I'm certain that if I told them that tale, I would leave them traumatized for life. I'm trying to toughen them up, not frighten them out of my class.
[It's another joke, of course, edged with sarcasm. Ardyn feels he's allowed to make such commentary, given their past. But it's a fleeting remark, as his attention is already poised to focus on the tattoo designs instead. And as a consequence, her explanation of where the inpsiration came from.
He listens, and while Aranea oozes a sense of detachment, his gaze is unwavering as it takes in her expression. He leans forward again, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasping together.]
Sounds more along the lines of a nightmares, rather than dreams. [Dreams about demons? If this imagery came from her head, why did it reverberate in such a way with him? Even Ardyn couldn't be sure what that implied, other than cruel fate conspiring to laugh at the both of them.
His eyes move down towards the drawings again.] The gatekeeper of hell, death itself, and an ethereal woman come to whisk you way... Do you still have dreams like that? [He thinks of his own, the sort that were reoccurring, but they're filled with an inky black. A darkness stretching forever onward; nothing quite as interesting as this, or so he thinks.]
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[It's another joke, of course, edged with sarcasm. Ardyn feels he's allowed to make such commentary, given their past. But it's a fleeting remark, as his attention is already poised to focus on the tattoo designs instead. And as a consequence, her explanation of where the inpsiration came from.
He listens, and while Aranea oozes a sense of detachment, his gaze is unwavering as it takes in her expression. He leans forward again, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasping together.]
Sounds more along the lines of a nightmares, rather than dreams. [Dreams about demons? If this imagery came from her head, why did it reverberate in such a way with him? Even Ardyn couldn't be sure what that implied, other than cruel fate conspiring to laugh at the both of them.
His eyes move down towards the drawings again.] The gatekeeper of hell, death itself, and an ethereal woman come to whisk you way... Do you still have dreams like that? [He thinks of his own, the sort that were reoccurring, but they're filled with an inky black. A darkness stretching forever onward; nothing quite as interesting as this, or so he thinks.]