[Oh but it would be so much easier to blame Ardyn for it all than consider that Drautos was just legitimately insane. That none of them had noticed. That they'd been so thoroughly played. That the King's death had been secondary to seeking out the ring.
He's on edge, at best, and the phase, the little shift out of the way of something so viscerally satisfying is what finally makes him crack. He doesn't want logic right now, he wants one moment to be gut-wrenchingly angry, to feel all the hurt and grief and betrayal. So Ardyn phases-
And Nyx follows with his fist, aiming for where the man will stop as best he can, and it's certainly something he has a fair bit of experience with. ]
[He didn't phase out of the path of that strike--by choice, not that it was clear. Nyx's fist connected with Ardyn's jaw, sending him jerking back and reeling for a moment.]
[...Damn, he definitely could hit as hard as it had looked.]
[There's something vicious and hungry in him, something that wants to keep going, just continue slamming his fist into the man's face until there's nothing left of it. But there's rules, there's reasons not to murder him, even if he's reaching for a blade before he realizes he's even doing it.
He turns abruptly on his heel, slings the knife across the hall and warps to it, crashing into the wall and slamming his fist into it. It's the only thing he can do to stop himself from trying to tear Ardyn limb from limb.]
Maybe you didn't do it directly but you pulled all the strings. You're lying to yourself if you say it's anything less than entirely your fault.
[And then he's wrench the blade out of the wall and throwing it down the hall, warping away from Ardyn before he does something that will get him in even more trouble.]
...Perhaps so, but do take care not to lay a disproportionate amount of blame on the wrong person.
[He half muttered that as Nyx retreated, spitting out blood from a split lip and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.]
I take responsibility for what I've done and admit my hand in things where it mattered. But Niflheim had far more malice and moving parts to it than one monster eventually taking the reins.
[As much as he wants to ignore Ardyn, ignore the logic, ignore all of it... he can't. He stops at the end of the hall, a fair distance from the redhead. If he looks at him he'll punch him again so he doesn't, doesn't dare look back over his shoulder.]
Don't.
[He's not ready for logic, not so soon and not from Ardyn's own mouth. Even if there's part of him that knows so much of this is on Drautos' shoulders... even if he has to acknowledge how deep that betrayal went.]
If you decide you want to hear from me the truth of who I am and what I've done--then you can come find me when you're prepared. I won't seek you out before then.
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hardbargain) wrote2018-11-08 08:23 pm
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[He phased out of the way of that, because really.]
-and while I hardly claim myself blameless in all of it, what you hold grudge over is far less my fault than you think.
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He's on edge, at best, and the phase, the little shift out of the way of something so viscerally satisfying is what finally makes him crack. He doesn't want logic right now, he wants one moment to be gut-wrenchingly angry, to feel all the hurt and grief and betrayal. So Ardyn phases-
And Nyx follows with his fist, aiming for where the man will stop as best he can, and it's certainly something he has a fair bit of experience with. ]
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[...Damn, he definitely could hit as hard as it had looked.]
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He turns abruptly on his heel, slings the knife across the hall and warps to it, crashing into the wall and slamming his fist into it. It's the only thing he can do to stop himself from trying to tear Ardyn limb from limb.]
Maybe you didn't do it directly but you pulled all the strings. You're lying to yourself if you say it's anything less than entirely your fault.
[And then he's wrench the blade out of the wall and throwing it down the hall, warping away from Ardyn before he does something that will get him in even more trouble.]
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[He half muttered that as Nyx retreated, spitting out blood from a split lip and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.]
I take responsibility for what I've done and admit my hand in things where it mattered. But Niflheim had far more malice and moving parts to it than one monster eventually taking the reins.
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Don't.
[He's not ready for logic, not so soon and not from Ardyn's own mouth. Even if there's part of him that knows so much of this is on Drautos' shoulders... even if he has to acknowledge how deep that betrayal went.]
Not yet.
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[Ardyn straightened up, hands in his pockets.]
If you decide you want to hear from me the truth of who I am and what I've done--then you can come find me when you're prepared. I won't seek you out before then.