IC Inbox: Hugtopia

[flawed_immortality]

"Make it good."

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[flawed_immortality]

Well... Every time we speak I feel as though I learn something else about you that reminds me of Regis. And, by extension, Noctis.

[Ardyn gets a gentle, encouraging nudge.]

[scourgingstars]

I'm not so kind as either of them, truly.

[flawed_immortality]

Ardyn...

[Arguing with these stubborn Lucis Caelums is a futile battle, he knows that. Especially when it comes to acknowledging their own strengths. So Cor just shakes his head again, heaving a put upon sigh that makes it infinitely clear that he disagrees but he isn't going to actively argue the point. He's just going to squeeze the redhead gently.]

[scourgingstars]

...Forgive me. I've said something careless again, haven't I?

[flawed_immortality]

No, you've simply proven my point no matter how you might resist it.

[scourgingstars]

...I know there's no purpose in arguing, at this point.

[flawed_immortality]

Then you are, at least, wiser than most of the line.

[scourgingstars]

Or merely too tired to press the issue.

[flawed_immortality]

I do think you are wiser than you give yourself credit for.

[scourgingstars]

I'm quite a fool, actually. If I weren't, then...perhaps so much of this would not have happened.

[flawed_immortality]

[Again, shouldering the blame for absolutely everything. Another unfortunate trait of the line.

Cor also knows when something is a futile battle and arguing that point is certainly that. So, for now, he simply twists in his seat so that he can hug Ardyn properly. Not just a lean but a firm hold, some measure of apology he cannot voice tangled up in the gesture.]

[scourgingstars]

Wh-? [Ardyn froze up for a moment, uncertain of how to respond to the gesture.]

Cor...? What is it?

[flawed_immortality]

[He huffs a sigh, squeezes a little harder, then slumps back against the couch again.]

You- All of you. No matter how much I try to protect you the one person I can never really defend you from is yourselves.

[scourgingstars]

...I fear I've never been much for self-preservation. Such is the nature of my power, unfortunately.

[flawed_immortality]

... I know.

[But that hardly means he's going to stop fussing. If anything it just means he has to fuss more since none of you will look after yourselves.]

[scourgingstars]

I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause you any trouble.

[flawed_immortality]

You haven't. You cannot stop a worrier from worrying.

[scourgingstars]

I suppose that someone has to look after a house with no ability to look after themselves. I only regret that we're so persistent in that.

[flawed_immortality]

That has largely been left to the Amicitias. I just happen to have found myself in service to three generations.

[scourgingstars]

My condolences, you terribly unlucky thing.

[flawed_immortality]

I would not change a moment of it.

[Well... he might consider leaving Mors out but if not for Mors he'd never have ended up in Regis' service.]

[scourgingstars]

Your patience is truly immeasurable, my friend. A highly enviable trait.

[flawed_immortality]

That is not always for the best.

[Like spending most of his life secretly pining for his King, oops.]

[scourgingstars]

Isn't it? I hope nothing is bothering you.

[flawed_immortality]

No, not any more. But being around those who are so readily sacrificing does inspire a certain level of the same in those close to them.