shadowbringcr:
The moment passeds with them stuck like this, as if in wait for something to happen. But nothing comes, a mere ordinary fistbump - and that is what exactly Lycelle was searching for. At last do her features soften, and the wrinkles on her face ease in to a welcoming smile. “'Tis good to see you whole, Ardbert.” She greets with the warmth of a campfire, a stark contrast to the cold shoulder she was providing mere moments ago.
It is quite curious to find her fellow warrior back in physical form - if he is here, what now of the his soul that she carried alongside her own? An unusual predicament, although it is no stranger than the existence of multiple heroes that walked similar paths, even if their stories were ultimately still of their own. Another thought crossed the dark knight’s mind - to find someone who recognized her was surely a comfort, but what of her other selves? This was a different circumstance after all, unlike the conundrum with her companions and fellow Scions.
…And there is the matter of Elidibus to discuss with, as well. Such a heavy topic to discuss over tea. Speaking of…
“May I interest you in something to celebrate your return, then? Anything you’ve missed from having a corporeal body?”
the mere act of their fists meeting seemed to have relieved whatever worries the dark knight had been struggling with, and for that, ardbert feels some comfort. the concern is still evident in his gaze, the curiosity as to what had caused her to exhibit such distrust towards him, but the warrior bottles it away for now in favor of returning her smile with his own. the heavier questions could wait for another time, it would appear — perhaps that would be better for the both of them. they had suffered through enough stress, enough conflict for a lifetime ( if not more ). if they were now to be given a moment of rest, a moment of peace despite the unusual circumstances, then the only answer was to take advantage of it.
❝ Glad to be here, confusing as it all is. ❞
the dark knight’s question makes him pause, contemplative, as if listening to what his body is telling him. one hundred years without physical form, one hundred years of wandering as little more than a ghost of who he had once been — being corporeal now was certainly unusual after having only known an aimless sense of loss for a century. ardbert quietly accepts that he will have to actually pay attention to its needs now, and if lycelle was offering then—— ❝ I wouldn’t mind a drink, if you’re willing to pay. It’s been some time since I had one, I’m sure you know, and I must say that being hale and whole again can make a man thirsty. ❞












