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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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[He's caught off-guard when Fynn pushes his hand away, and throws his arms around him in an embrace. His eyes widen, and for a second he completely forgets about the pain coursing across his torso in an angled line, too lost in the surprise to quite parse what's going on.

He thought, for a second, that he saw tears in Fynn's eyes before he latched onto him, burying his face in his clothes. He hesitates for a second, feeling something like a mix of sympathy and concern in his chest, before he puts his arms around his brother in return. He just sits there for a second like that, and then words come to him.]

Fynn... why are you crying?

[He hadn't meant to guilt his younger brother in quite that capacity.]

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Because it's my fault! [Fynn manages to say once the tears subside some.] It's my fault that I'm hurting you!

[His embrace tightens around Ardyn after that sudden outburst but eventually he calms. Fynn's grip around his brother loosens some as those tears finally stop falling. He doesn't dare look at his brother now, so he tries to obscure his face however he can. Fynn honestly feels bad for losing his composure like this, especially since it would only worry Ardyn further. If anyone should feel guilty here, it's Fynn.]

Our parents, mom and dad...they've hurt you. [He whispers as he gently pulls away.] They hurt you so bad that you still can't forgive them.

I...I didn't want to hurt you either. Your ability to heal is something truly wonderful and magical but it hurts you.

[Fynn takes a deep breath as he dares to continue. It's not like him to be so honest.]

I was scared for a long time you would resent me as much as you resented them. I vowed not to be a burden to you. To not be anything like our parents but here we are.

[An uneasy sigh escapes him as he peeks up at Ardyn with such a gloomy smile.]

I'm hurting you. My own stupidity is hurting you.

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Fynn...

[Some part of Ardyn does hurt when Fynn says that, but it isn't because of what his brother claims. He's quick to correct, looking at him, as if that'll make his younger brother meet his gaze.]

Look at me.

[It has the edge of a command to it, but there's something also apologetic there.]

You're nothing at all like mom and dad. Do you understand that? You were never a burden. Why on earth would you think that?

[Ardyn went out of his way to spend time with his brother, to guide him and to keep him company when they were growing up, simply because he loved him. Not because he felt some wayward, inconvenient obligation.]

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[It takes Fynn a moment to believe his brother but eventually the words sink in. He stares at Ardyn with a hint of uncertainty that eventually gets washed away with relief. As much as he likes to joke around with Ardyn and even tease him, his brother's opinion of him matters more than all the gold in the world. It's always been like that, hasn't it? Fynn constantly trying to win his tiresome brother's approval.]

Right. [He let's out another slight sigh.] I still stand by what I said. I didn't mean to end up hurting you like this.

[He takes his brother's hand within his with a faint smile.]

I need to make this up to you, Ardyn. I can already see how tired you are. I swear once all this nonsense ends, I'm taking time off so I can help you out for a change.

[His smile brightens some.]

That's what brothers do, right? I need to make sure you don't wear yourself out.

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[He lets Fynn take his hand, returning the smile now that his words have relieved his younger brother. It's a little lopsided, but it's sincere enough. They may bicker and throw their own versions of snark at each other -- like most brothers do -- but Ardyn has and always will care for the well-being of Fynn.]

You really don’t have to. You know that I’m choosing to take on others’ pain when I do this; it’s not because of some tiresome obligation, but merely because I want to help.

[The compulsion of a bleeding heart.]

Though if you’d like to spend more time together when this is all over, since we haven’t the chance with all the nonsense happening in the city, I wouldn’t mind it.