[Someone will be missing the both of them soon, but it can wait a few moments more. Nyx doesn't doubt that something serious happened between herself and Ardyn to leave her using his arm as a crutch, pale-faced like she'd seen a legion of ghosts in place of the party guests.
There's a feeling creeping down Nyx's spine, an impression that if he hadn't intervened when he had it would've been worse for somebody. He's just not sure who yet.
In response to her insistence on confidentiality, he cycles through answers--a conceding fine, all right to a more wry secrecy is kind of our specialty--mostly because it's difficult to know what to say when he doesn't yet know what he's saying it in reference to. Brows drawn into a flat line, he settles on:]
What situation?
[While he's still forming the last vowel, she's reaching for her clothing. Whoa, whoa, okay, okay. The press would get a field day out of this if they could see this now. Wardrobe malfunction on eve of signing ceremony. Ardyn wouldn't have to create a scene to make headlines, the tabloids would do it for him.
The princess seems just as surprised as him at what happens next. Her outfit falls away to expose an ugly black rash, scrawling the length of his arm, and Nyx can't hide the flare of surprise that widens his eyes and loosens his stance.]
What is that? ["Corruption," she says.] Tell me it's not what I think it is.
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There's a feeling creeping down Nyx's spine, an impression that if he hadn't intervened when he had it would've been worse for somebody. He's just not sure who yet.
In response to her insistence on confidentiality, he cycles through answers--a conceding fine, all right to a more wry secrecy is kind of our specialty--mostly because it's difficult to know what to say when he doesn't yet know what he's saying it in reference to. Brows drawn into a flat line, he settles on:]
What situation?
[While he's still forming the last vowel, she's reaching for her clothing. Whoa, whoa, okay, okay. The press would get a field day out of this if they could see this now. Wardrobe malfunction on eve of signing ceremony. Ardyn wouldn't have to create a scene to make headlines, the tabloids would do it for him.
The princess seems just as surprised as him at what happens next. Her outfit falls away to expose an ugly black rash, scrawling the length of his arm, and Nyx can't hide the flare of surprise that widens his eyes and loosens his stance.]
What is that? ["Corruption," she says.] Tell me it's not what I think it is.