[There’s no doubting that Lunafreya possesses a spine made of tempered steel. But this doesn’t surprise Ardyn in the least; not her unwavering look, still couched in formality. He sees that tight grip on the other photographs, of course, even as he replies — waving the one in his hand in a rather flippant sort of way, as if they were talking of nothing more than the weather.
This girl, always putting up a courageous face. It was admirable, really, but Ardyn doesn’t seem to be affected by it either way. His own mannerisms are as she would remember: supercilious, grandiloquent, with something sharp underneath.]
Well, now you are thoroughly informed.
[He holds her photo between middle and forefinger, then offers it to her.]
But dear girl, I’ve been awake for much longer than you. I was among the first to crawl out of those awful pods, wondering at the state of things, of the apparent destruction of our star. It’s been— oh. A year now? Something of the sort.
[Time is a fluid, slippery thing when you’ve lived for 2000 years.]
:D
This girl, always putting up a courageous face. It was admirable, really, but Ardyn doesn’t seem to be affected by it either way. His own mannerisms are as she would remember: supercilious, grandiloquent, with something sharp underneath.]
Well, now you are thoroughly informed.
[He holds her photo between middle and forefinger, then offers it to her.]
But dear girl, I’ve been awake for much longer than you. I was among the first to crawl out of those awful pods, wondering at the state of things, of the apparent destruction of our star. It’s been— oh. A year now? Something of the sort.
[Time is a fluid, slippery thing when you’ve lived for 2000 years.]