[ while he's off to fetch a new blanket and shirt alisaie busies herself with removing her bloodied nightdress and discarding it, and it takes her long enough to accomplish that she's just dropping it by the time he's coming back around.
she won't tell him why she's made this request, cannot bring herself to break his heart any more than she knows she must, but she smiles as she reaches to take it, pulling his shirt close to her chest and pressing her face into it for a moment. it smells like him, and the scent-memory is so powerfully nostalgic that is makes her throat tighten immediately. yes.. this will do.
with a shake of her head, alisaie shakes out the shirt, her movements slow, deliberate, like she's moving through thick soup but soon enough she's tugged it over her head. prompto isn't exactly big, but his shirt is still comfortably loose on her, hanging away from her shoulders and bringing a warm flush to her cheeks entirely separate from the fever. it's getting harder to stay upright though, and with her adrenaline spent she can feel the fatigue beginning to creep back in around the edges of her consciousness. reaching for him, she gently snags his fingers. ]
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she won't tell him why she's made this request, cannot bring herself to break his heart any more than she knows she must, but she smiles as she reaches to take it, pulling his shirt close to her chest and pressing her face into it for a moment. it smells like him, and the scent-memory is so powerfully nostalgic that is makes her throat tighten immediately. yes.. this will do.
with a shake of her head, alisaie shakes out the shirt, her movements slow, deliberate, like she's moving through thick soup but soon enough she's tugged it over her head. prompto isn't exactly big, but his shirt is still comfortably loose on her, hanging away from her shoulders and bringing a warm flush to her cheeks entirely separate from the fever. it's getting harder to stay upright though, and with her adrenaline spent she can feel the fatigue beginning to creep back in around the edges of her consciousness. reaching for him, she gently snags his fingers. ]
Will you.. lie with me, for a bit?