"W H A T have you done?"
an impoverished engine drones beneath impulsivity. ankle hinges — particular within inconsistent velocity. irregularity of course, disparity seeded within digits clenching the wheel, adjourns the immortal’s awareness —— a delay of middling causation. the phenomena of the morning air tentatively dust his features, manifested condensation a sublime frost across lashes, whilst the appropriated automobile he labors recognizes an acquainted parking stall.
WELCOME TO GALDIN QUAY.
it appears, through senses unscathed, that in such close proximity to the ocean —— it would be wise to aspire the intimacy of supplemental layers of clothing. to say this was a concern of the chancellor’s … a remote jest.
the ‘ assortment ’ of testosterone ( NOCTIS AND CREW ) had returned to its shores but a fortnight prior. rumors flittered and fluttered both across and from the chancellor’s tongue — pursuing word of their stay — and without so much as an imperial summons, he obtrudes. insensible to their distaste of his presence, he fortifies a position of oversight ( to watch and deceive ). for reasons initially unidentified, the lot remain fastened to the waters of the bay as though bound by a neurotic obsession. perchance a quest compels them, lest to avoid aimlessly wasting time.
fumbling with their deftness to catch an immense brute beneath its pellucid reflections, their optimism wanes. as it so happens, the murk grouper — devil of the cygillan — seeks to evade the ravenous stomachs of the king and his desperate companions. a battle of undercurrents, given their repetitious hording of supplies. relentlessness supported fatigued bodies back to their encampment, disposing of the chancellor as though a parasite leeching them dry of any such luck that could have aided their endeavor. a fault worthy of merited retaliation.
tenacity of returning grip, clad fingers divulging pressure against the sumptuousness of materialism, showcases his situating the prized automobile back to its place of origin. not a toy of his own, yet a pandering vehicle all the same —— the infamous regalia. powering down its decadence, the immortal removes himself from the evidence, closing the driver’s door upon exit. bewilderment of witness reaches ardyn’s ear before rotation of heel — a sheepish pitch associated only to one. the gods trounce the immortal, as in all his time observing the four men, he was never an early riser. he was not meant to BE HERE.
“ W H A T —— have you done ? ”
the blonde’s pointer finger scampers — looping — between height of perpetrator and tallying damages. the lambency of dawn affords luster of rugged finish. onyx fractured, windshield obliterated, steam surfacing from the nostrils of a flared, dented hood —— ardyn’s reprisal has desecrated the exterior of the males’ transport. if only for a moment, he lingers. digits waver upon metallic girth of handle, tongue idle in its disconcert. suspension of rejoinder will only harm his ’ innocence. ’ he must act quickly.
“ i … can only imagine how this must appear to you ——— but please , do allow me to explain myself . you see , you and your … ‘ friends ’ had abandoned your precious regalia — what was it, last week already ? no matter , all of you were fast asleep by the time she was stolen away . truly remarkable , how she was handled by the criminal —— and in such poor lighting conditions , given that he took off with her in the night … ”
a sardonic breath collects within ribcage; malicious, his façade. each syllable an ordinal deception, the youngling betrayed by his expressive naivety. a matter of ‘ sympathies ’ lower ardyn’s tone, and emit a fabricated sorrow betwixt curling brows.
“ i would have come for you all , but — if i had , i never would have caught up to the poor girl . the daemons took care of the outlaw ——- however , it was at the expense of your king’s luxury . ah — ! fret not , little gunman ——— you and i will have her serviced before the other birds fall out of the nest , this morning . come , come , we don’t have time to waste . ”
was it too late to frame this one for the damages? ( IT NEVER IS ) but perhaps it is best to maintain prompto’s teetering affection for the chancellor’s charitability. he is an easy advantage to exploit, after all —— it would be foolish to waste him now.
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