[He feels a familiar twinge in the air, as if pressure itself is twisting around Noctis' hand. It's accompanied by the telltale glow of light (blue, his is blue) and the sound of something like crystal shattering into existence. Ardyn needs only to lift his gaze up slightly, peering through strands of red hair, to see the light reflecting off of a sword's blade flashing in his vision.
His laugh may fade, but his grin sharpens. He straightens again, eying the sword. He hadn't realized Noctis knew how to summon a blade out of thin air.]
I told you. We're family.
[His voice, it's taken on that edge of patronization now. He knows his gives an answer that is both satisfactory and yet ironically very close to the reason why he had acted the way he did -- he's sure of it. There was a lot of baggage that came with the revelation of being not Ardyn Izunia, but Ardyn Lucis Caelum, a while after the initial epiphany of being related by blood in some world far away. He had kept most of it, if not all, to himself. To be shared with others close to him, maybe, in varying degrees of detail. But to those from Eos, as well? There were obvious reasons why he would not.
(Because it was awkward, because he felt guilty, because he didn't know how to deal with what he was seeing and feeling. It was safer, better, to remain at a distance. To let close relationships idle and fall apart, slowly, so that he could give himself time to think.)
Now, though? If Noctis is brandishing a sword at him, why should he play coy anymore? Ardyn extends his arms outward, as if inviting the young man to strike at him.]
What are you going to do with that, Noctis? Attack me? [He's wheedling him. Daring him, almost.]
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His laugh may fade, but his grin sharpens. He straightens again, eying the sword. He hadn't realized Noctis knew how to summon a blade out of thin air.]
I told you. We're family.
[His voice, it's taken on that edge of patronization now. He knows his gives an answer that is both satisfactory and yet ironically very close to the reason why he had acted the way he did -- he's sure of it. There was a lot of baggage that came with the revelation of being not Ardyn Izunia, but Ardyn Lucis Caelum, a while after the initial epiphany of being related by blood in some world far away. He had kept most of it, if not all, to himself. To be shared with others close to him, maybe, in varying degrees of detail. But to those from Eos, as well? There were obvious reasons why he would not.
(Because it was awkward, because he felt guilty, because he didn't know how to deal with what he was seeing and feeling. It was safer, better, to remain at a distance. To let close relationships idle and fall apart, slowly, so that he could give himself time to think.)
Now, though? If Noctis is brandishing a sword at him, why should he play coy anymore? Ardyn extends his arms outward, as if inviting the young man to strike at him.]
What are you going to do with that, Noctis? Attack me? [He's wheedling him. Daring him, almost.]