[Where her smile falters, his only grows wider. He waits in that precarious moment where she decides whether or not she wants to adhere to his request, knowing that it’s hardly any skin off of his own back if she declines.
But there it is, her asking him nicely — strained, yes, but asking regardless. It’s all he needed, to make it clear that he’ll not jump through hoops just because she’s curious.]
Well, since you asked—
[He shifts the umbrella off of his shoulder, closing it with a snap. In that one flourish of movement, something in the air shifts — barely noticeable, there for a millisecond at best, and when he drops the tip of the item into the sand, the appearance that makes up Ardyn Izunia is gone. Who stands there instead is an older man, in regal raiments, dressed in black. King Regis, a face whom she would recognize from the station. Sleeping peacefully in a pod, though he seems to stand before her now, shoes in the sand, smile twisted into something that is… very much Ardyn.
His voice even sounds different.]
Mayhaps you’d like audience with the late King, instead?
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But there it is, her asking him nicely — strained, yes, but asking regardless. It’s all he needed, to make it clear that he’ll not jump through hoops just because she’s curious.]
Well, since you asked—
[He shifts the umbrella off of his shoulder, closing it with a snap. In that one flourish of movement, something in the air shifts — barely noticeable, there for a millisecond at best, and when he drops the tip of the item into the sand, the appearance that makes up Ardyn Izunia is gone. Who stands there instead is an older man, in regal raiments, dressed in black. King Regis, a face whom she would recognize from the station. Sleeping peacefully in a pod, though he seems to stand before her now, shoes in the sand, smile twisted into something that is… very much Ardyn.
His voice even sounds different.]
Mayhaps you’d like audience with the late King, instead?