessly all at the same time. Her words still bounce around inside his head, like they're the only thing that occupy that space between his ears right now. My love...she'd called him her love.

But they must move ahead and find out where this world between worlds takes them next, and so with his hand firmly in hers, he moves towards the light, his free hand lifting to shield his eyes from the brilliance of it. ]

[ after the blackness of nothingness around them for so long, the light certainly does seem blinding, and alisaie must squint her eyes against it as they move nearer. soon enough the light is all their is, the shadowy in-between place is gone, and the bluish glow becomes clearer.

an ocean. she can smell the briny waters, feel the gentle spray on her face, that familiar, sticky-cool feeling of salty sea air. it catches in her hair and clothing, and at first she thinks they have made it beyond the rift - is this where the mermen have come from? but as the coalescing vision solidifies, she knows that it is not, because she recognizes this place, she recognizes this beach, and the city that hugs the rocky shoreline. tall buildings and spires built of ivory white stone climb high into the sky, etched with the distinctive spiral pattern of the nautilus.

sharlayan.

it has been.. some time since she last set eyes on it. years, now, since she watched it draw away from her while she stood on the back of a ship that coasted these very waters, carrying her away. this image, though, is so stark and vivid, more real than a memory, tangible and firm right down to the smell of the air and the way the sand sinks beneath her footsteps. ]

This is -

[ she's interrupted immediately by the sound of young voices shrieking in joy, and a little girl bounds by just before her, her white hair tangled by the ocean wind, and behind her a boy who looks remarkable similar, trailing in her wake in an attempt to keep up. she runs toward someone, an elderly man with white hair and a kindly face that leans to receive her into his long arms. ]

[ At first, his thoughts are the same as her own — this, surely, must be where they intended to go, and at last they have reached their destination. This must be the world that the mermen were sent to, and they're living beneath these waters — but before he can turn and confirm this suspicion with Alisaie, two white-haired children rush past them to an older man Prompto had somehow not noticed before. But, wait...

Those definitely aren't mermen. In fact...

Prompto's face screws up in confusion and understanding all at once. They had just stepped out of one of his own memories, after all. Could that mean they had wound up in one of...Alisaie's?

Is he seeing her past, her childhood right now? ]

...Is that...?

[ He watches the elderly man embrace the children, warm and joyful. Yes, he must be...her grandfather she reveres so much. ]

Grandfather...

[ 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. ]

[ Alisaie goes to the man down the beach, and he isn't surprised, even if her sudden departure somewhat catches him off-guard. What is she going to do? Try to reach him? Speak to him? From his own memory, it had been quite apparent that these apparitions of the past couldn't hear or see them, but that likely isn't factoring into Alisaie's decisions right now.

She sees someone beloved in front of her, someone Prompto knows she misses with all her heart, and so instead of trying to stop her, after a few moments he moves to follow her, eventually reaching her side and sinking into the sand, fingers curled upon his knees.

He doesn't say anything for the moment, nor does he reach for Alisaie's hand. This moment is important for her, and far be it from him to interrupt it. They can just sit here and listen for as long as she would like.

He'll be at her side. ]

[ it will be.. a very long wait.

impossibly long, mayhaps.

the image of louisoix is so real, so true that it is as if he is truly here before her, the sound of his voice ringing in her ears and in her heart, and while this is a dream it is an exquisite one, built so seamlessly that it is impossible to distinguish from reality. so impossible, in fact, that she falls into it completely, and willingly. her eyes upturned are glassy and unfocused, fixed on the face of her grandsire without moving.

he rings his tale and she listens with rapt attention, soaking in the sound of his voice, and her younger counterpart does the same, a broad smile on her soft face, her eyes wide and shining. after a time, alisaie folds her arms over the stone on which her grandfather sits, laying her head upon them. what had they been doing before this? does it matter? she could listen to the sound of her grandfather's voice forever.. ]

[ They sit and listen for a long time, perhaps a little too long, because the reason the entered the rift in the first place still presses at the back of Prompto's thoughts. Besides, is it dangerous for them to stay here too long, in the past, like this? What if...something bad happens because they stayed here too long?

Still, how can he bear to interrupt her, knowing how important this is to her?

He waits awhile longer still, before at last he reaches over to gently rest a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. ]

Alisaie...

[ He begins, only to draw her attention to him, to remind her that he's here, too. A reminder that as wonderful as this might be, it...isn't real. This isn't right. ]

[ no, it isn't real, but it feels real to her, it sinks into her consciousness like hooks to keep her riveted to the spot, tempting her with a lure that she cannot hope to resist. the sound of her grandfather's voice has always been a comfort to her, kindly and warm, yet strong and sure. he read to them so often when she was young, he was always there beside her. why did he leave? why would he leave? if he loves her, why didn't he stay?

but as time passes she begins to think that maybe he did not. maybe that terrible reality where he was gone from her life - maybe that was the dream, and this was the reality. things are back to normal, now. the way they were meant to be.

certainly, there is something more insidious at play here, a force that preys on her, winding around her like ivy and holding tightly, for when prompto calls to her she hardly moves, her eyelids flickering, but not opening. ]

Just a few more moments..

[ ...She hardly even seems to her him, or feel him. She is rooted in this moment, in the past, and of course she wants to cling to it. How could he blame her for that? Her grandfather is the most important person in the world to her.

But it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, Harry...

Even as his stomach twists up in knots, his hand moves down her arm to her hand, to grasp at it, to give it an insistent tug. ]

Alisaie...we need to go. The mermaids...remember? We're still in the rift. This...this isn't real.

[ Much as she might wish it is. As wonderful as it might be. They can't stay here. ]

[ he tugs at her arm, and alisaie immediately snaps to attention, but not in recognition, but in irritation. tensing, she tugs her arm back, a knit forming between her brows. ]

No..

[ she murmurs roughly, her eyes cracking open just enough to shoot him a hard stare, one of her hands lifting to lay over one of louisoix's. of course the man in the dream does not notice or react, only continues to speak with the doe-eyed twins, but she can feel him nonetheless. he's so warm and solid and real.. ]

I don't want to go. Leave me.

[ Of course it isn't going to be that easy. He didn't think it would be, but her flat-out refusal pulls at his heart. How can he pull her away from this? How can he do something that's going to make her so unhappy?

She didn't even seem to see him...

— Well, if there's anything Prompto has ever been good at, it's drawing attention to himself. He just needs her to snap out of this stupor that she's in, right? And then she'll probably...punch him, or something, but at least then she might come to her senses. But right now...

This isn't her. She's not in her right mind like this. This world has cast a spell over her by offering her the one person she wants, but can't have.

He moves closer, hesitating a moment before reaching out to take her face between his hands, turning her head gently but firmly away from Louisoix and towards himself. ]

No. I hate to be that guy, but we need to go. Don't make me carry you bridal style...w-were definitely not to that point yet! [ And then, more softly: ] Please...we need you. In the now-times. Please, listen to me.

[ it is a strong spell indeed, the influence of it weighs heavily on her, like the blanket of sleep. it wraps her up and whispers to her in her grandfather's voice, bidding her to stay, to never leave this place. this is where her heart lies, isn't it? this is what she has always wanted. her grandfather, and her brother, and her home.. gods, how she yearns for sharlayan's shores. here in akvos, in el minha, and struxta, and the temple, it has felt so very, very far away..

but something else is pulling her too, a different voice, and there are hands on her face, forcing her eyes away from the thing that matters most. ]

What..

[ she starts, tensing against his hold, but his hands are strong. her unfocused eyes flicker to prompto's face at last, pupils blown wide and black, and she searches his features as if she is seeing him for the first time. he's just a dream, isn't he? this place is what's real. her hand on louisoix's tightens, though her eyes remain on prompto, even if they waver.

we need you. ]

B-but..

[ At last, something seems to connect, and desperately, he reaches to keep ahold of that thread, to not lose her yet again to the mesmerizing sound of her grandfather's voice. He's doing the right thing, isn't he? Even if she...comes to hate him for this? But there's no other option. They can't stay here. This isn't real. ]

P-please. Remember. I know how much you love your grandpa, how he was...the most special person to you in the whole wide world. I know...this is gonna hurt, to leave him. Again, after you lost him once...but this isn't what he would want for you.

[ Maybe it's bold of him to speak on Louisoix's behalf, but of this, Prompto is relatively sure. After hearing his voice, and hearing Alisaie speak of him, he feels like he knows the man well already. His heart is honest and good and strong, and he would want only the very best for her granddaughter, who he no doubt believed in unquestioningly. ]

He would want you to move on, and not stay stuck in the past...wouldn't he? He would want you to keep fighting.

[ his words ring true in her ears, and also in her heart, painful as it is to realize that. the spell begins to fray at the seams, though it clings to her still, sucking at her like quicksand tugging her into the ground - but prompto pulls her from it with equal strength, more strength, lifting her up.

she knows, with complete certainty, that he is right. in no way would her grandsire want her to waste away pining - but he's here, isn't he? he's real - no, he is not. it's an illusion. the rift..

the rift.

all at once the illusion snaps, the spell dissolving, the fog lifting from her vision, brightening her eyes. she remembers where she is. she remembers prompto's voice. ]

I-I.. of course..

[ she starts, her voice tremulous, even as her eyes fill with hot tears. ]

Of course..

[ This time, he's gotten through to her for sure, even if it splits his heart to see her eyes fill with tears. This must be the right thing, even if it's painful and difficult, even if he must pull her away from her grandfather. What's with this rift, anyway? Why is it so set on hurting them like this? Her memory may not be as painful as his was, but that may just make it all the more difficult to leave it. This place is so warm and happy and peaceful...

...But it isn't real.

Now that he has her attention fully, his arms move around her and he leans near, pulling her into gentle hug, reminding her that he is real and solid, too, and he is here for her. To keep her steady, even if this is going to hurt for some time to come. ]

He'd be so proud of you...because you're strong enough to keep moving.

[ His hand moves slowly, comfortingly, over her shoulder blades. ]

Will you come with me?

[ what had come over her? there is a power in this place, a strange sway that it holds over people, digging into her mind with tendrils like the roots of a tree. what would have happened, had she ventured here alone? would it have swallowed her up?

prompto's arms fold solidly around her, strong and real, and when she closes her eyes alisaie can feel hot tears roll down her cheeks, soft and silent. beside her, she can still hear her grandfather's voice.. ]

.. yes.

[ she murmurs, though it feels a task to get the word out of her mouth, and still she feels preternaturally drawn to the image of her grandfather beside them, like an unseen hand is pushing her toward him, beckoning her, and gods, it is so tempting. but she can see now. her eyes are unclouded. ]

We should.. move on from here.

[ she won't look. she can't look. if she sees his face again she may not find the will to turn away again. ]

[ He recognizes the necessity in her request — not only to keep moving towards their objective, but because if she stays here any longer, she might slip into the same stupor he had to rouse her from. And while there's no scenario in which Prompto would willingly leave her in here, he can't be sure next time she'll hear him, and won't fight back.

So he unfolds his arms from around her, framing her face with his hands again to keep her eyes on him. Nervous as it makes him, even now, to touch her like this, he can't let her fall back under the spell of this place. If that means keeping her attention on a loser like him, then so be it.

As he stands and pulls her up with him, he keeps talking. ]

Just one step at the time. I...I-I know how hard this is. Just keep moving, sweetheart. I got you.

[ ...He's never called her that before. ]

[ it helps that he's shielding her eyes like a chocobo with blinders, it makes it easier to push away everything else beyond his voice and his face and the touch of his hands. louisoix's voice still speaks, and as they move further she is sure that it asks her to wait, come back my child, please, which feels as a knife in her heart, and she stalls.

what a dangerous thing love it. it can hurt far more than anything else, the pain of loss an insurmountable grief. for so long she closed her heart to keep from feeling this very ache. for so long she protected herself. and now her grandfather's voice calls to her, begs her..

with a sharp breath, alisaie closes her eyes again and takes another step forward, her hands lifting to prompto's to close over them, holding hard and fast, white-knuckled. ]

Please - [ she whispers, taking another step forward, away from the voice and the call of the sea, the familiarity of home. ] P-please.. don't stop.

[ his voice is all that guides her through the fog. sweetheart. ]

[ She asks him not to stop, and it's a good thing, too, because this isn't easy. His memory had played out more or less exactly like he remembered it, but this one seems intent on trapping Alisaie within it by resorting to such cruel methods. How can she resist the pleading voice of her grandfather himself?

And yet she keeps moving. She doesn't try to pull away, instead sealing her hands over his, and he holds her gaze steadily as they walk back, away from this scene that tries to cling to her. ]

I'm with you. Every step of the way. It's not real. Just keep moving.

[ He does his best to keep his voice steady, to not let his own fear and doubt bleed through. She needs him to guide her, to anchor her, and so he will. ]

It's not real.

[ she repeats, her breath rushing and her heart pounding. she moves forward, anchored by the touch of his hands, the warmth of his fingertips, and the sound of his voice - his voice that soon overrides that of her grandfather's, slowly but surely eclipsing it until it dissolves into whispers, and then nothing at all.

the dream is collapsing, just as prompto's had, folding in on itself, dissipating. the white sands and rolling waves begin to darken, sharlayan's white towers fading away like so much mist, and the figures of an old man and two bright-eyed children go with them. ]

I'm.. I'm sorry..

[ she says at last, when the darkness surrounds them again. ]

That was.. unbecoming.

[ even now her face is still wet with tears that she chides herself for; this is not the place for them, and alisaie has never dealt particularly well with others seeing the more tender, painful, emotional parts of her. even to those she loves. especially to those she loves. with a deep, rattling breath she straightens up and brushes the tears quickly from her eyes, blinking rapidly to banish them. ]

[ Soon enough, they are in darkness again, that warm, welcoming world dissolving until they are alone in the cold darkness again. It's for the best, but that makes her tears no easier to see, to hear in her voice. He can't let her think that anything about what just happened was unbecoming at all. ]

Hey.

[ He says gently, one arm moving around her waist to hold her near, while the other lifts to move her hands away from her face. She has nothing to be ashamed of, and if she needs to cry, it's okay to let it out in front of him. He's the last person who would ever judge anyone for needing to cry, and for all the times she has been there to hold him up when he's needed it, of course he will do the same for her. ]

It's okay. After what you saw in there...you have every right to just let it out. It was...so cruel, but you...you still walked out on your own, even thought it hurt like hell.

[ He threads their fingers together then, leaning in to kiss the tears from her cheeks, to kiss her brow and nose and damp eyelids. ]

Sometimes, you just gotta cry. [ Which seems simple, sure, but sometimes it's important to hear it, too. ] Let me take care of the tears, okay?

[ despite it all, she.. laughs. it's a wet, sad sort of sound, but it is a laugh nonetheless, borne partially from abject relief from escaping what felt like soft, sweet doom, and partially out of fondness for him, his warmth, his kindness. ]

I know, I know..

[ she says, dismissive and breathless, though she tips her face up and shuts her aching eyes to better appreciate the brush of his kisses. alisaie can't help but feel shaken by what has happened, and what it might have meant had prompto not been there to pull her from the sticky web of that painfully lovely illusion. her thumbs brush his collar, and for several long moments alisaie allows herself to simply.. bask in this moment, in his presence, while her nerves settle, but soon enough she stirs herself. ]

But now is.. not the time. We have to move forward, we have lingered in this rift far too long.

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