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Ardyn hummed at the man’s story. It wasn’t an unusual one, no, but he wouldn’t say there was nothing to tell. If there was anything that Ardyn had learned, it was that every life held something of interest. He had seen too many flash by to say otherwise. He wondered what stories this swordsman would tell…
Now, now! We mustn’t grant our savior his ill rewards!
”A noble goal,” Ardyn agreed. ”The allure of aiding those in need. I know it well.” A thankless, self-destructive allure, he thought. That path would lead to nothing but sacrifice of the greatest order. Not that the swordsman would ever heed the warning. Ardyn certainly hadn’t.
”Now, you mustn’t sell yourself short! Even the most common of men has his life to live. I’m certain you will come across some purpose or another. A man of your stature will hardly rest until he does.” Ardyn smiled before returning his attention to the fish. Now what came next? Ah yes, the bones. He took to his work merrily.
”Ah, but I am nothing but a wayward soul lost to the sands of time.” He smirked to himself. It wasn’t exactly a lie, was it? Still, his amusement was palpable. ”I’d dare call this an excellent time for new beginnings. I too have lost my purpose.”
There were no gods nor kings here. The Astrals had forsaken this world, and in turn, him. He hadn’t realized how he’d missed Bahamut’s scorn. Without it, his suffering meant nothing more than it was. How dreadfully dull.
”But I haven’t introduced myself! You may call me Ardyn.” His voice dripped with something unknowable. He chuckled at it. ”And this old trick? It’s an old family relic. Nothing of any particular interest, I assure you.”
I don't know if I liked how this turned out, but WHATEVER ITS HERE, hopefully you can work with it ;-;
The red-head seemed to understand his story and his goals in life, but there was something off in the way that he spoke. There seemed to be some kind of weight hidden in his smile, threatening to drag it down into the depths. Angeal watched the stranger carefully for a moment, thoughtful, silently wondering what kind of story was lurking there. Though the man had done well to dodge most questions or barely offered much, he gave away things subtly here or there.
There was something foreign in his eyes. Something that made Angeal unable to look at them for more than a moment.
The man claimed to be nothing but a wandering soul, and again the Soldier picked up on the fact that his own question was being dodged. The man really didn’t want to talk much about himself, choosing instead to gleefully pick the bones from his fish. Angeal took a moment, debating with himself whether he wanted to reach back and grab another fish himself. His fingers twitched, hesitating. For whatever reason, though he was still hungry, he felt like he shouldn’t complete the action. He just didn’t want to be rude, the Soldier reasoned with himself, a contemplative frown tugging on his lips.
”But I haven’t introduced myself! You may call me Ardyn.”
There it was. Angeal remained neutral on the outside, giving the man a simple nod at his name, but he felt the quivering shiver that snuck up his spine. From the moment he’d first stopped Ardyn on his chocobo, he’d picked up something off about the man. Something strange. Yet, he continued to play it off as his overactive imagination, simply starved for company. Now, though, as the man avoided speaking about himself one last time, the strange punctuation of his name still hanging in the air, Angeal turned an important, inward eye to his instincts.
He’s just a man, the Soldier reminded himself as he relaxed back into the grass, his gloved hand resting comfortably close to the Buster Sword’s hilt, A weird one, but he’s just like anyone else.
And yet, there he was, feeling like he was being watched by a predator in the trees.
“Well, there’s plenty of callings out there,” Angeal stated casually, watching the crackling, wave of the fire out of the corner of his eye, “I’m sure you’ll find something. Maybe not chocobo racing, but something equally as exciting.”
The lengthy day was slowly beginning to work its way on Angeal’s mind. He could feel the familiar burn as he blinked his eyes; exhaustion looking to latch on where it could. Were he not so suddenly paranoid, he knew he would have probably excused himself for the evening and prepared for yet another restless sleep attempt under the stars. But, tiredness was held at bay by that strange feeling that his instincts were wrapped around; something isn’t right. Now, it would be a miracle if he slept at all that evening.
Instead, Angeal made yet another attempt to get the man to open up, if only a smidgen, “Is there anyone you’re maybe looking for, here? I’ve been keeping an eye out for anyone I know … I could do the same for you, if you’re missing anyone important to you.”
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
There was a flicker of unease in the man’s eyes. It was about time, really. In all of their time together, he hadn’t looked more than uncomfortable. Whatever instincts he’d honed through his time in the wild had failed him in the face of a human smile. Oh how looks could deceive!
”Well, there’s plenty of callings out there,” the swordsman said, leaning back in the grass with far too much effort. He was stiff. His eyes stared ahead. ”I’m sure you’ll find something.”
”Hm.” Ardyn turned over the skinless, boneless thing in his hands. It held a sudden lack of appeal. His mind had wandered to other matters. And really, was food not a luxury in the face of his immortality?
”Why yes.”Someone he was looking for? There was a face that would never leave his thoughts nor the dream-like visions that so plagued him in the dark. That face was long dead, but no matter. He had found a suitable substitute. ”The king of a nation lost to darkness.” He smiled. Ah, how his darkness had enveloped the world! It would have done so without him, of course, so long as the Starscourge held reign, but to think that he had hastened it along…
Those ten years had been nothing to him. He had been mercifully free of the sun.
”But I’d not send you in my stead. I’ll find him soon enough.” His tone dripped with the weight of his dark intentions. What would he do should his path cross with Noctis’ again? Now wasn’t that the question?
Ardyn grabbed a stick, thrust the fish through, and then stuck it firmly in the earth. ”But now, I do believe I’ve overstayed my welcome.” He shook his head. ”Best of luck in your search. And do take care in the dark.” He smiled. ”You never know what might lurk within.”
He stood. Despite his warnings, he would not be the one to slay this man. He had a debt to repay, and by dawn, it would be done. For this man’s sake, he would not bring this outpost to harm. It was a payment of the highest magnitude.
He gave the man a careless wave. ”Well, I’ll be off.” he said. ”Sleep well.” With that, he sauntered away, not bothering with so much as a glance behind him. Despite his peaceful parting, the night had caught his interest in his own way.
And there was nothing of more worth than entertainment.
You took a perfectly confident Soldier and gave him anxiety!
”Why yes,” Ardyn’s voice had turned somewhat darker than it had before -- that, or Angeal really was more paranoid than he needed to be, ”The king of a nation lost to darkness.”
The unease flipped again in the Soldier’s stomach. He turned his sharp gaze to the strange man who had shared the small camp space with him, watching carefully for any suspicious signs or movement. His gloved fingers itched for his sword, so close and yet so far in the span of only a few seconds. Though the human part of his mind gently reminded him, he’s just a man, the more guttural, instinctual side screeched the familiar call of danger.
He was too kind to strangers. Too patient, too willing to believe the best in most anyone. It was a fatal character flaw that Genesis loved to point out from time to time, whenever Angeal was about to bend over backwards to help someone who may or may not have deserved it. It wouldn’t be the first time holding a hand out for a stranger had gotten him bit.
But, Ardyn had gone from a strange, theatrical fool to something … intelligent, suspicious and dark so quickly. Like a switch had flipped. A cat, bored of toying with a mouse, but not hungry enough to kill it.
”But I’d not send you in my stead. I’ll find him soon enough.”
An unpleasant chill snaked its way up Angeal’s spine. He placed one boot against the grass, appearing to simply be resting with one leg curled, when really he was poised to roll and defend himself. Half an hour prior, this man had been nearly bucked from his own chocobo while he almost took out a group of caravaners. Now, he sounded as if he had the intent to crucify this king he was looking for. If the Soldier hadn’t been focusing all of his energy in potential defense, he may have asked for the poor man’s name. To warn him, maybe.
When Ardyn did move, Angeal’s hand flew to the hilt of his sword. However, the mysterious stranger had simply stabbed his skinned, gutted fish through and placed it into the ground. Whatever air had been in the Soldier’s chest froze, face stoney as Ardyn spoke words of departure, ”Best of luck in your search. And do take care in the dark. You never know what might lurk within.”
It was a warning. Maybe not directly, at the moment, but it was one nonetheless. The mention of the nation of darkness, and the cryptic message of parting were more than enough to convince Angeal that they were no coincidence. Ardyn tossed him a careless wave and an empty wish for him to sleep well. The Soldier slowly relaxed his firm grip on the hilt of his sword in the grass, exhaling his held breath. He felt simultaneously chilled and feverish, his nerves alight.
Angeal watched Ardyn’s retreating back until he faded away into the darkness, no longer captive to the lights of smoldering fires. He turned his glowing eyed glance to the rest of the caravan; people sleeping around their carts and chocobos, others settling down for another night among the stars. Angeal finally moved, grabbing the staked fish and tossing it into the fire to burn. Maybe it was extreme paranoia. Too many nights of sleeping restlessly in the wild. But, his instincts had hardly led him astray thus far.
Looking away from the caravan, Angeal stared out into the inky blackness that surrounded them all. Was there something out there, waiting for them? Or, was he simply letting his mind wander too far?
As if he needed another reason to lose what little sleep he already got.
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
