[ months ago she would have been far too proud to accept this comfort, to lean on anyone else, to easily show such weakness to anyone else. but she's so very comfortable with prompto, talking with him is like talking with herself, her other half, and so she leans into his arms readily, her hands holding lightly to his vest. ]
I know.
[ she says, softly, closing her eyes beneath the gentle press of his kisses. it still aches to think of her grandsire, to remember him, but it is not an entirely unwelcome pain. her grief is all she has left to remember him by, and letting go of that pain feels.. wrong. she will miss him dearly until the end of days. but prompto is right. louisoix will always be with her, his blood in her veins, his aether settled into her own, his love in her heart. exhaling softly, she nudges her nose to his jaw. ]
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I know.
[ she says, softly, closing her eyes beneath the gentle press of his kisses. it still aches to think of her grandsire, to remember him, but it is not an entirely unwelcome pain. her grief is all she has left to remember him by, and letting go of that pain feels.. wrong. she will miss him dearly until the end of days. but prompto is right. louisoix will always be with her, his blood in her veins, his aether settled into her own, his love in her heart. exhaling softly, she nudges her nose to his jaw. ]
I love you.