[ Ardyn has always had a dramatic way of speaking. Often times, Noctis wondered if Ardyn would better serve as a drama professor, were if not for his wit with the law. He's into grand ways of lecturing, having a knack for the turns of phrase and clever dialogue amongst students. Where it was once entertaining and the source of Noctis' jokes at Ardyn's expense, now it just... Bothers him. Makes him uncomfortable.
Something just doesn't add up.
Noctis starts to feel sick. He cares about this grandstanding asshole. He's supposedly a relative. He's spent more time with Ardyn than he has his own father, so of course these feelings bother him to no end. But he can't shake that girl from his mind, and he can't shake the way Ardyn looks at him now the same way he has in his dreams.
He can't deny that they're memories anymore. Knowing Prompto's point of view and how suspiciously matching it is? There's no running away from this.
"You've recalled something, haven't you."
Noctis' expression of shock is easy to pick out from someone who knows him so well. It's lazily executed, merely pointed out by the slightest widening of his blue eyes. The softest squeak whispers as his fingers continue to clench at the slick cover of his hard-cover text book.
What the fuck does Ardyn know? Why does he sound as if he knows what he's recalled? ]
You tell me.
[ Noctis slowly starts to stand up from his seat, hands clenched at his sides. ]
Because if we're on the same page, we have a problem.
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Something just doesn't add up.
Noctis starts to feel sick. He cares about this grandstanding asshole. He's supposedly a relative. He's spent more time with Ardyn than he has his own father, so of course these feelings bother him to no end. But he can't shake that girl from his mind, and he can't shake the way Ardyn looks at him now the same way he has in his dreams.
He can't deny that they're memories anymore. Knowing Prompto's point of view and how suspiciously matching it is? There's no running away from this.
"You've recalled something, haven't you."
Noctis' expression of shock is easy to pick out from someone who knows him so well. It's lazily executed, merely pointed out by the slightest widening of his blue eyes. The softest squeak whispers as his fingers continue to clench at the slick cover of his hard-cover text book.
What the fuck does Ardyn know? Why does he sound as if he knows what he's recalled? ]
You tell me.
[ Noctis slowly starts to stand up from his seat, hands clenched at his sides. ]
Because if we're on the same page, we have a problem.