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[jesus christ

He pauses in something that can't be mistaken as anything other than hesitation. Ardyn in general is a relatively confident man, not so easily perturbed by much, but when it comes to experimenting with what he believes to be an item of high sentimental and emotional value, how can he not appear a little dubious about it?

Another sip of his mocha. He pointedly does not take the necklace.

And then:]

Maybe we shouldn't.

[MAYBE HE DOESN'T NEED THE GUILT FROM POTENTIALLY LOSING IT THE VOID]

Best you do it now with a necklace, before you whisk away something utterly vital and need to get it back. Heaven forbid you accidentally remove something like an Epipen and panic.

[She has a point, but Ardyn still seems very hesitant to go about doing this.]

And if I can't bring your necklace back? What then?

Then I'll be out a necklace.

[She is fond of him, though, and so adds:]

My mother isn't dead, Ardyn; this isn't some keepsake through which I remember her. I'll learn to live with the loss.

[He pauses again, and a good several seconds pass before he takes the necklace from her. He holds it rather carefully in his hands, regardless of the fact that he's about to make it disappear into nothingness. He'll set his drink down nearby.]

Are you sure you want to attempt this? We can always find something still valuable, but slightly less so.

[At the very least, this proves he's sweet. And that he feels the pressure of the experiment, so it's working out.]

I know what I chose, Ardyn.

[He straightens, exhaling.]

Very well.

[No more hesitation, then. He knows Rosalind well enough to realize she won't let this go, and so-

Ardyn just barely flicks his wrist, really, and the necklace is enveloped in red light, which crystallizes into tiny shards and completely disappears. Just like that. Little to no fanfare to it, and it's gone.

He's frowning, NO PRESSURE.]

How long do you want it gone?

[Her eyebrows raise, and Rosalind leans forward, her eyes trained on his hand until the last glitters of light disappear completely.]

Let's call it five minutes. In the meantime . . .

[Hmm. What shall they talk about . . .]

I managed to get Prompto to sign up for one of my classes.

[Well, if they have to wait five minutes, he's not going to do it while standing around, feeling tense. He moves over to his couch, taking a seat, then grasping at his mocha once more.]

You "managed to get" him to sign up for one of your classes. [Eyebrow raise.] Why, and how badly did you twist his arm to get him to agree to it?

[She pulls a face at him as she takes the opposite end of the couch. Slipping her shoes off, she tucks her feet beneath her, settling quite comfortably there.]

He's sharp in physics. Far sharper than you'd first think, and far better than the usual crop of idiots I tend to get in my undergraduate classes. So given that, no, I didn't twist his arm, I simply--

[Her mouth twists for a moment.]

Encouraged him.

Encouraged. [Another echo of the word.]

Yes, I know he's an intelligent young man. I've had plenty of opportunities to observe this when he sits in my class. Which he may be doing less of, if he's in your class now, too. You're stealing my students away from me, Rosalind.

[(He was never really your student, Ardyn.)]

He must have impressed you in some way if you reached out to him like that?

[Get better at keeping your students interested, Rosalind's light shrug says. She's fighting off a smile, though.]

Of course he did. He asked me to check over an old test of his from high school, where he'd gotten a perfect score. I asked him if he was interested in physics, and found he was very good at it. The next time he delivered dinner to me, I had him take a pre-test, the same one I give all my students at the beginning of the semester. He got nearly every problem right.

Naturally I want him in my class.

[Well, that's fairly impressive. He didn't know Prompto was that scientifically inclined.]

I can understand why, but I hope you don't intend to turn him fully to the dark side. His one and only love is photography.

For now.

[No, j/k, she has no intention of trying to bully him into a life he doesn't want. Heaven only knows she knows what that's like, and has no interest in inflicting it on someone else.

Her smile fades a touch, and she adds:]

Truth be told, I didn't initially expect to, ah, get on with him as much as I do. We've more in common than I thought.

[Of course, he knows Rosalind is joking. So much that he only huffs out a low laugh at the first part.]

It shouldn't at all be surprising to you. There are very few with whom Prompto doesn't get along with. It's his personality, you know. Though what is it in particular that you believe to be similar between the two of you?

[She hesitates, then a little stiffly:]

We were both very lonely as children. And we both retreated to the world of maths and science as a result.

...Ah.

[Ah, he says, and finding that unsatisfactory, he continues.]

I understand. [He can relate, in his own way.] While I'm sorry to hear that's what you two had to bond over, perhaps in the end it'll be helpful for Prompto. He needs other adults that are willing to show that him that everything will be all right -- that you can be successful and happy -- despite how one's childhood might have been. I think you'd be a good influence, Rosalind.

I suppose we'll see.

[She isn't quite certain about that, truth be told, and perhaps he'll be able to tell. He's perceptive like that. It's not that she thinks she'd be a bad influence, she's just . . . that isn't her role. She's bad at people as it is; it feels like a poor idea to have someone looking up to her.

Still. She did have a somewhat miserable childhood, and yet here she is, so perhaps Ardyn is right.

In any case:]

Ah-- it's been long enough. Let's see if you can get my necklace back, hm?

[He is perceptive enough to see that uncertainty etched into her features, and hear how it echoes in her words. Still, he's certain of what he's said -- Prompto is young and very impressionable, and Rosalind is someone he should look up to, and probably will. It speaks for how highly he thinks of her, but he believes it all to be founded.]

...Right.

[Ah, and now it's time for uncertainty to grace him, but Ardyn keeps it out of his expression the best he can. He extends a hand.]

No pressure, as they would say.

[He focuses, perhaps more than usual, remembering what Dante had told him. That he merely should expect the necklace to be there, that he should trust that it would return because there's no reason it wouldn't. That he doesn't need to think about the sensation of it being in whatever empty space it exists in now, and that to bring it back to reality is as simple as...

...flexing his fingers, an open palm. Magic flickers again, red and shining, and the necklace returns to reality, landing in his hand and catching in his fingers. Ardyn exhales, not knowing he had held his breath.]

Ha. There.

Well done.

[She smiles at him, genuinely pleased. It's not a situation that's life or death, no, but he managed to overcome uncertainty and his nerves and still succeed, which speaks well towards a potential situation where the pressure is truly high.

Carefully, she takes her necklace back and goes about fastening it again.]

Hmm. We hardly have to test it now, but I'd be interested in seeing how many items you can store. If you can feel them each time you dematerialize them, that suggests it's a limited space.

[He's pleased, too, but only because he managed it. He supposes, with a bit of reflection, he should take some pride in how well he's managed to utilize his new powers. But right now, Ardyn is just glad her necklace isn't rattling around in his empty space with no way of returning.]

That, or it suggests I can feel them so I simply don't lose track of what's in there. If we do this, let's find items that are a bit more mundane this time, hm?

. . . you really were worried, weren't you?

[Of course he was. That was the whole point of the experiment. And yet Rosalind looks faintly puzzled, even so.]

Of course I was.

[He laughs, humorlessly.]

A priceless item like that is a lot to be held accountable for. I'd feel quite guilty if I had actually lost it with my magic.

It isn't quite priceless.

[But that's not what's surprising her. Rosalind glances down at her tea, then back up at him.]

. . . you still surprise me, you know. Three years later, and I'm still not used to how much you care about things.

[For once, she isn't avoiding being personal. It's stunning to her how Ardyn can manage to be such a bleeding heart about everything: friends, students, people he barely knows, stray animals . . . god knows she can't do that.]

You made it sound very priceless.

[He lifts a brow in her direction, but- at her concession of still being able to surprise her, he glances away briefly. He doesn't have the protection of text to sound immediately flippant.]

I care because you cared. Empathy is a difficult thing, you know.

[everyone stop callin him out]

Suitable for a man who was once a healer, at any rate.

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