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[adelphoi]

Who: Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) & you nerds
What: October general shenans
When: All month
Where: Everywhere potentially but probably just at her house mostly
Warning(s): Sick.. stuff?? idk probably nothing but will update if necessary.



PART 1;

a; aftermath

[ alisaie is not present in the marketplace when the attack occurs, but the resounding boom cannot be missed, even from her home flat. it's a hectic hour or so while she rushes to figure out what has happened, and when riza returns home sick she feels a heavy misgiving sink deep into her stomach. disease is not an enemy she can fight with her rapier, it's something insidious, something sneaky and unpredictable - gods help them find a remedy soon.

immediately, she's dashing right to work. with riza ill they'll need supplies - healthy foods, spare blankets, medicinal herbs, ice, a great deal of ice. once she's set with her list she's off to the institute and markets to gather what useful things she can, stuffing them into a canvas shoulder bag, but you can certainly bet that she'll stop to assist in any way she can, whether it's righting an overturned cart or leading those who were injured in the panic to the sanctuary.

of course, it's not long before she's feeling rather warm and dizzy herself and, of course, chalking it up to the rush and mayhem. maybe she'll just.. sit down a moment. ]

b; sickbed;

[ alisaie is an awful patient.

keeping her in bed is no easy task, and there's an itch under her skin that urges her to move, to work - there's so much she could be doing, ways she could be helping. this disease is a godsdamned prison.

she's responsible enough to at least not mingle with the public, lest she spread this horrible mystery illness further, but she cannot remain strictly indoors in bed for so long, not without losing her mind. so when she can, when the weather is tepid, alisaie sits on the second floor deck of her flat, wrapped up in a blanket, usually with a book (or stack of books), enjoying the fresh air on her too-hot face. ]

c; reaching out

[ what else can you do when you're more or less bedbound? catch up on the internet, of course. mostly, alisaie keeps an eye on the network for any updates, and takes the time to reach out to those she knows, to doublecheck that they're safe. if you've met her even once or twice, chances are she will toss a line out and test the waters. incoming message from RedMage: ]

This is Alisaie; how are you faring?

PART 2;

a; wandering

[ it's late evening the first time she sees him.

though first she hears him, the familiar voice of her grandfather calling her out of her dreams, warm and welcoming. she wakes in her bed, slick with fever sweat and surrounded by silence - mayhaps she had misheard it? it must have been a dream, her head is spinning. but then it comes again, distinct and clear; it has been years since she last heard his voice but it is not a sound that she would ever forget. ]

Grandfather..?

[ dizzy and disoriented, she climbs out of bed and stumbles toward the open window, squinting into the slanting light of sunset just in time to see the shape of him, louisoix leveilleur's all too familiar form disappearing around the corner. immediately her heart kicks up into her throat and alisaie gasps and turns, stumbling back through her bedroom and out of the house, down the stairs and onto the street barefoot, in her nightdress, to follow a ghost. ]

No, please wait.. don't leave me again..

[ how long she wanders in this delirium she cannot say, but her feet are sore and scratched and muddy, her hair down and wild from sleep and the tugging winds. she may run right into you, or trip over a flagstone, but short of forceful intervention nothing will keep her from her goal. ]

b; friendly fire

[ for those of you unlucky enough to visit her (or stop by her home for some other purpose) while the symptoms continue to worsen, you will find that her delirium has not abated. between bouts of lucidity and sleep she tries still to wander, to follow the voices and phantoms of her family and friends to whatever oblivion they might call her to, but it is not only friends she sees. sometimes it is enemies or horrible, twisted monsters. it's hardly a problem if she wanders outside, weaponless, but any creak of sound within her home would easily alert her.

blinking blearily, alisaie tumbles out of bed at the noise, her heart thudding and her mind cloudy, and she does not think twice before taking up her rapier and focus which lie across a chair in her room and stumbling into the dimly lit common area. her voice is rough from coughing. ]

Who.. who goes there?

[ catchall for october! alisaie will spent much of it being sick, apparently, so feel free to crash her place and visit.. make sure she stays in bed. get her texts or send her one, or meet up in the market!! if none of these prompts work for you i'm more than happy to work something out and write up a starter. ♥ plotting comment is here, or i can be reached on plurk for planning. i'm game! ]

Comments

[punshots]

[ He sits on the corner of the bed for a moment to tug off his boots, before giving himself a quick sniff test. He hadn't spent so much of the day chasing down criminals, so he can probably wait until morning to shower. Even if he didn't pass the test, he'd probably forego one lest he pass out in the shower and crack his head open. No one wants that!

As he stands to go retrieve his pajamas from wherever he left them (spoilers: it's the floor), he cocks his grin back at her, an undeniable twinkle in his eye. ]

Devilish. How could you forget?

[ He starts to tug off his clothes, pulling his shirt up over his head. Guess she's the one who gets to ogle now??? ]

I think I like dashing better, though. Makes me sound...debonair.

[ He proves how debonair he is with the appalling way he pronounces the word. ]

[adelphoi]

[ alisaie hunkers comfortably down in the bed, and for all the time she's spent resting these past days it still feels so good to lie down; that foolish little trek exhausted what little energy reserves she had, and these sheets and blankets feel absolutely heavenly.

but you can bet that once she's comfortably on her side with peo nestled up against her chest she's absolutely ogling. and unlike prompto, she makes no attempt to hide it. look, she can't kiss him, they can't enjoy all this down time in bed as a proper teenage (and almost teenage) couple should, so she will take what she can get shamelessly. striptease, prompto!! she'll throw gil into your pants. ]

Does it?

[ alisaie's face crinkles up in that way it does when she's overthinking something, and she narrows her eyes. ]

I am not thoroughly convinced.

[punshots]

[ Look, the idea is to not make him pass out and hit his head? But the flush that rises into his cheeks as he catches her watching him change isn't out of embarrassment, but some sort of flattery. He may not have a sixty-four pack like Gladio, but he likes to think he hasn't done too poorly for himself either, so he may as well let her enjoy it! ]

No? Don't make me bust out the old-timey speak on you. I've been practicing. Milady.

[ Surely that will prove just how debonair he is! ...As he hops on one leg to finish pulling on his sweats. ]

[adelphoi]

[ look if he passes out and hits his head she's not taking responsibility for it okay, get used to it!! because she's gonna enjoy those freckled abs. for all he looks like a noodle with his clothes on he certainly takes care of himself, wink wonk. ]

Milady? Now if you're really going to try, there's no need to sound so common.

[ she can't help but tease because look, she had a snooty noble upbringing, you'll have to try harder than that. ]

My lady is the proper way. Or in my case, Mistress Leveilleur would be ideal.

[punshots]

[ He always knew his regimen would pay off someday...

Tugging on his sleep tank (sorry, Alisaie), he ambles back towards the bed and sinks onto it next to her with such a sigh that one might think his head and shoulders weigh several tons more than they actually do. ]

Ahem. Mistress Leveilleur it is, then. [ He rolls onto his side, one hand propping up his head, the other reaching out to scratch Peo behind the ears. ] And other titles that go along with that? No "of Sharlayan" or "the Sixteenth" I should be tacking onto that?

[ He wants to get it right! ]

[adelphoi]

[ 8( no why this... she is sick and suffering, don't put a shirt on, how dare you deny her her comforts?? at least she can still enjoy his arms I GUESS. ]

No, no need for any of that. We wouldn't want to sound stuck up, after all.

[ she can't keep from smiling through it, though. it's a nice feeling when prompto settles down with ease beside her, like it's something comfortable and natural, something he's grown used to. something she has, as well.. ]

- wait, what do you mean old-timey?

[punshots]

[ That's right, she still has a front row ticket to the gun show!!

He tucks his legs under the sheets, snuggling close, and she's not the only reflecting on how easy all this has become. It's so nice that he's moved on from that stage in their relationship where he catches himself wondering whether or not she wants him close. It's a confidence he's never really had with anyone before, and while it's still sometimes mindblowing that he's come this far at all, that's only a good thing.

He rests his head against her shoulder, looking up at her with a curled grin. ]

Look, I'm just saying...you wouldn't hear anyone walking around Insomnia going all "mayhap" and "anyroad" in this day and age. It's not a bad thing! I think it's cute.

[ As he. Tries very hard not to laugh. ]

[adelphoi]

[ oh my god he is the w o r s t ]

Cute?

[ alisaie scoffs, all (mostly) mock disdain, looking down her nose at him with an imperious, superior air. ]

Don't patronize me, peasant. I suppose you think "dude" and "cool" are so much better?

[punshots]

[ yeah well she's his girlfriend so what does that make her ]

You forgot "sweet', "radical", "bro"...need I go on?

[ Please. He will patronize her all he wants! ]

[adelphoi]

[ a philanthropist, tbh ]

Radical?

[ you have absolutely never said that in her presence prompto she's finding it very difficult not to laugh tho.. she will keep a straight face if it kills her. AHEM AHEM. ]

I suppose if you want to sound like an uneducated buffoon, that is your right.

[punshots]

[ I NEED SOME ICE FOR THIS BUUUUURN ]

Yeah! Radical. It's a super respectable word.

[ It's not.

But he's worming his way closer, eyelids already drooping because this has been a day and if the two of them are really spending tomorrow together, they'll have plenty of time for playful banter then. The siren call of sleep beckons... ]

Say what you will, but I'm your uneducated buffoon.

[ Romantic. ]

[adelphoi]

[ she passed her insults and injuries lessons with flying colors

but she can't help but smile once his eyelids begin to droop, and he wiggles his way in closer. for all this day has been awful - her mind in pieces and her feet still stinging beneath the covers - in this moment, she is content. prompto is so close she can count his freckles, and peo is lounging between the two of them, already snoozing. she aches and she burns but she is happy, and it shows on her face, her weary but warm smile as she gently cards her fingers through his hair and leans in to press a kiss to his brow. ]

Yes, you are.

[ and she would not have it any other way. after another moment or two spent looking into his face, alisaie turns at last to flick off the bedside light before she's settling down, curled around peo, her legs tucking up to press against prompto's. ]

[punshots]

[ To see her smile like that now, in spite of everything she's going through, is a balm to all the things he's still worried about, still afraid of, and with her warm kiss and her touch, his eyes flutter shut to wholly feel this moment, to dwell in it. He has his girl, his dog, and a warm bed - what more could he want for?

At present, a good night's rest is the only answer to that question, so as she turns out the light and settles, he lets himself drift - but not before he reaches out, searching for her hand until his finds it, and knits their fingers together. ]

Good night...

[ It's a fight to get even that much out before he's gone. ]

[adelphoi]

[ there's a little flutter in her chest when his fingers find hers and distantly she can't help but wonder when that will go away, when she'll stop being thrilled by every little affectionate touch - if she will ever stop. she can't imagine any circumstance where his touch would not make her smile, no matter how used to it she becomes, no matter how long she knows him.

exhaling in a soft, satisfied sigh, alisaie squeezes his fingers and shuts her eyes. ]

Sweet dreams.