izunia lucis callout

[founderinglight]

you will pry twinzunia from my cold dead hands let's do this

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[founderinglight]

How terrible.

[Truly, no less than he deserves.]

Though I can't promise we'll get along. He and I had... some differences of opinion, regarding my plans to make you remembered. As soon as I could handle it on my own, he left.

[scourgingstars]

I’m well aware of where he ended up and how. We’ve settled things for the moment, you’re the one upon which I’m focusing right now.

Never leave or turn from me again. Do you understand?

[founderinglight]

Ardyn, you say that as though I have any desire to. I...

[He reaches down to find his brother's hand and squeezes.]

I don't want to be parted from your side ever again.

[scourgingstars]

...Of course I thought you would desire it. Even in death I’m hardly more than a shadow of the brother you knew. Who would ever wish to stay with something like that?

[founderinglight]

...I confess that if you and Gil intend to carry on as you once did, I will probably make myself scarce for the sake of your privacy, but aside from that...

Neither of us is who we once were. But we are still brothers.

[scourgingstars]

This is no time for your smartmouthed remarks on the nature of our relationship, thank you.

[founderinglight]

...Ardyn, my dear brother. Given some of the things I discovered in the process of learning to imitate you, you should be glad I've left my remarks at that.

[scourgingstars]

And what exactly does that mean?

[founderinglight]

You're a pervert.

[He knows. He knows everything. He often wishes he did not know everything.]

[scourgingstars]

...First of all, uncalled for.

Secondly, no I am not.

[founderinglight]

You are, your amount of suitors was frankly terrifying, and I owe you some gesture of appreciation for never telling me how many of them were into twins.

[scourgingstars]

I am not, no it wasn't, and I can't help if we're unreasonably attractive.

[founderinglight]

The day after I announced intention to marry, there was a protest line.

[scourgingstars]

...

. . .

[Ardyn's face cracked into something like a smirk...which turned into a hesitant smile as if he'd forgotten how the gesture worked.]

[And then he just started laughing.]

[founderinglight]

I'm glad you find it entertaining, it was the most mortifying moment of my life!

[Not actually technically QUITE true, but moments of mortification that rank higher than that are going to stay firmly between him and people who aren't Ardyn.]

[scourgingstars]

[nope he's busy dying over here give him a bit]

Th-that's what you get, then, isn't it-?! T-take responsibility for your actions-!

[founderinglight]

You are terrible.

[Brotherly shove.]

[scourgingstars]

Don't make me change my mind about punching you.

[founderinglight]

I ought to punch you, if only for those horrific gifts that woman in Galdin kept sending in an attempt to court me.

[scourgingstars]

Oh, dear brother, that sounds terribly ungrateful.

[founderinglight]

Those brandy chocolates were foul, I tell you, I would rather have taken poisoned ones. You would think the combination impossible to ruin, but...

[scourgingstars]

I do hope you at least praised the effort. Or did you just ruin my delightful reputation as well?

[founderinglight]

Fortunately they were delivered by post, and thus no one save Gil had to see me spit it out in disgust.

Unfortunately, she sent three more boxes between then and the wedding.

[scourgingstars]

I'm sure she was crushed, along with half the kingdom.

[founderinglight]

Terribly so. The rivers flowed with both wine and tears that night.

[He reaches for Ardyn's hand, squeezes it again.]

You would have loved it. Fireworks and drinking as far as the eye could see.