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fatedfinality) wrote2025-01-08 10:37 am
fatedfinality) wrote2025-01-08 10:37 am
children of bahamut - drabble - ardyn finds ignis after his murder, it goes well for no one.
darkness always finds you either way
darkness always finds you either way
When Ardyn awakens after his run-in with the 'bandits' gone wrong, the first thing he feels is an immeasurable rage. It seeps out of him like his blood had just hours prior and there is a frosty bite to his breath as he doesn't even bother trying to control his weapon. No, he thinks repeatedly, no. No. No, this is wrong. He was supposed to stay dead. He yells, snarls, and shatters their poor local deity's vase in the medical office that had a lovely collection of flowers in it.
Charlie mistakes his upset being due to the fact that he was murdered in the first place. That isn't what bothers Ardyn in the slightest. It's the fact that he's not still six feet in the ground, the fact that even here he can't just end. It was so close, he could tell, finally able to sleep for once instead of the painful re-stitching of his body until it could function again after former blows that would be fatal to anyone but him. This time, there had been such a nice quiet afterwards and he's so angry at that being stripped from him.
Dimitri kicks him out before he can do more damage, which is probably for the best. The man's tail lashes and claws flex as he growls and spits ice nearly all the way to his ramshackle home in Town. It infuriates him all over again to think he's just supposed to go on living once more like nothing had happened. Eventually though, after some days, he manages to peel himself off the floor when he's out of even his own homebrewed toxic swill to lose himself in.
He needs more and can't do that from where he lay in a puddle of his own filth and vomit on the floor. So, he cleans himself up and the mess he made. Then, he heads into Town to puppeteer himself into being a presentable person. It's actually going better than he expects. He chats with some of the locals - 'Oh, just had a busy few days!' to anyone that recognizes he's been absent - and peruses the market food stalls as if he might actually eat anything.
He glances up from a bushel of apples to see Ignis Scientia standing a row or so away. All that anger, malice, and grief comes rushing back to him in an instant as his pupils constrict into slits and his posture tightens. "Fancy seeing you here," he starts, misleadingly casual, after tossing the apple he was holding somewhere and approaching the other man. Ignis of all people though knows better and is already dodging Ardyn's sudden assault.
He was trying not to make any kind of scene, but doesn't care about that anymore. All he cares about is making Ignis hurt, bleed, scream- Anything. Anything, to make him feel a fraction of the pain Ardyn does at being denied his final rest. "I told you," he hisses, frosty breath coating vegetables and fruit both as vendors retreat and curse him in the same moment, "that you couldn't-"
He gets cut off with a small 'oof' as a head of cabbage smacks him directly in the face. "Did you just-?" Ardyn asks, still enraged but now also incredulous. Before he can finish that question, another leafy ball is thrown at him.
"Are you quite finished?" Ignis asks, standing poised to chuck another one, face set so seriously that it's comical considering his choice of weapon. This time though, it's shredded with Ardyn's claws as he roars and charges Ignis again. "You obnoxious little brat," the man rumbles, trying not to show any appreciation for the humor in all this.
"Let me even the playing field," the redhead continues, gripping a kumquat and hurling it towards Ignis. He grabs more and begins trying to pelt the man as he runs and ducks beneath another stall. It continues on this way for a bit - throwing insults and produce at one another - until Ardyn is striking again. He tackles Ignis to the ground to scratch and bite at the other man where he can. "I told you," smack "that you couldn't," smack "truly kill me." This time, it's him who's smacked in the face and shoved up and away from being able to harm the brunette further. Ignis' claws leave indents and marks across his throat and jawline as he bleeds red and black both.
"So don't bother next time unless you can finish- the- job!" Each of those final three words are punctuated by attempts to reach and grab onto his hair and tug. His aggression has cooled some but he's still aiming to do some damage. At least, until he's grabbed by the arms and hoisted up and off by the local guard. Well- It was an inevitability, he supposes, but he squirms and snarls against their grip regardless.
"Guards, this man assaulted me for no discernable reason," Ignis starts, which gets a sharp 'ha!' from Ardyn. "He is obviously unwell and-"
"Sir, you'll need to come with us as well to see Charlie."
"But it was him who-" Ignis tries to protest, frowning and brows burrowed.
"He's requested both of you," the guard answers, stern and sure.
"... Very well," the younger man concedes.
They're both sit across from Charlie in his office while he lectures them. Ardyn gets a talking to about how he shouldn't attack people in broad daylight. Ignis, meanwhile, gets a disappointed tone from Charlie about withholding the true nature of Ardyn's death from him. While he won't tell anyone, he is going to put an end to this senseless violence and disruption. Regardless of what happened before here and their feelings towards each other, he won't stand for the disrespect of his authority.
(Ardyn gets a look when he mentions how much more attractive Charlie is when he takes charge like this. It shuts him up. For now.)
A spell is cast then to prevent any fatal harm from befalling Ardyn; any intentional attempt to will re-direct the blow in an obvious, exaggerated manner. Likewise, Ardyn is to be on his best behavior or else he'll be further restricted in ability than he already is. Oh, and- He needs to do community service for the local farmers to help make up for their lost wages with the tantrum that he threw in the marketplace.
Begrudgingly, he agrees. At least it'll give him something to do besides stew in his own miserable head day-to-day.
Charlie mistakes his upset being due to the fact that he was murdered in the first place. That isn't what bothers Ardyn in the slightest. It's the fact that he's not still six feet in the ground, the fact that even here he can't just end. It was so close, he could tell, finally able to sleep for once instead of the painful re-stitching of his body until it could function again after former blows that would be fatal to anyone but him. This time, there had been such a nice quiet afterwards and he's so angry at that being stripped from him.
Dimitri kicks him out before he can do more damage, which is probably for the best. The man's tail lashes and claws flex as he growls and spits ice nearly all the way to his ramshackle home in Town. It infuriates him all over again to think he's just supposed to go on living once more like nothing had happened. Eventually though, after some days, he manages to peel himself off the floor when he's out of even his own homebrewed toxic swill to lose himself in.
He needs more and can't do that from where he lay in a puddle of his own filth and vomit on the floor. So, he cleans himself up and the mess he made. Then, he heads into Town to puppeteer himself into being a presentable person. It's actually going better than he expects. He chats with some of the locals - 'Oh, just had a busy few days!' to anyone that recognizes he's been absent - and peruses the market food stalls as if he might actually eat anything.
He glances up from a bushel of apples to see Ignis Scientia standing a row or so away. All that anger, malice, and grief comes rushing back to him in an instant as his pupils constrict into slits and his posture tightens. "Fancy seeing you here," he starts, misleadingly casual, after tossing the apple he was holding somewhere and approaching the other man. Ignis of all people though knows better and is already dodging Ardyn's sudden assault.
He was trying not to make any kind of scene, but doesn't care about that anymore. All he cares about is making Ignis hurt, bleed, scream- Anything. Anything, to make him feel a fraction of the pain Ardyn does at being denied his final rest. "I told you," he hisses, frosty breath coating vegetables and fruit both as vendors retreat and curse him in the same moment, "that you couldn't-"
He gets cut off with a small 'oof' as a head of cabbage smacks him directly in the face. "Did you just-?" Ardyn asks, still enraged but now also incredulous. Before he can finish that question, another leafy ball is thrown at him.
"Are you quite finished?" Ignis asks, standing poised to chuck another one, face set so seriously that it's comical considering his choice of weapon. This time though, it's shredded with Ardyn's claws as he roars and charges Ignis again. "You obnoxious little brat," the man rumbles, trying not to show any appreciation for the humor in all this.
"Let me even the playing field," the redhead continues, gripping a kumquat and hurling it towards Ignis. He grabs more and begins trying to pelt the man as he runs and ducks beneath another stall. It continues on this way for a bit - throwing insults and produce at one another - until Ardyn is striking again. He tackles Ignis to the ground to scratch and bite at the other man where he can. "I told you," smack "that you couldn't," smack "truly kill me." This time, it's him who's smacked in the face and shoved up and away from being able to harm the brunette further. Ignis' claws leave indents and marks across his throat and jawline as he bleeds red and black both.
"So don't bother next time unless you can finish- the- job!" Each of those final three words are punctuated by attempts to reach and grab onto his hair and tug. His aggression has cooled some but he's still aiming to do some damage. At least, until he's grabbed by the arms and hoisted up and off by the local guard. Well- It was an inevitability, he supposes, but he squirms and snarls against their grip regardless.
"Guards, this man assaulted me for no discernable reason," Ignis starts, which gets a sharp 'ha!' from Ardyn. "He is obviously unwell and-"
"Sir, you'll need to come with us as well to see Charlie."
"But it was him who-" Ignis tries to protest, frowning and brows burrowed.
"He's requested both of you," the guard answers, stern and sure.
"... Very well," the younger man concedes.
They're both sit across from Charlie in his office while he lectures them. Ardyn gets a talking to about how he shouldn't attack people in broad daylight. Ignis, meanwhile, gets a disappointed tone from Charlie about withholding the true nature of Ardyn's death from him. While he won't tell anyone, he is going to put an end to this senseless violence and disruption. Regardless of what happened before here and their feelings towards each other, he won't stand for the disrespect of his authority.
(Ardyn gets a look when he mentions how much more attractive Charlie is when he takes charge like this. It shuts him up. For now.)
A spell is cast then to prevent any fatal harm from befalling Ardyn; any intentional attempt to will re-direct the blow in an obvious, exaggerated manner. Likewise, Ardyn is to be on his best behavior or else he'll be further restricted in ability than he already is. Oh, and- He needs to do community service for the local farmers to help make up for their lost wages with the tantrum that he threw in the marketplace.
Begrudgingly, he agrees. At least it'll give him something to do besides stew in his own miserable head day-to-day.