twitch of scenario and severance of entourage places ardyn in monitor of noctis’s discard; his companions’ guidance a disposable luxury, or so it would seem. taking directive of his ‘ gullibility ’ with conniving hues, the immortal’s features are ominously pleased. ( step into an enemy’s territory with minimal pause , that’s our future king ). a remarkable spark transitions between that of the accursed’s mysterious air and the likes of the prince’s primary advisor, the scientia of the capital. elaborating their smoldered rivalry ( an emergent danger ), ardyn’s lips near arrogance, upturning in their graces to protective, affronted spectacles. ‘ if looks could kill , ’ he savors , ‘ i would allow you the pleasure , ignis . ’

ankles track inoccupancy of driver’s seat, turning the chancellor to the fledgling opposite the vehicle’s glove compartment. a little bird of patience; noctis’s chirps are silent as the dawn. ardyn advances, accompanying the regality of his passenger and purposely overlooking the daggers now piercing his neck from behind ( thank you , trio ). materials of lavish complexity cushion his descent, heights at incline with the support of ruby leather interior. ‘ precious girl , let’s have some fun with him . ’

conversation initiated by the portrait of destiny ornaments calmness of palm as it shift gears of their ride; pronunciation of motion elicited by a discreet rumble of the engine. probing at his charitable nature sooner than expected, the youngling staggers the accursed’s preconception. nevertheless, speech impediments discredit noctis’s inquisition. a very minor tarnish, though it must be corrected if he is to be followed ( as the immortal once was ).

“ aaah , consider me an enthusiast for lending a hand . i couldn’t allow those migraines of yours to outlast you . ” dubious was his knowledge, problematic in its encroachment. noctis never mentioned his visions, burdensome in their throb. bypassing this anomaly, as he is nothing more than a ‘ kind stranger ’ — ardyn solicits an opinion of the heir. “ are you a fan of music ? most your age are — but i’m not to assume , lest i turn on the radio in vain . ”