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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[daemonized]

[The silence drifts between them, clear and easy. Ardyn keeps her near, a reassurance (no, a certainty) blossoming within him at his own words. He speaks open and honest because everything he stated he believes to be true. He knows it to be; reflecting her own sentiment, but inverse and therefore opposite.

He lightly tilts his head to lean against hers, which already rests on his shoulder. It's a gesture of both fondness and consolation. Of offered fortitude in the smallest of physical expressions.]

Well... there's time to unravel that mystery yet. In the meanwhile, just exert quiet yet steady effort in pushing through, and eventually daylight will break through those proverbial clouds.

[She need only try.]

If you begin to doubt yourself, even in that, think of what I said. And have faith in me, that I would never mislead you. Take comfort in my own confidence for your sake, if you can't yours.

[erythristic]

[this is all she could ask for. not trying to tear down everything that's there with words and methods that don't work, but this offered support, the reminder to keep on going forward. to be persistent. that's enough to carry one through, if it's made reality. however long it needs to take, it will take. no promises but trying, and not needing to promise makes it easier.]

That might just be the key to it. Having faith in you, since for myself it's rather lacking.

[right here, right now? Grell feels safe. she was choosing to trust, and so far it was a choice that wasn't leading her wrong, despite how if you told her a year - or even six months ago that there would come a time where they could sit like this, she would have laughed. a heart is a complicated thing to have.

softly, she adds:]

...thank you.

[daemonized]

[Grell can likely hear in his voice the way the corners of his mouth tug upwards. She doesn't have to thank him, he wants to say. He doesn't offer this advice out of a want for gratitude, but that doesn't change the wave of endearment that envelops him when he hears the "thank you".

Ardyn has the habit of giving all that he can for the sake of someone else. With Grell, this inclination manifests itself stronger than most, tenfold in its poignancy. If he's to grind down all of his emotions into their finest points, what's left is the simple fact that he wishes for her to happy. Not to doubt herself in this unfathomable way, unable to see what he sees. To think that she might believe herself to be anything less than luminous should be considered a cardinal sin.

A stubbornness of his own, maybe, born of strong affection. Perhaps even the seed of something more than affection, but Ardyn isn't so bold to give it a name just yet.

All this, and his response is simple. Plain and truthful.]

Anything for you.

[erythristic]

[maybe he didn't need to be thanked, but she wants to give out her thanks anyway. to let him know she hears him, to express the feeling in her chest that's lighter, like there's more room to breathe. his words are something to hold onto, and not something she asked for. that makes them all the more precious. if she could clear the smoke from her eyes of her own accord, she would - but it cannot be shameful to accept that someone is offering their help in that.]

You charmer.

[she says the name more fond than accusatory, though. if he's trying to bewitch her, it's working, and if he doesn't intend it, it's working anyway.

it all applies in reverse, she wants to say. that if he doubts himself, she'll argue against it. she'll tell him the truth, both as his friend and as more. that the reason she fusses and tells him to not overextend himself is because he should know he's worth just as much care as he bestows on other people. in that, she cannot be moved.]

Look at what you've done. Here I come to you full of the fires of indignation, and somehow you convince me that it all is something to live with. I doubt anyone else could be as effective as you are.

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[He hadn't been trying to charm. His priorities had been with making her feel more comfortable with herself, of making her believe his opinions even if it was only by proxy. That she would think it charming is flattering (and a little heart-fluttering), and his arm around her gently pulls her closer for a ghost of a not-quite hug -- merely the need to keep her near manifesting in the only way he knows how. Being this close, he loves catching her scent in his nose; with it comes a wave of comfort and fondness and other emotions that were too hard to quantify right now.

He lets the moment linger, lets it stretch and weave itself through transient moments of silence and calm, before he says anything.]

I've been told I have a way with words. [Faint humor hinges off of everything he utters, the tone light and airy.] Enough to put out the most flagrant of indignant passions. And though I do love to see that fire behind your eyes, there's merit in indulging oneself in contentedness instead.

[He rolls his head back, resting against the couch cushion, and it cranes his gaze upwards, casting it towards the ceiling. He has a fond, casual sort of smile on his features, and his focus is on nothing in particular.]

And as long as you're content, then so am I. [Happiness for happiness.]