[ prompto's reaction is sudden and raw, and it leaves her speechless for a moment. he hadn't shouted or flinched or railed, but his fear is so clear on his face, in the way his grasp tightens and his breath stutters. maybe she should not have told him, should have waited for another time, a better time..
.. though there may be no better time, if she is honest with herself. no, hiding things like this does more harm than good; alisaie hates to hurt him, to ever worry him, but it is better that he knows. a flash of sympathy creases her features, and alisaie looses a hand to glide it over his jaw in an attempt to keep him grounded here, with her. a hundred different responses cross her mind that she discards one after the other after the other, unwilling to offer him empty comfort. ardyn had not threatened her in any way, she certainly doesn't feel as if she's in any danger, but prompto has plenty of reason to fear this man, and from the sound of it none of it is unfounded. so telling him that it's all right cannot help, would ring hollow in both of their ears. ]
I'm here.
[ she says at last, her thumb gliding over the crest of his cheek, soft and slow. ]
He gave me no reason to suspect he would mean me any harm. Try not to dwell on it, love.
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.. though there may be no better time, if she is honest with herself. no, hiding things like this does more harm than good; alisaie hates to hurt him, to ever worry him, but it is better that he knows. a flash of sympathy creases her features, and alisaie looses a hand to glide it over his jaw in an attempt to keep him grounded here, with her. a hundred different responses cross her mind that she discards one after the other after the other, unwilling to offer him empty comfort. ardyn had not threatened her in any way, she certainly doesn't feel as if she's in any danger, but prompto has plenty of reason to fear this man, and from the sound of it none of it is unfounded. so telling him that it's all right cannot help, would ring hollow in both of their ears. ]
I'm here.
[ she says at last, her thumb gliding over the crest of his cheek, soft and slow. ]
He gave me no reason to suspect he would mean me any harm. Try not to dwell on it, love.