Noctis watches Ardyn practically come alive in Rosie's body and...it occurs to him that as awful as he feels right now, Ardyn has felt this way for two thousand years. He finds himself conflicted; the part of him that's truly him feels strongly that he should endure as long as he can so that Ardyn gets a chance to really experience freedom from the Scourge.
But the part of him the Scourge has sunk its claws deep into feels disgusted that Ardyn apparently cares so little about what Noctis, who has never experienced anything like this before, is suddenly struggling with. Only thinking about himself, as usual. Would he be happy to simply never switch back, leaving Noctis to this indefinitely? Literally forever?
"You suppose we should change back? Are you fucking kidding me?--"
He blinks as he realizes how pissed off and unreasonable he's gotten over this in just the short time Rosie's - no, Ardyn's - been talking. He isn't sure he'd have noticed at all if he hadn't been working so hard to get his own normal temper under control for the last couple of years. "Ugh, no...no, that's not..."
He quietly clenches a fist and digs Ardyn's nails into his palms as hard as he can. It doesn't sting nearly as much as it should, which makes it harder to use as a way to recall him to his senses. Which means he'll just have to call upon every scrap of willpower he's managed to cobble together to ensure he doesn't ruin this for Ardyn. Or blow a gasket over nothing.
But before he can elaborate, Rosie Ardyn suddenly remembers the ring with a shout of alarm, and it reminds Noctis, too. He hurries out from behind the counter over to ...his own body, which is really weird but he's just gonna try to ignore that. "Shit, yeah, here - give it to me, I'll--"
Hold onto it is what he was going to say, but even as he reaches out a hand to take it, he realizes the stupidity of the gesture. If the Lucii don't like it when someone who isn't a Caelum wears the ring, Noctis can't imagine what they would do to the wrong Caelum. "Uh...scratch that, change of plans--"
Oh, but he feels it when the Lucii finally seem to wake up to what's happened. He can't hear them anymore, not without the ring, but the light in his soul resonates with the light that ring channels and his gaze is drawn inexorably to it.
Rosie, however, can hear them now. A low susurrus of indistinct, distorted whispers at first, until that gives way to a booming voice that practically crackles with authority.
You are not our Chosen King. Some power unknown to us lays claim to the soul you bear within, despite the blood that runs in the veins you borrow.
Then another voice, quieter and subtly more feminine but with no less majesty:
Yet you do not strike us as unworthy. Whose Chosen are you, fair one?
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But the part of him the Scourge has sunk its claws deep into feels disgusted that Ardyn apparently cares so little about what Noctis, who has never experienced anything like this before, is suddenly struggling with. Only thinking about himself, as usual. Would he be happy to simply never switch back, leaving Noctis to this indefinitely? Literally forever?
"You suppose we should change back? Are you fucking kidding me?--"
He blinks as he realizes how pissed off and unreasonable he's gotten over this in just the short time Rosie's - no, Ardyn's - been talking. He isn't sure he'd have noticed at all if he hadn't been working so hard to get his own normal temper under control for the last couple of years. "Ugh, no...no, that's not..."
He quietly clenches a fist and digs Ardyn's nails into his palms as hard as he can. It doesn't sting nearly as much as it should, which makes it harder to use as a way to recall him to his senses. Which means he'll just have to call upon every scrap of willpower he's managed to cobble together to ensure he doesn't ruin this for Ardyn. Or blow a gasket over nothing.
But before he can elaborate,
RosieArdyn suddenly remembers the ring with a shout of alarm, and it reminds Noctis, too. He hurries out from behind the counter over to ...his own body, which is really weird but he's just gonna try to ignore that. "Shit, yeah, here - give it to me, I'll--"Hold onto it is what he was going to say, but even as he reaches out a hand to take it, he realizes the stupidity of the gesture. If the Lucii don't like it when someone who isn't a Caelum wears the ring, Noctis can't imagine what they would do to the wrong Caelum. "Uh...scratch that, change of plans--"
Oh, but he feels it when the Lucii finally seem to wake up to what's happened. He can't hear them anymore, not without the ring, but the light in his soul resonates with the light that ring channels and his gaze is drawn inexorably to it.
Rosie, however, can hear them now. A low susurrus of indistinct, distorted whispers at first, until that gives way to a booming voice that practically crackles with authority.
You are not our Chosen King. Some power unknown to us lays claim to the soul you bear within, despite the blood that runs in the veins you borrow.
Then another voice, quieter and subtly more feminine but with no less majesty:
Yet you do not strike us as unworthy. Whose Chosen are you, fair one?