[ alisaie leans to snag her plate from the counter; she has not even tried them yet, but the pancakes look perfect, its chocolate chips so wonderfully gooey and melty..
prompto is not the only one who is privileged to be loved. not just for these pancakes, of course - she cannot imagine anyone she would rather spend her life beside. sure, he can be infuriating at times, but gods, the way he smiles at her like a warm ray of sunlight, his kind heart and generosity.. he's so much more special than he gives himself credit for. ]
Oh. I suppose I haven't..
[ she's told him plenty about her grandfather, and the calamity, but there is much more to her life than that. ]
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prompto is not the only one who is privileged to be loved. not just for these pancakes, of course - she cannot imagine anyone she would rather spend her life beside. sure, he can be infuriating at times, but gods, the way he smiles at her like a warm ray of sunlight, his kind heart and generosity.. he's so much more special than he gives himself credit for. ]
Oh. I suppose I haven't..
[ she's told him plenty about her grandfather, and the calamity, but there is much more to her life than that. ]
What would you.. like to know?