[ his arms close around her again, and the sound she makes can only be described as pitiful. her heart aches, heavy and bleeding at the flicker of lucidity at the back of her mind that tells her this is not real, this cannot be real, grandfather is dead, he is gone. but it's such a very small voice, and her desperation and her love are so strong, she wants so badly to believe it.
but even as she reaches out to him her hand passes through his arm, his light is fading. ]
No, no please -
[ doesn't prompto understand how important this is? how necessary that she reach him? her head is spinning now, the dream and reality mixed and at war with one another, the image of her grandfather flickering in and out of her field of vision like a damaged video reel. she cries out, hot tears streaming freely down her cheeks, cutting tracks through the dust on her face; she's desperate and frenzied, straining weakly against his hold, but prompto is strong, and he is solid, and warm..
alisaie exhales hard and trembling, her body falling slack in his grasp, easing back against him, boneless and drained. yet still her hands reach, her fingers flex toward the empty space left behind when the phantom fades at last, cold reality settling over her like a suffocating veil. ]
I..
[ but she cannot finish. whatever she'd meant to say is lost in a broken whine as alisaie squeezes her eyes closed and turns her face into his neck. ]
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but even as she reaches out to him her hand passes through his arm, his light is fading. ]
No, no please -
[ doesn't prompto understand how important this is? how necessary that she reach him? her head is spinning now, the dream and reality mixed and at war with one another, the image of her grandfather flickering in and out of her field of vision like a damaged video reel. she cries out, hot tears streaming freely down her cheeks, cutting tracks through the dust on her face; she's desperate and frenzied, straining weakly against his hold, but prompto is strong, and he is solid, and warm..
alisaie exhales hard and trembling, her body falling slack in his grasp, easing back against him, boneless and drained. yet still her hands reach, her fingers flex toward the empty space left behind when the phantom fades at last, cold reality settling over her like a suffocating veil. ]
I..
[ but she cannot finish. whatever she'd meant to say is lost in a broken whine as alisaie squeezes her eyes closed and turns her face into his neck. ]