And like that, he stopped, lifting the knife and giving it a little twirl between deft fingers. It caught light along its edges with each rotation.
“That’s better,” he remarked, smiling, and it was hard to know what Ardyn was referencing. Prompto’s cognizance, his lucidity, the wide-eyed sting of panic likely shooting through his numb spine like electricity. Perhaps all of the above.
“It wouldn’t be very exciting if you weren’t awake for any of this.” The rustling of clothing, the shifting of Ardyn’s weight onto the table, seated just at the edge under where Prompto’s arm was placed, disturbingly near his mid-section. He leaned forward, facing him, a palm pressing against the cool surface. “I’ve given your friends a handful of hours to show, and my, how they drag their feet. I wonder if it’s fallacy of the cruelest sort to even hope at all?”
Easy as you please, Ardyn lowered his hand so that the tip of the blade rested almost gently against Prompto’s sternum. No pressure, no cutting into exposed skin; not yet.
“Besides, I’m an impatient man, never mind what people might think of me. I do want to see what makes someone like you tick; see if we can unearth that smattering of humanity you have, buried deep within your chest. Perhaps inside your beating heart.”
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“That’s better,” he remarked, smiling, and it was hard to know what Ardyn was referencing. Prompto’s cognizance, his lucidity, the wide-eyed sting of panic likely shooting through his numb spine like electricity. Perhaps all of the above.
“It wouldn’t be very exciting if you weren’t awake for any of this.” The rustling of clothing, the shifting of Ardyn’s weight onto the table, seated just at the edge under where Prompto’s arm was placed, disturbingly near his mid-section. He leaned forward, facing him, a palm pressing against the cool surface. “I’ve given your friends a handful of hours to show, and my, how they drag their feet. I wonder if it’s fallacy of the cruelest sort to even hope at all?”
Easy as you please, Ardyn lowered his hand so that the tip of the blade rested almost gently against Prompto’s sternum. No pressure, no cutting into exposed skin; not yet.
“Besides, I’m an impatient man, never mind what people might think of me. I do want to see what makes someone like you tick; see if we can unearth that smattering of humanity you have, buried deep within your chest. Perhaps inside your beating heart.”