[ it's not until the hiccups have stopped that she finally sniffs and pulls away, quickly wiping her eyes on the inside of her sleeve. there's no helping her red cheeks or puffy eyes but at the very least she's able to stand a little straighter and fight to keep the quaver from her voice. ]
Thank you. But first..
[ alisaie turns back to the table again, this time lifting her grimoire. it's large and heavy and well made, and alisaie runs her fingers delicately over the embossed front, her expression distant and nostalgic and pained. with a sigh, she offers it forward and lifts her eyes again. ]
This, as well. It is.. very special to me. Please keep it safe.
[ He lifts his arm away from her shoulders as she turns back to the table, sparing only a brief glance down at the tear stains that now adorn his coat. It breaks his heart to see her cry, much like everything about her current situation does, but he’s glad she finally let go.
X’rhun takes the offered book with no small measure of gentleness. Even without her saying so, it’s clear this tome means a great deal to her. ]
Of course I will. This, and your blade. I’ll look after them as though they were my own.
[ it takes her a half a moment to finally release her hold, but soon after she nods, offering a smile that is tired but genuine. she trusts him completely, has every confidence that he will take good care of it. ]
I appreciate it.
[ more than he can know. that book is the last tangible memory she has of her grandsire, it's the single most important thing she owns. ]
[ Once Alisaie finally releases her grip on the book, he takes it, along with her rapier and focus, and sets them aside near the door for him to grab on his way out. ]
Come along, my dear. I know the last place you want to be is back in bed, but it's really the best thing for you.
[ she would pout, but she doesn't have the energy, which is reason enough to take his advice even if he's so very right - she's damned sick and tired of that bed. weeks it's been now, and it's driving her absolutely mad, but with every day that passes it's more and more difficult to stay on her feet.
so she relents, trailing morosely toward her bedroom. ]
[ X’rhun wouldn’t do well with this kind of helplessness himself, but for a firecracker like Alisaie it must be unbearable. The fact that she relents with only a token complaint, however, is quite telling about her condition moreso than the look of her.
He trails along after her, as she heads towards her room. ]
I’d be happy to keep you company for a time, if you don’t mind an old man hovering about.
You can stay as long as you like. I'm glad of the company.
[ she's hardly gotten to see anyone recently, save for prompto and riza, and it should come as no surprise that she is possessed of a powerful cabin fever at the moment. the longer he can stay to distract her, the better.
so climbing back into bed is not quite the punishment it would have been had she not his company to entertain her. tugging the blankets to her waist, she crooks her knees up and leans back onto the headboard, one hand fiddling idly with the locket around her neck. ]
[ she's so tired lately, and though browsing the network is one of the few things she can do while bedridden it's not easy to stay awake while browsing it. she gives it cursory glances when she can. ]
There is some headway being made in the investigation. Not much has been discovered as to the reason for the attack, but some of the ingredients of a cure have been made known.
[ He casts a sidelong glance at Alisaie— considering this is becoming a political issue, he’d hate to get her hopes up so he continues. ]
However, one of the ingredients can only be found in the neighboring country of Wyver. I confess I still know very little of the politics of this world, but I understand that Wyver and Olympia do not typically have dealings with one another.
[ anyone who knows alisaie knows of her aversion of and distaste for politics, so it should come as no surprise that her expression hardens right up, her grip on the locket loosening so she can instead cross her arms over her abdomen. ]
They squabble like toddlers.
[ with a roll of her eyes, alisaie sighs. ]
They had certainly better put their differences aside, and quickly. Civilians were affected, and children. We've no time to wait for them to get their heads on straight.
[ He frowns. There’s been no word from the Empress, even with all the information they’ve gathered, and that alone is disconcerting. A leader should be there to reassure their people in times of turmoil, not vanish. ]
But it has come to light that Wyver was hit with a similar attack, and one of the ingredients for the cure can likewise only be found in Olympia. Mayhaps this is someone’s idea of trying to get the two to play nicely.
[ that's new information to her, and alisaie's brows raise in mild surprise, but - well, it certainly puts the attack in perspective, and gives her an easy idea of their attackers' motivation. she scoffs, soft and quiet. ]
I can certainly understand their frustration, but..
[ alisaie of all people could easily sympathize with their ideals, however there are lines. ]
.. but involving civilians is an awful way to get their point across.
[ Said on a tired sigh. This situation hits awfully close to home for him in some ways, though he knows they’re a long way off yet from seeing a situation as bad as Ala Mhigo’s. ]
Something to do with an ancient battle between man and dragon, mayhaps. [ sounds all too familiar. ] But they have been at each others throats for so long that it's entirely possible the true reason for their mutual enmity has been lost, as it so often is.
[ the dragonsong war had been more or less exactly the same, and so many others; war rages, and soon it simply becomes a battle of vengeance, and always it is the smallfolk who suffer most. ]
[ Ah, that does sound familiar, and X’rhun isn’t even Ishgardian. ]
It seems the more things change, the more things stay the same, eh?
[ He snorts. This whole thing, especially Alisaie’s condition, has him rattled. He’s tired and so very scared, but for her sake, he keeps pressing on as he always has, sure and unflappable as ever.
She has her own turmoil to deal with, best not to burden her with his. ]
But I would hope that, given the circumstances, they can set aside whatever-it-is long enough to work together on this. It’s not just us, their own citizens are at stake.
cynical as she might be, despite the universe's best efforts to convince her otherwise, alisaie believes in people. they can be stupid and petty, childish and self-absorbed, but at the core of their hearts she believes they are good. that they mean well, even when.. misguided. most people, at least. ]
[ He has pretty much the same thought: They had better.
This sickness is an invisible, intangible foe, and for all his skill, he’s useless in combating it. The best he can do is lend his help by tracking down those responsible and trying to keep certain auri thaumaturges from setting the whole city ablaze.
But he feels they’ve exhausted this line of talk, so he moves on to something else. ]
That locket you wear. Is it new, or have you always had it, and my senses of observation are simply failing me?
unprepared for this.. particular shift in topic, alisaie finds herself caught completely by abject surprise. something like muscle memory has her hand quickly rising to grasp the locket again, and all at once her face is burning bright with a flush that can't quite be attributed to fever. ]
[ Now there’s a flustered reaction, and he’s fairly certain it has little to do with her illness. A grin spreads across his face, sharp and mischievous. ]
Oh? A gift from whom, exactly? An admirer, mayhaps?
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[ X’rhun arches his brows. Really, he should have put two and two together— Prompto does seem to care about Alisaie a lot. He thought it simple friendship, but mayhaps not. ]
Prompto. Really. Am I going to have to give him a stern talking to about treating you right?
[ He wouldn’t really. He likes Prompto, the boy has a good heart. ]
[ honestly it's mostly a surprise that prompto hasn't announced it, considering he all but shouts it from the rooftops any chance he gets. but things have been markedly.. chaotic for awhile, so she supposes it makes sense that it would slip under the rug.
though her eyes are still down and away, a fond smile is tugging at her mouth, her thumb gliding errantly over the face of the locket. ]
You won't need to. I'll toss him in a lake if he ever does.
[ though of course, he won't. prompto is quite literally the kindest soul she has ever known. still, feel free to give him the shovel talk anyway because it'd be super entertaining. ]
[ That smile is a wonderful thing to see, especially in the face of her earlier fear and anguish. There is light, warmth, even in such dire circumstances.
He will have to thank Prompto, for bringing that small, wonderful smile to Alisaie's face. ]
... I'm glad for you, Alisaie. That we should all be so lucky to find such joy.
[ at least she didn't have to say the word 'boyfriend', she would probably literally burst into flames. thank you for being the kind(???) and perceptive soul you are. ]
Th-thank you.
[ okay she's still bursting into flames at least a little bit. ]
It wasn't - I wasn't looking f-for - that is, i-it simply.. happened.
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Thank you. But first..
[ alisaie turns back to the table again, this time lifting her grimoire. it's large and heavy and well made, and alisaie runs her fingers delicately over the embossed front, her expression distant and nostalgic and pained. with a sigh, she offers it forward and lifts her eyes again. ]
This, as well. It is.. very special to me. Please keep it safe.
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X’rhun takes the offered book with no small measure of gentleness. Even without her saying so, it’s clear this tome means a great deal to her. ]
Of course I will. This, and your blade. I’ll look after them as though they were my own.
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I appreciate it.
[ more than he can know. that book is the last tangible memory she has of her grandsire, it's the single most important thing she owns. ]
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Come along, my dear. I know the last place you want to be is back in bed, but it's really the best thing for you.
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so she relents, trailing morosely toward her bedroom. ]
Oh, very well.
[ rumblegrumble, she doesn't wanna. ]
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[ X’rhun wouldn’t do well with this kind of helplessness himself, but for a firecracker like Alisaie it must be unbearable. The fact that she relents with only a token complaint, however, is quite telling about her condition moreso than the look of her.
He trails along after her, as she heads towards her room. ]
I’d be happy to keep you company for a time, if you don’t mind an old man hovering about.
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[ she's hardly gotten to see anyone recently, save for prompto and riza, and it should come as no surprise that she is possessed of a powerful cabin fever at the moment. the longer he can stay to distract her, the better.
so climbing back into bed is not quite the punishment it would have been had she not his company to entertain her. tugging the blankets to her waist, she crooks her knees up and leans back onto the headboard, one hand fiddling idly with the locket around her neck. ]
Have you any news? How is everything in time?
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How much attention have you been paying the network lately?
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[ she's so tired lately, and though browsing the network is one of the few things she can do while bedridden it's not easy to stay awake while browsing it. she gives it cursory glances when she can. ]
I have heard rumors, but nothing concrete.
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[ He casts a sidelong glance at Alisaie— considering this is becoming a political issue, he’d hate to get her hopes up so he continues. ]
However, one of the ingredients can only be found in the neighboring country of Wyver. I confess I still know very little of the politics of this world, but I understand that Wyver and Olympia do not typically have dealings with one another.
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They squabble like toddlers.
[ with a roll of her eyes, alisaie sighs. ]
They had certainly better put their differences aside, and quickly. Civilians were affected, and children. We've no time to wait for them to get their heads on straight.
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[ He frowns. There’s been no word from the Empress, even with all the information they’ve gathered, and that alone is disconcerting. A leader should be there to reassure their people in times of turmoil, not vanish. ]
But it has come to light that Wyver was hit with a similar attack, and one of the ingredients for the cure can likewise only be found in Olympia. Mayhaps this is someone’s idea of trying to get the two to play nicely.
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I can certainly understand their frustration, but..
[ alisaie of all people could easily sympathize with their ideals, however there are lines. ]
.. but involving civilians is an awful way to get their point across.
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[ Said on a tired sigh. This situation hits awfully close to home for him in some ways, though he knows they’re a long way off yet from seeing a situation as bad as Ala Mhigo’s. ]
Do you know why it is the two are at odds?
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Something to do with an ancient battle between man and dragon, mayhaps. [ sounds all too familiar. ] But they have been at each others throats for so long that it's entirely possible the true reason for their mutual enmity has been lost, as it so often is.
[ the dragonsong war had been more or less exactly the same, and so many others; war rages, and soon it simply becomes a battle of vengeance, and always it is the smallfolk who suffer most. ]
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It seems the more things change, the more things stay the same, eh?
[ He snorts. This whole thing, especially Alisaie’s condition, has him rattled. He’s tired and so very scared, but for her sake, he keeps pressing on as he always has, sure and unflappable as ever.
She has her own turmoil to deal with, best not to burden her with his. ]
But I would hope that, given the circumstances, they can set aside whatever-it-is long enough to work together on this. It’s not just us, their own citizens are at stake.
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[ she says, her voice softer, tired.
cynical as she might be, despite the universe's best efforts to convince her otherwise, alisaie believes in people. they can be stupid and petty, childish and self-absorbed, but at the core of their hearts she believes they are good. that they mean well, even when.. misguided. most people, at least. ]
They will figure it out, sooner or later.
[ at least they'd better. ]
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This sickness is an invisible, intangible foe, and for all his skill, he’s useless in combating it. The best he can do is lend his help by tracking down those responsible and trying to keep certain auri thaumaturges from setting the whole city ablaze.
But he feels they’ve exhausted this line of talk, so he moves on to something else. ]
That locket you wear. Is it new, or have you always had it, and my senses of observation are simply failing me?
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um.
unprepared for this.. particular shift in topic, alisaie finds herself caught completely by abject surprise. something like muscle memory has her hand quickly rising to grasp the locket again, and all at once her face is burning bright with a flush that can't quite be attributed to fever. ]
O-oh, it's.. new, yes.
[ don't look at her!! ]
It was.. a gift.
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Oh? A gift from whom, exactly? An admirer, mayhaps?
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From, ah.. Prompto.
[ i mean, she hasn't exactly been open about it, but she's not going to lie either. she sure can't bring herself to look him in the eye, though. ]
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Prompto. Really. Am I going to have to give him a stern talking to about treating you right?
[ He wouldn’t really. He likes Prompto, the boy has a good heart. ]
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though her eyes are still down and away, a fond smile is tugging at her mouth, her thumb gliding errantly over the face of the locket. ]
You won't need to. I'll toss him in a lake if he ever does.
[ though of course, he won't. prompto is quite literally the kindest soul she has ever known. still, feel free to give him the shovel talk anyway because it'd be super entertaining. ]
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[ That smile is a wonderful thing to see, especially in the face of her earlier fear and anguish. There is light, warmth, even in such dire circumstances.
He will have to thank Prompto, for bringing that small, wonderful smile to Alisaie's face. ]
... I'm glad for you, Alisaie. That we should all be so lucky to find such joy.
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Th-thank you.
[ okay she's still bursting into flames at least a little bit. ]
It wasn't - I wasn't looking f-for - that is, i-it simply.. happened.
[ please kill her now ]
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