At first, Noctis doesn't notice anything is wrong. He closes his eyes when Ardyn kisses him again, and doesn't open them again right away while he gulps in lungfuls of air. Dazed in the wake of such an intense orgasm, he doesn't immediately register the way Ardyn tenses up. It's only when he starts pulling his arm back from its position as a pillow that Noctis' eyes blink open in hazy startlement, and he only catches a glimpse of Ardyn's face before the man rolls away from him, sounding like a ferocious animal.
His eyes go wide as his body reacts to the sudden shift in weight and position, abruptly struggling to find any kind of equilibrium again. Any other time, he would have reacted with the obvious horror Ardyn predicts, and anger to cover up his panic at finding himself helpless with a monster. But the clover still fills his senses with its heady scent and softness, and he's finding it hard to react much at all to what he's seeing.
So he stares while Ardyn turns away and seethes. While the beginnings of a too-familiar dark miasma gather. And then he stares while Ardyn commands himself to sleep, and then does it. Immediately.
"What...? What the hell...was that...?" Noctis' voice is hoarse and ragged, and once it becomes clear that Ardyn isn't waking up again, that panic he missed out on earlier starts to rise in his chest like a boiling pot of milk. "Shit..." He struggles again, but this time it's a desperation to free himself. He's less frantic than he would be without the clover, but even a game shouldn't end like this. But of course, being made of fae magic, the rope doesn't budge no matter what he tries.
After a moment Noctis spots where Ardyn left his dagger lying nearby, and he tries to wriggle through the clover to reach it, but doing so without choking himself just isn't possible. He's just about to resort to trying to shout for help when there's...a goblin??
And it talks. In rhyme. Right. Ardyn's DTF is this creepy little thing. And it's...uh...apologizing to him?
He hasn't figured out anything to say yet before Carbuncle manifests from its pendant with an urgent chirp. His phone buzzes where it lies in his pants pocket on the ground. "Huh?" The little creature squeaks as its ears droop, and...yeah, of course, Noctis can't exactly read texts like this. Great. He's forced to talk directly to the daemon.
"What just happened?" he asks, as Carbuncle gets to work with its sharp little teeth, trying to gnaw through the rope around Noctis' neck.
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His eyes go wide as his body reacts to the sudden shift in weight and position, abruptly struggling to find any kind of equilibrium again. Any other time, he would have reacted with the obvious horror Ardyn predicts, and anger to cover up his panic at finding himself helpless with a monster. But the clover still fills his senses with its heady scent and softness, and he's finding it hard to react much at all to what he's seeing.
So he stares while Ardyn turns away and seethes. While the beginnings of a too-familiar dark miasma gather. And then he stares while Ardyn commands himself to sleep, and then does it. Immediately.
"What...? What the hell...was that...?" Noctis' voice is hoarse and ragged, and once it becomes clear that Ardyn isn't waking up again, that panic he missed out on earlier starts to rise in his chest like a boiling pot of milk. "Shit..." He struggles again, but this time it's a desperation to free himself. He's less frantic than he would be without the clover, but even a game shouldn't end like this. But of course, being made of fae magic, the rope doesn't budge no matter what he tries.
After a moment Noctis spots where Ardyn left his dagger lying nearby, and he tries to wriggle through the clover to reach it, but doing so without choking himself just isn't possible. He's just about to resort to trying to shout for help when there's...a goblin??
And it talks. In rhyme. Right. Ardyn's DTF is this creepy little thing. And it's...uh...apologizing to him?
He hasn't figured out anything to say yet before Carbuncle manifests from its pendant with an urgent chirp. His phone buzzes where it lies in his pants pocket on the ground. "Huh?" The little creature squeaks as its ears droop, and...yeah, of course, Noctis can't exactly read texts like this. Great. He's forced to talk directly to the daemon.
"What just happened?" he asks, as Carbuncle gets to work with its sharp little teeth, trying to gnaw through the rope around Noctis' neck.