[He takes the key with a smile, giving a little faux salute—]
See you soon, then!
[And saunters in the right direction with a gait so jaunty that X’rhun would surely know there’s nothing sincere about it.
Because that much slides off his demeanor once he’s in the room — small, humble thing that it is, Ardyn is not much bothered by its homely qualities. Rather, it is the sudden solitude that slides past his defenses. The strange awareness of his body, poignantly feeling and the lack of a sickness he carried with him for so long. A weight removed, now leaving him floating and unmoored, a terrible sensation when he had been promised a death to avoid it altogether.
And so he just stands there, staring at a window rather than out of it. Catching glimpses of his own reflection as he waits for his friend to return. He isn’t sure what it is — anxiety, restlessness, an unwanted existential crisis sweeping down on him — but Ardyn feels like the floor might give way beneath his feet at any moment. Like the world will correct itself and swallow him up, because he isn’t supposed to be here.
Why is he here?]
Why…? [He breathes out in an exhale, to no one in particular. To his ghostly reflection lingering in the window panes.]
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See you soon, then!
[And saunters in the right direction with a gait so jaunty that X’rhun would surely know there’s nothing sincere about it.
Because that much slides off his demeanor once he’s in the room — small, humble thing that it is, Ardyn is not much bothered by its homely qualities. Rather, it is the sudden solitude that slides past his defenses. The strange awareness of his body, poignantly feeling and the lack of a sickness he carried with him for so long. A weight removed, now leaving him floating and unmoored, a terrible sensation when he had been promised a death to avoid it altogether.
And so he just stands there, staring at a window rather than out of it. Catching glimpses of his own reflection as he waits for his friend to return. He isn’t sure what it is — anxiety, restlessness, an unwanted existential crisis sweeping down on him — but Ardyn feels like the floor might give way beneath his feet at any moment. Like the world will correct itself and swallow him up, because he isn’t supposed to be here.
Why is he here?]
Why…? [He breathes out in an exhale, to no one in particular. To his ghostly reflection lingering in the window panes.]