[ The relief that had been so quick to flood him is swiftly replaced by a cold dread as Alisaie pulls free of his embrace, hearing a voice that he cannot and turning away from him to pursue a phantom. A memory, of someone she loves, of someone she talked about so often her adoration of him had been crystal clear from the early days of their friendship, long before they'd become lovers. Of someone she'd give anything to see again, and that her mind would play this trick on her now, of all times, is unspeakably cruel.
Pale and shuddering, Prompto hesitates a moment before following her, his heart breaking as she calls out to her past. Her grandfather. He can't let this go on. He can't, even if she fights him - he can't watch her go through this, watch her stumble and chase a dream that is to good to be true. He's been so helpless, trying to keep her healthy, and failing. Every moment of these past days since the bomb have felt like an impossible battle, and maybe this is, too. But he won't lose her to this. Not without a fight. He won't.
So when he reaches her, so small and feeble and trembling with fever and emotion, he reaches out, winding his arms around her to pull her back against his chest and tucking his chin against her neck. ]
Alisaie...please. [ He breathes into her hair, eyes squeezed shut, the sound of his voice thick. ]
...Please. Come home with me.
[ Stay with him, where's it's painful and frightening and difficult - and real. ]
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Pale and shuddering, Prompto hesitates a moment before following her, his heart breaking as she calls out to her past. Her grandfather. He can't let this go on. He can't, even if she fights him - he can't watch her go through this, watch her stumble and chase a dream that is to good to be true. He's been so helpless, trying to keep her healthy, and failing. Every moment of these past days since the bomb have felt like an impossible battle, and maybe this is, too. But he won't lose her to this. Not without a fight. He won't.
So when he reaches her, so small and feeble and trembling with fever and emotion, he reaches out, winding his arms around her to pull her back against his chest and tucking his chin against her neck. ]
Alisaie...please. [ He breathes into her hair, eyes squeezed shut, the sound of his voice thick. ]
...Please. Come home with me.
[ Stay with him, where's it's painful and frightening and difficult - and real. ]