[ oh, she hates it. she hates the pained sound that he makes, she hates the way his expression twists up like that - he's so awfully easy to read, his heart is clear on his face and alisaie never wants to be the reason he looks or sounds like that. it's like watching someone torment a puppy, she can hardly stand it.
what she wouldn't give to kiss him, to kiss his hands that are tight in his hair, to pull his face down and kiss his sweet mouth until that pain is chased away, to comfort him how she knows he would best respond to. she knows how much he craves touch, affection, and that she cannot adequately give it to him when he's exhausted and hurting is a fierce disappointment. and gods, he surely must be blaming himself for that bomb as well, were his interactions with victarion any indication..
it's only because she thoroughly washed her hands before answering the door that alisaie feels comfortable lifting them to cradle his face, drawing her thumbs gently over his cheeks. ]
Prompto..
[ she says his name almost like a quiet warning, and for a moment it seems as if she will deny him again. if he were to get sick because of her, because of her carelessness - riza is sick already, and leanne is gone, threatened, afraid, if he were to come down with this too - feast or famine, it seems; everything is falling apart at once.
maybe she's weak. she is weak. she shouldn't relent, but she does, because his pain resonates to her and she doesn't have it in her right now to deny him anything. ]
.. please, just.. be careful. If you want to do something for me, wash your hands.
[ that would bring her more comfort than any coddling might. ]
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what she wouldn't give to kiss him, to kiss his hands that are tight in his hair, to pull his face down and kiss his sweet mouth until that pain is chased away, to comfort him how she knows he would best respond to. she knows how much he craves touch, affection, and that she cannot adequately give it to him when he's exhausted and hurting is a fierce disappointment. and gods, he surely must be blaming himself for that bomb as well, were his interactions with victarion any indication..
it's only because she thoroughly washed her hands before answering the door that alisaie feels comfortable lifting them to cradle his face, drawing her thumbs gently over his cheeks. ]
Prompto..
[ she says his name almost like a quiet warning, and for a moment it seems as if she will deny him again. if he were to get sick because of her, because of her carelessness - riza is sick already, and leanne is gone, threatened, afraid, if he were to come down with this too - feast or famine, it seems; everything is falling apart at once.
maybe she's weak. she is weak. she shouldn't relent, but she does, because his pain resonates to her and she doesn't have it in her right now to deny him anything. ]
.. please, just.. be careful. If you want to do something for me, wash your hands.
[ that would bring her more comfort than any coddling might. ]