[ Coming out of the memory into sleep and then wakefulness is no easier for him than it is for her, the cold still clinging to his skin, the emptiness of that vast, barren land surrounding his mind and his thoughts. To recall so vividly such striking loneliness is no easy thing, but Prompto isn't there anymore. He hasn't been there for a long time.
Instead, he finds himself encircled in warm, gentle arms that pull him close, fingers that drag through his hair in comforting patterns, and the sound of a song, low and melodious. He's...never heard her sing before, has he?
It's so...nice. She has a lovely voice.
His fingers tighten in her clothing, his eyelids falling half shut as the tension starts to bleed from him. The weight of that memory still lingers, like a shadow over his heart, but it's so easy to drift away from it when she holds him like this, comforts him like this, making his time in Niflheim seem to be just what it is: a ghost of the past to be left behind.
Slowly but surely, he begins to calm beneath her practiced touch. ]
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Instead, he finds himself encircled in warm, gentle arms that pull him close, fingers that drag through his hair in comforting patterns, and the sound of a song, low and melodious. He's...never heard her sing before, has he?
It's so...nice. She has a lovely voice.
His fingers tighten in her clothing, his eyelids falling half shut as the tension starts to bleed from him. The weight of that memory still lingers, like a shadow over his heart, but it's so easy to drift away from it when she holds him like this, comforts him like this, making his time in Niflheim seem to be just what it is: a ghost of the past to be left behind.
Slowly but surely, he begins to calm beneath her practiced touch. ]