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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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[originallutece]

[She looks at him for a few seconds, studying his expression. He comes from wealth, doesn't he? Yes, he'd spoken about it before, making idle references to Fynn not knowing how to budget his money. And yet she's never heard him speak of his parents before-- or at least, not in any great detail. Politics, he'd once said vaguely, but she'd never heard much beyond that.]

Which were you?

[Perhaps it's both. Perhaps they meant for him to fill a role, and ignored him and his life in all other capacities.]

[daemonized]

Me? I wonder.

[Idle words, a mere half a second buffer to provide his mind time to know how to reply.]

I would say the former, unfortunate middle child that I was. Though it wasn't the same across the board, where my other siblings were concerned.

[Less a blessing that it was, and instead a terrible sort of pressure, though Ardyn always possessed the kind of personality to not let it show, other than in the tiredness of his eyes.]

[originallutece]

But that changed at some point. You didn't always live up to their expectations.

[She wonders, too, about Fynn, and if it was the latter for him.]

[daemonized]

[Well, yes, she's right about that.]

I didn't want to. And that didn't please them. I suppose if I must credit something to my parents, it's my inherited stubbornness.

[originallutece]

[Despite herself, she smiles wryly.]

Look at that: we've something in common.

[A beat, and then:]

Do you still speak to them?

[daemonized]

No.

[It would be almost comical how quickly that answer comes.]

I’ve no desire to. Any important developments that might take place within the family circle, I trust Fynn to keep me up to date with.

[originallutece]

[Mm. She can't say as she's at that point with her own family yet, but she certainly can appreciate being that exhausted with them. Although it does make it odd, doesn't it, that he's still in contact with the twins-- surely Fynn isn't their father, and yet the boys regard Arydn with a great deal of friendliness.

Mm. A minor mystery, she supposes, but she doesn't need to know all the gritty details.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[She is, too.]

[daemonized]

[Ardyn is not sure an apology is exactly what he wishes to hear. He waves a hand a bit dismissively as a result.]

Don't be. It was a decision that I made, and one that I do not regret. There are simply times in which one must be detached from certain... branches of their family tree, for both of their sakes. I interact with the ones that matter, if it's any consolation.

[originallutece]

I hardly need consoling.

[She's just a little saddened for his sake. But if he doesn't feel bad, or doesn't want to appear as though he feels bad, Rosalind will hardly demand a show of grief.]

Well. If nothing else, at least I know I've someone who understands fully what I mean when I complain about my parents.

[daemonized]

Very much so. Let us commiserate together when the mood strikes us.

[He uses "commiserate" strictly because she said she doesn't need consoling. He's teasing, as if either of them would ever lose sleep over any of it.]

Kindred spirits that we are.