Oh, you think that's hard to believe, you haven't seen anything yet.
[It's a gentle tone of amusement that speaks of Izunia being just a bit more relaxed, because he doesn't joke around with anyone except the people he trusts.]
[Which he seemed entirely grateful to do, not sleeping exactly but curling up beside him and starting to relax, unnatural yellow eyes sliding closed as he did.]
[Conversely, as they settle in, Izunia's anxiety grows, fluctuating enough at a level of Too High that there's no way he's going to get any sleep right now.
Because it's Ardyn. It's his brother. But at the same time, it's...
He scratches at Verity's ears and keeps constantly flicking the screen of his phone off and on, as though he could possibly miss a message.]
It's alright. I'm not going to leave you alone. Even if I have to go somewhere else to sleep, I'm only going to leave you with people I know I can trust who won't hurt you. Okay?
[There was a faint shudder to Ardyn's shoulders at the discussion, as though he was remembering something he'd very much rather not. So instead he elected to hide his face in his brother's shoulder, hugging him tightly.]
...I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I promise it's still me. Promise I won't do anything to make you send me away again.
[Verity is just going to have to get disturbed because there's only one appropriate reaction, which is to pull Ardyn against his chest and practically into his lap. Just ignore the way it sets his heart hammering.]
You're safe here and you're loved. Always, always loved.
[Ardyn curled up in his brother's lap as if it were almost second nature, gently running a hand through his hair in as comforting a gesture as he could manage.]
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[He wraps an arm around Ardyn's shoulders.]
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...not hallucinating?
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[Solid, firm agreement.]
Or dreaming, or anything of the like.
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[It's a gentle tone of amusement that speaks of Izunia being just a bit more relaxed, because he doesn't joke around with anyone except the people he trusts.]
I'm very much sure.
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[He dropped his head back onto Izunia's shoulder, exhausted but with no ability to sleep.]
Alright. I'll trust you.
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[He checks his phone again with his free hand and settles in.]
...If I fall asleep, don't wake me. I don't take to being suddenly awakened well, these days.
[Ardyn Tenmyouji you're shitting up the network constantly, check your fucking phone.]
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[Snuggle up with your brother and the purring kitty.]
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Because it's Ardyn. It's his brother. But at the same time, it's...
He scratches at Verity's ears and keeps constantly flicking the screen of his phone off and on, as though he could possibly miss a message.]
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[Does he even remember? He probably doesn't. Izunia isn't sure how much he wants to tell right now.]
Even if I know consciously that you don't want to hurt me, there's still a part of my brain that's screaming that you're a daemon.
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[They both knew that was a lie, but it was one Ardyn had to hold on to for now.]
Don't want to hurt you.
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Even so. I don't think I'm going to get any sleep any time soon.
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[Ardyn didn't say anything to that, clinging to his brother a little more tightly.]
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[The arm around Ardyn pulls him closer.]
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So I wanted to hurt the thing that took you away from me.
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...I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I promise it's still me. Promise I won't do anything to make you send me away again.
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[Verity is just going to have to get disturbed because there's only one appropriate reaction, which is to pull Ardyn against his chest and practically into his lap. Just ignore the way it sets his heart hammering.]
You're safe here and you're loved. Always, always loved.
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[Ardyn curled up in his brother's lap as if it were almost second nature, gently running a hand through his hair in as comforting a gesture as he could manage.]
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