[ even in a damp tent, sleep comes easily to her tonight. it's been a very, very long day. prompto's hand slips into her own, warm and reassuring, and she's out within moments.
or so she thinks she is, at least. this dream feels.. strange, and not in the way that dreams generally are, not the same nonsensical oddness that accompanies them - no, this feels strange in how not strange it feels. it is less like a dream and more like an.. experience.
a memory.
alisaie watches quietly for several long moments before at last stepping up to prompto's side, her hand settling gently on his elbow. ]
no subject
or so she thinks she is, at least. this dream feels.. strange, and not in the way that dreams generally are, not the same nonsensical oddness that accompanies them - no, this feels strange in how not strange it feels. it is less like a dream and more like an.. experience.
a memory.
alisaie watches quietly for several long moments before at last stepping up to prompto's side, her hand settling gently on his elbow. ]
I knew you were cute.