( her shoulders shake, for a moment--she can't tell whether she's overwhelmed with fear, overwhelmed with relief, or overwhelmed with the urge to cry. at least the person with her here, in this strange place, isn't some stranger, but rather one of noctis' truest friends, someone that she's trusted ever since he had been the soul kind enough to help pryna. her eyes go round, staring at him for a moment, and then she can't help it: she lets out a shaky laugh, her breath punched out of her with it, as she steps in closer to him.
at least she doesn't have to explain herself. even if it's an illusion, she knows that prompto will understand. he had been there, after all, in altissia--she doesn't want to think on it. with another smile, she presses her hands together, forcing herself to calm with the reassuring rub of prompto's hands on her arms.
he has a wonderful smile. it's so hot out here. she can feel the sweat beading at her temples, and embarrassed, she lifts a hand to press it against her jaw to catch the sweat that dribbles down, there. )
Ah, it's quite alright to just use my name, you know. ( a warm tease--she doesn't want him to feel beholden to manners of another world, somewhere neither of them are, now. ) Would the gallant gunner perhaps be willing to find us a bit of shade?
( she stands tucked in close to him, almost as though she doesn't want to turn to see what could be behind them. )
It's...quite warm, and I feel like...Truthfully, like I need to take something off. ( abrupt, she laughs, like she can't quite believe she said it out loud. ) I'm sorry, I know that's rude of me...
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at least she doesn't have to explain herself. even if it's an illusion, she knows that prompto will understand. he had been there, after all, in altissia--she doesn't want to think on it. with another smile, she presses her hands together, forcing herself to calm with the reassuring rub of prompto's hands on her arms.
he has a wonderful smile. it's so hot out here. she can feel the sweat beading at her temples, and embarrassed, she lifts a hand to press it against her jaw to catch the sweat that dribbles down, there. )
Ah, it's quite alright to just use my name, you know. ( a warm tease--she doesn't want him to feel beholden to manners of another world, somewhere neither of them are, now. ) Would the gallant gunner perhaps be willing to find us a bit of shade?
( she stands tucked in close to him, almost as though she doesn't want to turn to see what could be behind them. )
It's...quite warm, and I feel like...Truthfully, like I need to take something off. ( abrupt, she laughs, like she can't quite believe she said it out loud. ) I'm sorry, I know that's rude of me...