[ X’rhun had suspected that any response to his missive, if there was to be any at all, was going to take some time. It gives him some time, as well, to mull over what he would say when he and Ardyn eventually crossed paths again.
He did not expect the man to just show up at his door, even though X’rhun had given him the option. It’s a small miracle that Ardyn catches him at home, since X’rhun has been busy helping Wyver put itself back together in the wake of the chaos. He opens the door, looking weary, a smudge of ash brushed over one cheek, like he had just collapsed into bed to sleep as he was after getting home. His clothes are plain, since his Duelist uniform remains ruined and bloodstained, shoved into a chest to deal with when he has more time.
There’s no mistaking the relief that passes over his face when he sees Ardyn there. His ears perk, and behind him, his tail waves. He eyes the scarf around Ardyn’s neck. ]
I was right to think that color would suit you, it seems.
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He did not expect the man to just show up at his door, even though X’rhun had given him the option. It’s a small miracle that Ardyn catches him at home, since X’rhun has been busy helping Wyver put itself back together in the wake of the chaos. He opens the door, looking weary, a smudge of ash brushed over one cheek, like he had just collapsed into bed to sleep as he was after getting home. His clothes are plain, since his Duelist uniform remains ruined and bloodstained, shoved into a chest to deal with when he has more time.
There’s no mistaking the relief that passes over his face when he sees Ardyn there. His ears perk, and behind him, his tail waves. He eyes the scarf around Ardyn’s neck. ]
I was right to think that color would suit you, it seems.