𝓒𝓡𝓞𝓦𝓝𝓛𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖

Affiliated Ardyn Izunia Highly Indie-Selective Spoilers present

[theaccursed-blog1]

x.terthiodecimo

Roxas definitely doesn’t like that smile of his and the fact that he’s actually agreeing with him has him even more on edge. He can’t help but to wonder if he has something in mind. The young Nobody is upset though. Not more towards him but to himself. He let it get to him too much and now there’s a knowing gaze in those eyes of his that he doesn’t like. “Whatever.” Roxas sighs while hopping off the sign he was sitting on, just in time to dodge a stray arrow that now rested in between the two on the ground. Would you look at that. “Who knows maybe you need to get hit by one. You sound like you need it.” And soon because holy kingdom hearts. “I’d say see you around, but I really wouldn’t want to come across you again.” He waves before he turns around in means to leave.

His wave was no wave, but a mock of one. Little was his interest in the words the boy fleeted his way in farewell for his attention was on the lone arrow that now punctured the very soil. The boy's a mystery but through this small spout was something definitive. Fear. This boy was scared of, what Ardyn assumed to be, something he had perhaps already experienced for himself. "It gets you to think and wonder," the accursed bothered himself to continue whilst his paces haunted the boy's from behind. The arrow that was on the ground now on the hand of the accursed himself. "Why tiny arrows? Why not something a bit more... harmless." The very darkness that tainted the body of something once so pure darted forward to arm lock the boy's neck and the arrow he held oh so firmly was jabbed rather brutally at the center of his back, deeply enough to where even the arrow’s tail could barely be seen. Boot, coated in dirt was pressed against the boy's back to kick him forward onto the ground.

"I disagree, however." Came his speech once again as if no foul deed had come to be done just mere seconds ago. Eyesight's away. "I believe you deserve a good dose of this false euphoria more than I do." It took no such genius to comprehend that he was mocking the trauma that haunted the young boy, which has it may be. "That is... if you can get through this small little pain first of course." Having an arrow jabbed deeply into one's back, big or small, Ardyn was more than certain it brought some pain. "Feel how it warms you up inside, how everything suddenly lights up and there be no ill in this land," he chuckled through his words darkly. "To then conclude with it draining every single inch of that warmth away from you and leave a hole." Again, tipped his fedora. "Let he or she you lay your eyes upon leave you feeling bone dry inside when the spell is lifted." He cursed and thus departed. As if Ardyn would ever allow such an idiotic child to outshow him.

[buckykingofmemes]

please stop framing me for murder. just because i have killed 1,846 people doesnt mean i killed that specific one

[theaccursed-blog1]

x.levitersora

“You don’t have to be a buzz kill you know. Isn’t it better to just see everyone here happy and at peace for once, then fighting with one another? Even if some hearts might be broken, it will just take time to repair themselves and continue on with life. But for now, I think this is kind of nice.” Then again, Sora has already been shot by one of these arrows, and will have to put his words to action later on.

“Young blood, I do not buzz.” Though swears that he did not murder were not his to make. “I deny not that happiness is happiness! I do not stand here to perish it and make it end. I am merely stating a point boy.” Clarifications were attempted. “Because such as happiness will always be happiness. No matter its foundation, a lie will always be just that. A lie. Or will you deny this to be so?”

[theaccursed-blog1]

x.terthiodecimo

From the street sign he’s currently sitting on, he looks down at the man. “Idiots?” Where are these idiots he’s talking about exactly? “I only see one right now.” Roxas dares to shoot back. The subject at hand clearly has the boy on edge, that much is easy to tell now. “Happiness is happiness no matter what way you look at it. Love seems to bring that even to those who try to act like they hate the very concept of it,” at least this guy isn’t one of those people. So far anyway. Even if he hates it and won’t say it out loud..the guy has a point. It is the later that matters.

Amused. Amused Ardyn was indeed by this boy. Trivial insult dismissed by the smile that taunted now before him. The way he glared at him. The way he frowned at him. The idiotic subject of deceptive happiness seemed to hit home for this boy. Be he familiar with the aftermath of such a fleeting fairy tale? Was it fear? “Ah, I suppose you hold a conceptually valid point boy. For it be true, no matter what corner one peeks --- happiness will always be happiness.” How peculiar. Was Ardyn giving the boy the case and point? A lone hand rested upon the top of his fedora, tipped slightly. “I’ve learned a lot from you.” Not his words, but through stressed expressions. Deceptive euphoria seemed to be a ghost for this boy.

[theaccursed-blog1]

x.terthiodecimo

“Let them be happy. That’s not your problem.” Roxas would know a thing or two about fake happiness. “What happens afterwards is nobody’s concern.” Anybody who’s easily driven by love should know the risk behind it, at least he thinks so.

“Ah young blood.” In tone the gamble to be performed was voiced so clearly. “Do you, in your prime, suggest is best for idiots to be led astray by the deceptive illusion of happiness then perhaps? My, is that not a tad cold boy?” Mere hand waved whilst the accursed paced about in feigned contemplation. “Why the afterwards is what matters most boy! How the lie dawns and is dealt is what matters.” In over his two thousand years of life, a child to claim such things --- that a fleeting fairy tale who’s foundation was built on a lie and its outcome did not matter? How rich.

[theaccursed-blog1]

“Ah love.~ A truly marvelous trivial thing. Merciful, dare I dub, are these scientists’ toys into tricking others into believing they actually mean something to someone else... if only for a temporary limited time.” He chuckled. “Dare I wait for the broken hearts when the spells are lifted.”

[owlteria-archive]

Even if it means I have to give up my kingdom. My life.

[nefaegis]

Ardyn Izunia, Chancellor of Niflheim.

[stephicness]

Here. Have an Ardyn humming the chocobo song!

[theaccursed-blog1]

I'm gonna shove that fedora so far up your ass that even the astrals will get nauseous (this is totally in character what do u mean)

I sure would like to see you try you little rage induced gremlin.

[everknowing]

Ardyn Izunia + TV Tropes

[icyglacian]

[wnq-writers]

Hero and villain. I have been both.

rustofstardust  (via wordsnquotes)

[theaccursed-blog1]

@kumihos

Ardyn examined the fine crimson apple held upon his hand with a gaze of nonchalance whilst he seated himself upon a stray box in the accompany of darkness among the alleyway. Head nodded in approval after mere moments before his teeth dug into the deemed healthy snack and indulged in it such as the wolves mere distances away were indulging in their dinner --- a dinner Ardyn served for them at that. A glance was spared in mentioned direction, the wolves hungrily clawing and biting at the limbs and exposed guts that now laid sprawled on the ground. "How disgusting," he mumbled whilst looking away and biting into his apple again, one leg neatly crossed over the other so that arms would rest upon them. "Y-you tricked us." A poor soul spoke whilst his leg was getting devoured, one eye hanging loosely by his cheek, literally popped out of his socket. "I did." With no shame the accursed admitted. Spoils gained from such a sin were countless of supplies, among mentioned supply being money. "Now go away can you not see I am trying to eat in pieces- I mean peace. How foolish of me." He made mockery of their poor conclusion. Much to his sadness this petty city knew not how death worked so these folk would rise again one day though he's sure that the pain felt before death was probably the worse part of it all. "Vixen," Ardyn suddenly spoke up after a silent moment of wolves fighting over a torn off limb. "You have been on my trail since my home sector," having troubled himself with finding where he were meant to stay. The dark of the night only doing so much for those who lurked among its shadows.

"Would you like to partake in this feast by any chance?" His invitation was within that gaze of his, looking up at one of the rooftop edges that enclosed and made up this alleyway.

[theaccursed-blog1]

x.terthiodecimo

Roxas doesn’t feel any bother when this fedora wearing man claims that he’s rude. Roxas isn’t well known for his manners so that’s okay, it doesn’t bother him too much, but what does bother him is the man’s implications. That Roxas is apparently like this to everybody and anything that even gets close to him in hopes of helping him. “No, that isn’t it at all.” He bares his teeth and continues to glare at him. How Roxas hates when people just assume they know everything and anything that’s out there. It annoys him to no end, more so when it’s involving him more than anything. He doesn’t like how this guy talks about him as if he’s known him forever..even if some words are a bit spot on. He isn’t going to tell him that though.

“I’m not stupid there’s something horribly off about you.” This coming from someone who’s extremely exposed to the darkness so Ardyn just walking around really sets off red flags for Roxas. He does feel a bit bad for those who aren’t exposed to such malice though. “I can take care of myself just fine, now heck off already this is your last warning.” Roxas feels like he’s suffocating being close to such darkness and that means something. It’s people like this man before him that give darkness the bad name that it has, why people are so scared of it. As powerful and as intimidating as it can be..it can also be used for good. He wants to tell him that Roxas can literally feel him radiate bad intentions but he’s probably already aware of that, just like he is that Roxas isn’t a normal everyday boy. Where did this guy even come from?

"Something horribly off about me... you say?" Words whisked past impure lips with a heaviness to them that even Ardyn refused to acknowledge upon their sounding. Why of course there was something horribly off about him. Who's fault was that to begin with? Lone hand hanged upon the top of his fedora. "So you can feel it boy?" A sincere query for the unfortunate shell who's soul fooled many into believing that he was worth the existence of that which held a beating and living heart within it. To assume surprise and act the part Ardyn would not for at this point in time there be no use anymore. The boy in black seemed to know what he was, per say, and would not allow himself a sanctioned break for as long as Ardyn remained around his persona. "You're no idiot to easily fool now are you?" Rhetorical for an answer was not expected nor would Ardyn bother to listen to it. Aggression was not a forte of his, one to puppeteer others for his bidding and utmost satisfaction but when push came to shove Ardyn could be a frightful character to be faced against. "How annoying... " The accursed mumbled to himself.

"Try not to bore that ardent gaze of yours on me for too long little one." A warning worth heeding. "You'll regret it believe me." A mere eye was all it took and that glare on that boy's face was nothing against it. Unaffected by the events that transpired within seconds the world around the boy in black was void, wind silent, light mute, and Ardyn was now towering mere inches away, shadow cast over the fragile form of the one who seethed with remnant rage, whilst the liquefied impurity that made him the accursed he was today oozed out of his eye sockets and edges of his lips --- skin decayed with age and rotten scented. "You say something horribly off about me, correct?" His illusions were only worth a few minutes in this place much to his saddening joy --- but, when they were done oh were done well.

"Indulge me and tell me what you see in me that is so horribly off, then."

[arrdyn]

(ง •̀_•́)ง

[theaccursed-blog1]

@etherealsuperior

“The winds rush in its haste that this city fails to comprehend how death works.” Words spoken to the bartender who was in midst of serving Ardyn his very well deserved drink for the night whilst the accursed leaned nonchalantly against the bar counter facing the bar itself. This bar was all but classy and certainly no place for a man of Ardyn’s caliber, but alas this city lacked many things. Distaste is nowhere in sight upon his complexion whilst men with little to no logic began to go at one another. Lucian kings knows why, Ardyn did not necessarily  care, he was one to pull strings and watch events unfold. His drink was served though index finger was held out towards the bartender for his attention was needed. “Stirred, not shaken correct?” Precise instruction was given towards the man, hopeful that he was obedient and forgot not. Pleased are his ears when he heard the yes sir coming from him. “Excellent,” after two cubes of ice are placed within the alcoholic liquids that awaited to burn down his throat he lifted it up from the counter. “Are you going to pay for your drink sir?” The bartender inquired after a few minutes of no money in sight. “No.” Ardyn responded to then duck when a man was thrown in his direction resulting  in knocking the bartender out instead. 

Posture straightened after that more than fortunate event. “Such trivial things,” he chuckled whilst the blissful pleasure of alcohol was at last upon him.

“I say, may I interest you in a drink my fair man?” Forth his invitation towards the man in a familiar black cloak, just like that boy in the alleyway. This must be the other seed from the dark. “You look like a fairly educated man, please do accompany me. The drinks are on the house, this poor man said it to be so before he was knocked out cold.” Clearly deceptive but his words were always convincing in sound. “Please do prepare another drink for that generous man dear,” spoken towards a female bartender now. “Your co-worker there swore free of charge towards my persona given the debt he owes me.” And of course -- she believed him with a yes sir and got to work on a drink. “Shaken or stirred?” The accursed inquired towards the silver haired man in the black cloak.