@armigeraction // planned(ish) starter!
Ardyn’s body is weary. It’s sort of how he is, though, isn’t it? A weary traveler, a man of no consequence, a lonely wanderer through time itself that can’t ever seem to keep his mind straight. That’s the funny thing about being a Healer King, the one whose crown was stolen, a wronged savior; everything blends together. It’s a curse. And he’s almost used to it.
He’d had something to direct his hate towards. Somnus’ last living descendant, the man who would supposedly would bring about the light and chase away the daemons. Ardyn had directed all his hatred towards the symbol of his brother’s legacy, but now that he’d been killed by Noctis and set free he almost felt… directionless.
He’d thought about Noctis a few times since coming to this island. Mostly it was when he had his run-ins with one Ignis Scientia that the memory of the True King came back to him. It wasn’t welcome, though he had to admit he did feel some gratitude for Noctis after he had delivered the final blow.
Ardyn is tired. But he’s not going to let it show, not too much, and he wanders down the marina in the Golden Ward with his head held high and his jacket swaying from side to side.
He almost thinks what he’s seeing is a vision, a ghost, something that’s not real. His mind does that, plays tricks on him sometimes, but as he stops dead in his tracks and looks at the impossible figure in front of him he smiles a slow, devious smile.
“Noctis,” he drawls. Ah, maybe he doesn’t need to be bored anymore.
The thought had crossed his mind here & there, and even more so as of late what with the recent arrival of friends. Whenever it had come to mind however, he’d no sooner push the thought aside since it was a concept he refused to give much attention to. Though the anger he felt for Ardyn has cooled for the most part since his own arrival, it was clear to Noctis that such a resentment could easily be rekindled at the sight of him—no, he was sure it would. Prompto was safe and sound here, that much had eased his weary heart, but given that the last thing he recalls before arriving to this island was his friend’s kidnapping—apart from other tragedies—seeing the man responsible for it all was something he hoped would never transpire.
His fate had been written in the stars and unfortunately it would seem that the very thought he abhorred would come to pass. His brows knit upon hearing that familiar voice, and thereafter does Noctis quickly turns on his feet, positioning himself in a defensive stance. “You...” His hatred could easily be detected from the tone of his own voice. While he had yet to summon his Engine Blade to his grasp, the way he postured himself made it seem as though he had it on the ready. “What the hell do you want?” Ardyn had always been difficult to read ( a fact he’d never admit aloud ), so Noctis in turn wasn’t quite sure what he was capable of at this moment. So with that, he opts to keep a reasonable distance from him.
