Care isn't something that Ardyn is used to. A lot of times these days, it just feels like pity. While he initially wants to think that about Ravus' offer too, one look in his eyes tells Ardyn that the man is sincere about it. How... aggravating.
"I appreciate the offer," he starts, "and I could put you out like that so I won't pretend that's why I'll politely decline. No, I just..." Ardyn doesn't trust himself, mostly, to be given something of Ravus' and not ruin it somehow. To not lose himself a little over being wrapped up in the other man's coat, enveloped by his scent, and all the awful ways his mind strays just from the possibility alone.
Of course you would, says Somnus. Yes. That's all he's good for anymore, to ruin.
Maybe he's hoping you do, offers Aera but- No. No, he can't conceive Ravus being anywhere near the depraved beast that he is. Although that makes the temptation to corrupt even harder to fight, he... He is trying.
He knows no one believes it, least of all him, but it is happening. That third voice he can't make out as clear as Aera or Somnus - the one that feels like a conscience he thought he lost long ago - is making sure of that.
And while he does still want - need, even - to keep his hold on the High Commander, it has to be right.
"I just need to give The Fae different direction for winter fashion, hopefully. I think my dragon friend is helping me out a little though already since the cold already isn't bothering me too much." It makes sense that silver would be ice-aspected, perhaps, since the sheen does call to mind Shiva's gorgeous, glistening form.
"But I wouldn't say no still to you wanting to warm me up rather than your coat," he can't stop himself from teasingly flirting. Hopefully, Ravus' usual frustrated, flustered response will be what Ardyn needs to remind himself he's disgustingly pathetic. "Just let me know." Wink.
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"I appreciate the offer," he starts, "and I could put you out like that so I won't pretend that's why I'll politely decline. No, I just..." Ardyn doesn't trust himself, mostly, to be given something of Ravus' and not ruin it somehow. To not lose himself a little over being wrapped up in the other man's coat, enveloped by his scent, and all the awful ways his mind strays just from the possibility alone.
Of course you would, says Somnus. Yes. That's all he's good for anymore, to ruin.
Maybe he's hoping you do, offers Aera but- No. No, he can't conceive Ravus being anywhere near the depraved beast that he is. Although that makes the temptation to corrupt even harder to fight, he... He is trying.
He knows no one believes it, least of all him, but it is happening. That third voice he can't make out as clear as Aera or Somnus - the one that feels like a conscience he thought he lost long ago - is making sure of that.
And while he does still want - need, even - to keep his hold on the High Commander, it has to be right.
"I just need to give The Fae different direction for winter fashion, hopefully. I think my dragon friend is helping me out a little though already since the cold already isn't bothering me too much." It makes sense that silver would be ice-aspected, perhaps, since the sheen does call to mind Shiva's gorgeous, glistening form.
"But I wouldn't say no still to you wanting to warm me up rather than your coat," he can't stop himself from teasingly flirting. Hopefully, Ravus' usual frustrated, flustered response will be what Ardyn needs to remind himself he's disgustingly pathetic. "Just let me know." Wink.