[ It's not the first time this blade had appeared in his hand, but it's as if it came about purely upon reflex this time. Noctis realizes what's materialized, and his gaze shifts to it quickly to his own surprise. As if his body works purely upon instinct, which is extremely confusing in the grand scheme of things. Noctis can count on one hand how many time's he's even sparred.
His experience is minimal, but something about this feels natural. The way his blade swings to the side in a preliminary gesture, the way his eyes narrow upon Ardyn as if he's done this before.
All of that is wrong. All of this is wrong.
Noctis feels his innards twist and churn the more that Ardyn speaks because it's terrifying. Because he's never heard Ardyn speak in such a venomous tone and that's not the man he'd come to look up to. Having learned they were blood was oddly comforting. Now it's horrifying, because he has a feeling a man of Ardyn's demeanor and aura wouldn't be allowed to remain close to a royal family.
Whatever shred of confidence he has brings Noctis another step forward. That anger comes to a boil, and it's a feeling that he is both afraid of and dependent upon. While Noctis has no true recollection of who Lunafreya was, there's a quality about her. An attachment he'd developed simply because she visits his dreams almost every night. Both haunting and comforting him. She's a message that he can't hear, a source of light on whatever darkness shrouds his past and he is sure she is a large part of who he is.
So knowing Ardyn killed her is enough to spark distrust and threat. Noctis literally has no idea what he is doing, but Ardyn is dangerous and he suddenly feels a sense of responsibility here. ]
What are you?
[ The little passive remark about being "family" doesn't cut it. Noctis' voice is gravely and low, threatening as blue eyes peer through narrowed lids. He takes another step forward, free hand reaching to meet the other upon his blade. Noctis is hesitant, but persistent, not quite answering Ardyn's question. ]
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His experience is minimal, but something about this feels natural. The way his blade swings to the side in a preliminary gesture, the way his eyes narrow upon Ardyn as if he's done this before.
All of that is wrong. All of this is wrong.
Noctis feels his innards twist and churn the more that Ardyn speaks because it's terrifying. Because he's never heard Ardyn speak in such a venomous tone and that's not the man he'd come to look up to. Having learned they were blood was oddly comforting. Now it's horrifying, because he has a feeling a man of Ardyn's demeanor and aura wouldn't be allowed to remain close to a royal family.
Whatever shred of confidence he has brings Noctis another step forward. That anger comes to a boil, and it's a feeling that he is both afraid of and dependent upon. While Noctis has no true recollection of who Lunafreya was, there's a quality about her. An attachment he'd developed simply because she visits his dreams almost every night. Both haunting and comforting him. She's a message that he can't hear, a source of light on whatever darkness shrouds his past and he is sure she is a large part of who he is.
So knowing Ardyn killed her is enough to spark distrust and threat. Noctis literally has no idea what he is doing, but Ardyn is dangerous and he suddenly feels a sense of responsibility here. ]
What are you?
[ The little passive remark about being "family" doesn't cut it. Noctis' voice is gravely and low, threatening as blue eyes peer through narrowed lids. He takes another step forward, free hand reaching to meet the other upon his blade. Noctis is hesitant, but persistent, not quite answering Ardyn's question. ]