[ there are a thousand thoughts, a thousand feelings skating over her heart, it is taking some time to process them all. prompto is fine. it was a close call, too close, but he's still here, none the worse for wear save, perhaps, for some bruising and a sore back.
and now.. this.
there's a warmth emanating from the phoenix that has nothing to do with its renewing flames, a familiarity that pulses within it like a heartbeat. gently, it lowers its grand head to bump its beak affectionately to prompto's outstretched hand, before it's leaning over alisaie, nuzzling sweetly at her cheek in a way that has her throat tightening instantly around a soft, hiccuping sob.
at last her hands draw away from prompto until she is able to fling both arms around the bird, pulling it near and pressing her face into its feathers, the warmth of its center bleeding into her skin, her lungs, her heart. ]
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and now.. this.
there's a warmth emanating from the phoenix that has nothing to do with its renewing flames, a familiarity that pulses within it like a heartbeat. gently, it lowers its grand head to bump its beak affectionately to prompto's outstretched hand, before it's leaning over alisaie, nuzzling sweetly at her cheek in a way that has her throat tightening instantly around a soft, hiccuping sob.
at last her hands draw away from prompto until she is able to fling both arms around the bird, pulling it near and pressing her face into its feathers, the warmth of its center bleeding into her skin, her lungs, her heart. ]